#he happy to see his brobro~

[billdipisjustanothership]

Memories of Tomorrow

One shot

Summary: Dipper Pines wakes up every morning as if it were the same day after an accident. His sister visits him whenever she can. But a young blond man never fails to appear in the park, seen from the brunette's window, every morning.

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The long days of November was what he remembered when he woke up in the hospital every morning, with bandages around his head and his gaze lost somewhere. Those were days when, engrossed, he couldn't take his eyes off an abandoned park which could be seen from the window.

The light blinded him, but he hardly noticed it, because every morning a young man appeared in that park, and not a moment did he wait to return his gaze to the young man in the hospital.

"But that is not possible," he thought, because it was very far away, and hidden among branches. And yet, if I can see him, the blond can too, he reminded himself.

Every morning was a new encounter with that dark-eyed man. And in the afternoon, a bittersweet farewell with her sister. The next day, what he lived couldn't be remembered.

Today he was 25 years old. They were both 25 years old.

"Dipdop! Happy Birthday brother!" exclaimed the oldest twin, carrying a gift wrapped in navy blue paper. His favorite color, the brother noted. He smiled at her affectionately.

"Good morning, Mabel, and happy birthday to you too. I'm sorry I couldn't buy you anything.” He apologized, although somewhat confused, as he believed he was still in the middle of November. His sister just laughed, as happy as he remembered her.

"Afternoon, it is afternoon." She corrected him, as she always did "And don't worry about it." She paused for a long time, thinking deeply about something "Hey, Dipper..." Mabel shifted uncomfortably from side to side, not knowing how to start this conversation. The doctors warned her that it was better not to tell him this, because the next day he would ask for them and every day she would give him the same answer, with the same reaction. Neither of them would resist it.

"Whatever it is, Mabel, you know you can tell me." The brown-haired man assured her when he saw her like this "By the way, I haven't heard from Stan and Ford in a while. How are they doing?"

"Oh... This is... what I wanted to tell you, Dipper," she began uncertainly. She looked him in the eye, conveying a great and unusual seriousness "S-something happened."

Immediately, upon hearing those words, the youngest of the twins tensed, sensing where that conversation was going "Go on, please?" asked the latter, seeing that the other went silent.

"They... died. Yesterday. It was natural, in their beds. They died together, and in peace." She finally admitted.

"Oh." Dipper didn't know what else to say. And to avoid spending more time in that sad discomfort, he turned his attention outside, remembering vaguely seeing the young blond man that morning. Except that no one was there. And the park was free of the typical dry leaves of autumn.

"Mabel... what month are we in?" He caught the other's attention.

"W-well, in the summer, of course, silly." She giggled nervously.

"No. No, no, no." He denied, with his hands on his head, the youngest "That's not what I asked you. And why do you look... older? His brown eyes were on her, as if judging her

"I-I..." she couldn't do it. The doctors warned her. Maybe it was better not to answer him truthfully. And on her pale lips a trembling smile was drawn "I'm just tired Dipdip. And, you are right, it's not summer. I was kidding you.” She laughed.

"Oh?" Remembering the gift, he asked, half joking, and relieved "And this? Is it also part of this joke, Mabel?"

"You caught me, brobro! It's a sweater made by me! It's... just a gift to make you feel better today." So sweet of her, thought Dipper.

"Thank you!" He was happy to receive something from his sister. She really was the best. The older twin sighed wearily.

"I... I have to go now, bro bro. Today I'm going to... visit Uncle Stan and Uncle Ford." she lied with some difficulty.

"Ah..." he lowered his gaze, disappointed at this short visit "Tell them I love them for me, Mabel."

"Sure. I'll come see you tomorrow, Dipper." She said her goodbye, unable to continue in her brother's company any longer.

The very next day...

Dipper Pines opened his eyes as he noticed the light escaping from the window, the curtains aside. Positioning himself on that hospital bed, the brown-haired man noticed something yellow (oh, so different from this white room) out of the corner of his eye. It was a sheet of paper, folded in half. Curiously, Dipper opened it and read its contents:

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«Pine tree, Dipper, Mason, whatever you prefer to call yourself,

I am writing to inform you of the death of your beloved uncles, Stanley and Stanford, something that Shooting Star will certainly not tell you about again. Surely you will wonder why I tell you this, or if it is some kind of joke. And no, it's not a joke. I'm not that kind of Demon HAHAHA!

Getting to the point, I will tell you something else that no one has ever said to you, well, except from the first day. Yesterday, you turned 25, and it's been 5 years since that drunk (dead and in hell, I assure you) hit you when you left the University.

I am that man that you always see out of the window, and if you do not believe me, look outside and there you will see me. But before, I warn you that you will not remember any of this in the morning. Why? Because you have amnesia. You can only remember from 20 years down. So I ask you (order, let's be honest) to hide this under your pillow. And ask your sister for a diary so that you can write down what happens every morning. That way you will always remember the next thing that happens in your life. And for you to always remember me, Pine tree.

See you this morning,

B. C. ».

~

"What...!?" Exclaimed the young man. "T-This can't be true. No... I..." He grabbed his head, noticing a slight pang of pain in his temple. "What's going on?" Then he remembered a part of the letter that spoke about a man.

And he looked out of the window.

"Impossible." He whispered, amazed. If Mabel is really going to visit him today, she either isn't going to tell him about this, or she's going to think he's crazy. And he isn't crazy. The letter must have been a joke from that man, surely. Or maybe from Mabel. Dipper gulped, meeting the blonde's dark gaze.

[melonteee]

san/ace and lu/san is so funny, like you have luffy all happy to see his brobro for the first time in 3 years only for ace to start hitting on HIS COOK! suddenly theyre lil kids again w/ luffy hissing like a feral cat at that ace he cant have sanji, sanji is HIS (cook*) NOT YOURS! GO GET UR OWN! which activates ace's big brother troll mode where now hes gonna flirt three times as hard! throw in zosanlu if you want extra chuckles.

zoro: luffy i might have to kill your brother if he doesnt keep his hands off the cook

luffy: promise?

(sanji siren qualities will be the death of him lol)

I swear I read a comic where Ace was like "Luffy can I have your cook" and Luffy's just "??!! NO??? HE'S MINE!!!!" so yeah SHDHDH

[thedancingnorwegian]

:))

[incomingalbatross]

GF Fic: (Insert Time-Related Pun Here)

Having a birthday on the last day of summer was great when you were a kid.

When you were in college and vacation ended somewhere in the last third of August? Not so much.

“Grunkle Ford, I...I don’t think Mabel and I can make it to Gravity Falls,” Dipper confessed, the day before his twenty-second birthday.

“Is it the travel time?” Ford asked from the other end of the phone. “If your usual transportation is too slow, we can call in a favor or two for you kids—I know plenty of entities that would be happy to give you a lift as a birthday present—”

“No, I know, I know,” Dipper said, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “And I really appreciate that, Grunkle Ford, I just...it’s not the travel, it’s being there. The other years we’ve been in college, our birthday was always on a weekend—last year was a Monday, but we spent that year with you guys instead of in school—”

“Thank goodness that seer tipped us off about her vision of 2020!” Ford agreed. “Taking a gap year to sail the Arctic with us was definitely the right decision for you two.”

“Right? Half a semester of online classes was more than enough. But—I mean, maybe it’s being back in school after being gone for a year, maybe it’s just early-semester problems, but...” Dipper sighed. “It’s just, I’m taking five classes, and I’ve got a TA job this year, and I’m getting back into the DD&MD group again and maybe planning to DM a oneshot as a Halloween event, and...” He sighed again. “It all looked much more manageable on my schedule. It was color-coded and everything!”

Grunkle Ford hummed noncommittally.

“Yeah, I know,” Dipper admitted. “Not the first time I’ve overbooked myself.”

“Not quite, perhaps. But it’s very good that you’re learning to recognize it and take steps to take care of yourself—when I was in college, I burned out routinely.”

“Mabel would sic the ‘Self-Care Fairy’ on me again if I didn’t learn.” The “Self-Care Fairy” was a truly terrifying onslaught of Mabelness, complete with costume and character voice, and would not go away until its subject had reached an acceptable level of well-being and had examined their mistakes. “Which is why...I have to cancel. If I came to Gravity Falls, even with instant travel, I’d only be able to get there around like 5:00 PM and I’d be stressed and anxious the whole time. And then I’d get back here exhausted and with no homework done and with class tomorrow, and...I just don’t think I can afford that.” Dipper paused, a knot twisting in his stomach. “I’m really sorry, I wish we could come...”

“Of course, Dipper, we know you do!” Grunkle Ford hastened to assure him. “Don’t feel sorry for us—of course we’d love to see you, but we just had the summer together. I’m just sorry you’re so short on time.” There was a moment’s silence.

“But how is Mabel doing? Is she facing the same challenges?”

“I mean, sort of.” Dipper smiled ruefully. “She kept trying to figure out some solution so that we could have our usual birthday and everything would work out, but...neither of us could come up with anything that would actually work. And she’s really busy too. She jumped back into school full steam ahead, and she’s got her Etsy store, and all her social groups to keep up with—you know she’s better at managing her energy than I am, but it’s still a lot.”

“I understand that,” Ford said. “You both do what you need to to keep up with your responsibilities, okay? We’re very proud of you both, you know.”

Dipper swallowed around the lump in his throat. “I know, Grunkle Ford.”

“Well, then, I’ll let you go—I imagine you have plenty to do right now! We’ll get in touch with you tomorrow, even if only by text.”

“Thank you, Grunkle Ford! Mabel and I are going to video-call at some point, we think, so there’s that. Say hi to Stan and Soos and Melody and the kids and everyone for me?”

“Of course, my boy. Have a good evening.”

“You too.”

The call disconnected, and Dipper sighed, throwing himself down on his bed. After a minute, he picked up his phone again and texted Mabel.

Just called Ford and canceled plans. He said to take care of ourselves and that he and Stan are proud of us.

Then he pushed himself into the homework for tomorrow until his phone buzzed.

Aww, of course he did. <3 Thanks for calling, brobro. I wish we could go, but you were right--I’ve got WAY too much booked. Why didn’t we check what weekday our birthday was FIRST???

Dipper snorted. Maybe we’re dumb :/

IMPOSSIBLE, Mabel sent back. Clearly an evil College Schedule Gremlin messed with our brains

Is that the same guy who makes it so you can never take the prereqs you need when you need them?

Yep!! And the one who fogs your brain so you THINK you’ve filled all your requirements until it’s too late to patch up the holes in your plan. His phone buzzed a second time after that text. ...Ugh, maybe there ARE gremlins in all the college systems

It would explain Blackboard, Dipper agreed with a frown. Huh, maybe they should look into that...

Anyway, though, u good for Zoom tomorrow?

Dipper huffed, reminded of the fact that they had no time for a paranormal investigation right now. Yeah, he typed, I can do an hour or so anytime after 5:30.

Cool, I will figure out a time and let you know!! Can’t wait to see your 22-year-old face!! :) Even if it sucks that we can’t party :(

Same, same. TTYL :)

Dipper tossed his phone aside again, shutting his eyes for a minute. It wasn’t just the party that had him down—though he would miss the bash that Gravity Falls usually threw on their birthday. It was...everything.

It was having a birthday without Mabel.

Oh, sure, they would talk, but they wouldn’t be in the same place. That was why, really, he’d hung onto their plans until the very last minute. He’d made it work on paper—taking an evening to travel to Gravity Falls, have a party, and be back in time for the next class—and it just felt wrong to admit defeat, to compromise on something this important. Their birthday meant the two of them celebrating together, having a good time, acknowledging that it was important.

This year wasn’t going to feel like a birthday at all, Dipper thought glumly.

But no, that was quitter talk. They were going to do their best anyway, because they were the Mystery Twins! Even if the situation was lame. Even if he was going to spend his time on the call with Mabel tomorrow doing homework and/or bursting with stress.

He opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling. “Why do I always overfill my schedule?” he asked plaintively.

The ceiling didn’t answer.

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Dipper dropped his backpack with a thud on his dorm room floor, hastily unzipping it and digging out his laptop. He was late—he’d left his thermos in his last classroom, and been halfway across campus before he realized and turned around to go get it. He blamed his sleep deprivation (a week in, and his body still hadn’t readjusted to the rhythm of morning classes).

Now, though, he could finally pull up Zoom. He plugged in his headphones as he waited for it to connect (stupid dorm wifi), and was rewarded with an ear-splitting squeal.

“Happy birthday, Dipper!”

He grinned at her beaming face. “Happy birthday, Mabel!”

“Did you get a birthday cupcake?” she demanded. “Or at least a birthday cookie?”

He grimaced. “I got ice cream at the cafeteria, but I had to eat it there,” he confessed. “Here, I’ve got...a birthday candy bar?”

“Hmph.” Mabel looked crestfallen, but plastered a smile on anyway. “It’ll have to do! We can sing Happy Birthday, anyway. One, two, thr—”

Before they could launch into an inevitably out-of-sync rendition of “Happy Birthday,” Dipper heard a loud knock. Judging by Mabel’s startled turn towards her door, she heard it too—

Wait, what?

The knocking repeated. On both their doors.

“..Huh,” Mabel said thoughtfully. With a wordless glance between them, they both unplugged their headphones and went to their respective doors.

“Happy birthday, slugger!” Stan said, grinning, the instant he saw Dipper. Over the internet, Ford’s voice was greeting Mabel at the same time.

Dipper’s jaw dropped.

“Ha!” Grunkle Stan shoved past him into the room. Waving to the camera, he added, “Happy birthday, sweetie!”

Ford peered past Mabel into the screen. “Happy birthday, Dipper, my boy!”

“But—what—”

“Grunkles!” Mabel cried. “...But wait, why not just video call us? Not that we’re not happy to see your wrinkly faces, but you came such a long way!”

“Yeah, exactly,” Dipper said, waving his arm in confusion. “You guys—you know we can’t really visit, right? Even with you with us? We don’t have time. I dont want you guys to waste a trip—”

“But we didn’t,” Ford said smugly. “We came to bring your birthday presents.”

With a flourish, Stan produced something and handed it to Dipper. It looked like...a piggy bank, but with a clock face set into the side?

Mabel gasped. “It’s so CUTE!”

“But what is it, Grunkle Ford?” Dipper asked.

“Simply put, my boy...it’s time.”

“It’s a Time-Savings Bank,” Stan said proudly. “Got our hands on these babies a few months ago, on a little side trip. See, when you’ve got some extra time—like, at night, or when you’re waiting for a pot to boil, or whatever—you can use these gizmos to store it up instead! Then when you need more time, you use the clock to take it back out. Whammo! You squeeze in a few extra hours between the normal ones.”

“Like Daylight Saving Time without the false advertising,” Ford added. “We know you two are short on time right now, but...if you’d like, there’s enough in here to give you and everyone currently at the Mystery Shack a good few hours of spare time. What do you say, kids? Still up for a party?”

“Are we!” Mabel crowed.

Dipper stared at this miraculous device. “But...that’s a lot of hours,” he said. “Where did you get the time?”

Stan barked out a laugh. “You kiddin’, Dipper? We figured from the start that at least one of you would burn out when you went back to school. We’ve been putting time aside in these things for months.”

“...Really?” Dipper said. Somehow, he found himself blinking rapidly, and swallowing down some obstruction in his throat.

Stan coughed uncomfortably, looking away. “I mean, it’s not like we gave you any time we had a use for. Just some odds and ends here and there...every day... Anyway! You kids wanna get this show on the road?”

“YES!” Mabel shouted.

Dipper beamed. “Definitely,” he said. “Absolutely.”

And a few minutes later, when they all found themselves in the Shack (courtesy of one of those “favors” Ford had mentioned yesterday), and Dipper had piled into the inevitable group hug with his twin and his grunkles—and with hours of birthday celebration in front of them all—he had to add, “Best present ever.”

[98prilla]

Abductions, Past and Present

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This is another rough one, so pay attention to the tags.

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He’s scared. He knows it’s stupid, Remus goes through this every single day, he should be brave, like his brother, but he’s terrified, because he’s gotten complacent, gotten used to not being taken.

 And he knows from Remus’s face, bruised and bloody, and how hard his brother fought, that he has the same sinking feeling in his gut, that something is going to happen, something bad is coming, and he wishes he had more than a brief glimpse of eye contact to say his goodbyes before they dragged him away.

 It’s the examination table. The smell of sterile cleaners fills the space, making his nose burn from the potency of it, as his ankles and wrists are shackled. He can feel his breath starting to speed, his heart starting to race as panic sets in, as he pulls at his restraints, though he knows it won’t do any good.

 “-don’t need them much longer anyway, should get new specimens soon, to repeat the tests, make sure they’re an accurate representation of their species’ capabilities.” He shivers, going completely still at that voice, as the door opens, The Scientist entering. He’s never seen his face, he’s always wearing a mask, a full body suit, that is always stained red by the end of these sessions.

 “Please. Please don’t.” He knows begging won’t get him anywhere, but he can’t help it.

 “Sedate him. I don’t need him whining through this procedure.” He hears the doctor snap, and he gasps as he feels cold gloved hands on his arm, a needle shoved into his skin. “Experiment 1.552: Organ removal. As the subjects are coming to the end of their usefulness, we will be measuring the effect of the removal of internal organs. We’ll start with the organs it seems humans don’t need, today the appendix. We’re using subject 2, given his much healthier physical state, for the most accurate results. We’ll give that a week, then move on to the liver…” the doctor’s voice goes hazy, the world around him spinning, colors flowing and shifting, like a kaleidoscope. He feels a sharp pain in his side, but it dims quickly, along with his awareness as he fades in and out.

…

Sirens. There are sirens. He can feel an aching, blazing pain in his side, as he half stumbles, is half dragged, down the hallway. Lights are blaring red, flashing and spinning, the sound is so loud, he can hear shouts, screams, orders being shouted but his mind can’t make sense of it, then he’s shoved through a door, and nearly falls to his knees, a strange pressure in his chest, but then Remus is there, lowering him to the ground, alarm bright in his eyes. His own drift shut for a moment, but flare open at the pressure atop the burning spot, a hoarse scream escaping his lips.

 “R… rem…” he chokes out, vision blurred and hazy, but he knows that gentle touch, knows it’s Remus, and if he’s with Remus, he’s safe. The pressure in his chest increases and he coughs, spitting out blood, distantly, he knows that’s not a good sign.

 “Shh, shh, it’ll be ok, RoRo, I’m gonna-“ Remus’s voice shakes, and he feels his brother take in a deep breath, “gonna patch you right up, just like always, yeah? Sound good?” He feels Remus gently stroking his hair, his hand pressing down on his abdomen, and Remus smiles at him, that smile lighting up his whole world, before he can’t keep his eyes open any longer.

 “d…don’t think y-y-you can.” He whispers, choking on the liquid in his lungs, slipping further and further from awareness, distantly, he hears screaming, then his world fades to black.

…

He’s in another operating room. He’s weak, he can’t fight, but he tries anyway, though his chest is tight and he can’t draw in enough air, and where is he, where is Remus, what are they doing to him now?

 “None of that, now. Easy, darling.” A gentle but firm hand on his shoulder pushes him back down, and he doesn’t have the strength to fight it. A scaled, sharp face comes into view. That’s strange, the guards always wear masks, always hide their faces. “we’re fixing you up. You sustained a deep injury to your abdomen, it nicked a vein. You lost a lot of blood and suffered severe internal bleeding and trauma. We need you to stay still, alright?” The being reaches out, carefully stroking his cheek. He leans into the gentle touch, letting his eyes slip closed again. He doesn’t know why, but he believes him.

 “losing him-“

 “nearly done!”

 “venom-“

 Then something warm sweeps through his veins and he gasps in a deep breath, the luxury of oxygen in his lungs sweet enough it knocks him unconscious.

…

Bits and pieces.

…

Someone dabbing at his forehead with a cool rag.

…

Soft hands wrapping his abdomen in bandages, that same scaled face coming into view as he hisses in pain, saying something his cotton filled ears can’t comprehend.

…

Water, cool, sweet, water, hitting his tongue and he swallows, unable to even open his eyes, hearing the distant murmuring of people talking lowly.

…

He tries to call out, tries to reach out, because Remus, where is Remus, he needs to know, he needs to see if he’s safe, if he’s safe!

…

He’s fighting, screaming, crying, he can’t stop, he’s afraid, he’s sitting up, barely registering the warm blankets, the softly lit room, trying to lunge to his feet, only succeeding in falling to the ground, gasping in pain at the searing shock of electric ice shooting up his right side, vision blurring, but he can’t stop, he has a gnawing sense in his gut that Remus is in trouble, Remus is hurting, he needs to find Remus!

 “Darling, what are you doing?!” He looks up, blinking several times at Janus’s voice, he thinks that’s what the Naga has said his name is, he can’t quite remember through the haze that fills him. He feels Janus helping him up, settling him back in the bed, pushing him down as he tries to get back up.

 “Remus! Where… where is he… where…” his eyes jerk to the door as it opens, jerking fully aware and awake for the first time in what feels like years, at the sight of a tall, crystalline man and a winged figure carefully carrying Remus.

 “REM!” He cries out, trying to jolt out of bed, jolt to his brother, but Janus just pushes him back again, simply arranging the pillows so he’s halfway sitting up, before Janus backs away, allowing the other two to lay Remus down beside him. Instantly, he is pulling Remus to his chest, running his hands through his brother’s hair, up and down his arms, unable to tear his eyes away, unable to stop watching every inhale and exhale.

 “Is he ok? What happened to him? What happened to his hand?” He asks, noticing the bandage wrapped tightly around his knuckles.

 “He is fine. Due to a severe stress reaction, he passed out, after having an emotional outburst. He just needs rest. As do you.” Then the crystal man is gone. The winged one shoots him a small smile before following, leaving only Janus with him, watching him silently for a moment.

 “thank you.” Janus startles at his words, puzzled expression slipping across his face.

 “For what?”

 “For getting him out of there. Getting us out of there. For… for saving him.” He says softly, looking up at Janus, eyes watery. Janus lets out a surprised laugh.

 “You were the one bleeding out in that godawful hellhole, and Logan is the one that patched you up. You were the one dying.”

 “maybe. But he was the one who was gonna pay for it, in the end.” Janus nods, eyes softening with understanding, and Roman gets the feeling that Janus understands perfectly what he means.

 “Well. Get some more sleep. And if you try to get up again, I swear I will knock you out myself.” Janus says, startling a laugh out of him. He sees Janus’s eyes light up, his own smile growing, before he turns and walks out the door with a small wave, leaving them alone.

 He pulls Remus a little closer, breathing in his scent as he closes his eyes, safety washing over him.

 …

 He wakes slowly, realizing that Remus shifting and stirring is what has woken him up. Immediately, he starts murmuring again, smoothing back Remus’s hair. He can pinpoint the exact moment Remus wakes fully, his eyes shooting up to take in his face, staring at his eyes, breath hitching before Remus buries against him, sobbing.

 “please… please don’t… I’m sorry, it’s my fault, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have fought, I should have fought harder, I thought you died because of me, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I…” Remus trails off, his sobs shaking his entire frame, and Roman holds him closer, his own tears welling to the surface. “I let them take you away, I thought they took you away, they took you.”

 “Remus, Remus, Remus, I know, I know, it’s not your fault, it’s ok, it’s ok, I’m here, I’m here, and you’re here and we’re safe now.”

 “don’t go. Don’t… don’t go, don’t leave, please, please, don’t leave me, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, don’t go, I can’t… I can’t if you go. Please stay.” Remus begs desperately, eye to eye with him, and he feels his own heart breaking, forcing a smile to his face as he brushes back his brother’s hair.

 “I’m not, I’m not going anywhere. I promise, Rem, I absolutely promise.” He yawns, exhaustion slipping back over him like a heavy, comforting blanket, and he feels Remus slip behind him, cradling him against his chest, carding his hands through his hair, and feels… happy, yawning once more as Remus shifts closer.

 “Go to sleep, brobro. I’ll be ok. As long as you’re ok, I’ll be ok. And I’m not going anywhere, either. Never, never, never. I swear.” He smiles, letting his eyes slip closed, because he knows Remus will be right there, when he wakes up.

[aweebwrites]

All That Glitters are Stars

Ninjago Pride Week: Day 2- Date

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"A date?" Zane repeats with a small frown as he sat next to Kai, Jay on Kai's right with Cole beside him.

"Yeah! I mean, we've been together for almost a month now, I just thought…" Jay fiddled with the belt on his go. "I thought it'll be nice… All of us actually going out together…" He shrugs, sounding far less confident than he had moments before.

"None of that sparky. A date is a great idea." Cole smiled, wrapping a comforting arm around Jay's waist.

"Yeah. A great chance to let all of Ninjago know they lucked out and all three of you are mine." Kai says with a smirk, throwing them a flirty wink that had them smiling.

"Don't get me wrong Jay. I think it is a great idea." Zane ssys, reaching across Kai to take Jay's hand in his, knowing contact was the best way to comfort him. "But there are four of us to consider. We would have to find an activity or location that appeals to all four of us. Not to mention Kai is still healing." He says, gesturing to the cast on Kai's left leg.

"Doesn't make me invalid Zane." Kai huffed, a little touchy still about the cast and how he was unable to properly function as a ninja.

Or an average person.

"Kai. You know I'd never think that." Zane says softly then pressed a kiss to his cheek that redded right after. "I just want to make sure you don't end up more hurt than you already are." He told him and Kai sighs then nodded.

"Yeah. I know. M' sorry." He says, looking up at Zane who only smiled then leaned in and kissed him softly.

Jay and Cole watched, smiling like idiots. Their boyfriends made a beautiful picture. They never tire of watching each other like this.

"Let's research and see what we can find." Zane murmured once he pulled back.

They all nodded, moving to the inside.

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They all sat together on the couch, Zane in the middle, tapping away at his laptop with Kai and Jay either side of him. Cole was standing behind them, leaning over the couch to peer over Zane's shoulder.

"One thing's for sure, it should be a place we can sit at. Sure Kai has his crutches but standing on those things for longer than a few minutes sucks." Cole says, resting his chin on the metal that was Zane's hair.

"A dining establishment would be best to avoid sudden changes in weather and excess attention but the problem us choosing from the several scattered over New Ninjago City." Zane says, adding and eliminating criterias.

"What about Chen's?" Jay suggested.

"No." Kai says immediately. "Sure Skylor and I are still friends but one, she's my ex, two, she's dating my sister, and-"

"There are other noodle houses you know." Cole pointed out.

"And three, wouldn't doing something more than just eating be better?" Kai finished pointedly.

"How about the movies?" Jay suggested.

"Nah. Too crowded." Cole huffed.

"Additionally nothing entertaining is showing at this time." Zane added drily, looking at the movies currently showing on the laptop.

"What about Dareth's place?" Cole suggested.

"Nah. Dareth's place is cool and all but that's for other dates. This is gonna be our first date. It has to be special." Kai says with a frown, leaning against Zane, resting his chin on his shoulder.

"Does it really matter though?" Cole spoke up and they all looked back at him. "I mean, what does location matter? As long as we're together and all, you know?" He shrugged, flustered under their attention now.

"Awww." Jay cooed, grinning as Cole huffed defensively.

"He's right though." Kai shrugged. "I mean, as long as I have you guys with me… What does location matter?" He says, picking at his cast as a light flush filled his cheeks.

"... I have an idea." Zane says with a smile, looking towards his now curious boyfriends.

He closed the laptop and set it aside. He then stood, scooping Kai up in his arms, making the fire ninja yelp.

"Come with me." He says, carrying Kai off to the kitchen.

Jay and Cole looked at each other before shrugging and following. Jay's yelp then giggles could be heard shortly after.

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"Oh yeah. This is much better than any old restaurant." Cole says with a grin much later that day.

They were all seated out under the stars on a blanket, candles lit around them and at a safe distance. Their stomachs were as full as their hearts as they took in the view of the night sky. With New Ninjago City much farther out and at a much lower altitude than the mountain the Monastery sat atop, they had unrestricted view of distant star clusters and nebulae.

"Hmm yeah." Jay all but purred, curling up against Kai from their place laying on the blanket, taking in the beautiful night.

"Indeed. It's rather romantic." Zane murmured into Jay's hair, his fingers laced with Cole who had Kai's back pressed firmly against his chest, said fire ninja unable to stop giggling as Cole nosed at his ear and neck.

"Cole! It tickles!" Kai laughed out as Jay and Zane watch him with a shared lovestruck expression.

"Sometimes, this feels too good to be true…" Jay spoke quietly, gaining their attention. "I mean, what are the odds of all of us sharing the same feelings… Then becoming this? Together…  So happy…" He says, teaching patterns against Cole and Zane's interlocked hands.

"I'm not complaining, don't get me wrong. It's just…" He chewed his bottom lip. "Being this happy always is… Amazing." He smiled to himself then looking up at Kai with his eyes full of stars.

How could Kai not kiss him after that? He cupped Jay's cheeks and kissed him deeply, his freckled cheeks turning red almost instantly but he hissed back.

"It won't always be blissful. There are four of us. We're bound to crash together eventually and have terrible fights. As ninja, we're also bound to get hurt and disagree. We just have to remember that we aren't alone in this. That we have each other." Zane says into Jay's hair, giving Cole's hand a squeeze he returned.

"Zane's right. Things are bound to be tough. But we'll get through it. For now, I just want to cuddle with my boyfriends and watch the stars." Cole says then smirked, looking at Kai and Jay who were making out. "Maybe a kiss or two in the mix wouldn't hurt." He adds lightly.

"All you have to do is ask." Kai murmured as he pulled away from Jay's lips.

He tilted his head and Cole shifts, releasing Zane's hand so he could tilt Kai's chin more towards him then kissed him, tasting Jay on his lips.

"I'm so lucky to have you guys…" Jay says with a dopey smile and Zane chuckled.

"We're lucky to have you too." Zane says, tilting his face towards him.

Jay fluttered his eyes closed for a kiss- only to snort once Zane nuzzled his nose with his own. He didn't stop there. Soon, all of his face was being peppered in little kisses from Zane that had him giggle before he turned around to face Zane and booped his nose. He cut off whatever Zane was going to say with a kiss, they were both smiling into.

It all felt too good to be true, to be real. But they were real.

And they were here, together.

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(My anxiety is screaming at be because this is like super short. At 1.2k words I think. But imma just gonna hit that Brobro googoo and never look back. And yes! This is written as an extension to Perspective! Hope you guys liked it!)

[lumber]

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[ktebsx]

He’s perfect.

Everything about him, is just simply, perfect.

God I just want him to be mine.

I just want to take care of him. Make his life simple. Show him love he’s never had. Show him what it’s like to have a woman not a girl. I want to spoil him without him knowing just because I know he wouldn’t accept it. I want to grow. I want to settle. I want to see where it takes us, because as of now... he is literally what makes me genuinely happy. I’ve never had that.

I want to tell him about my past even though it’s hard for me to talk about. I just told the first person about it ever today, and that was my brobro. And I sobbed the entire time. It was literally the hardest thing I’ve ever done, and it’s still hard to realize that was my reality. I want to tell him, but I’m scared to push him away.

I dunno much.. but I do know I want structure, communication, honesty, love, a man who wants what’s best for me along with me wanting what’s best for him. But most of all I want one of my absolute best friends, to be mine. I’m selfish, I can’t help it. But even moreso, I want to be his. I’m willing to wait as long as he needs. I’m not going to hurt him, I don’t want to ever see him hurt. I want him to be happy always. I’m not going anywhere. I’m not interested in even looking at another man. He’s everything I look for and more. I refuse to fuck this up. And I know I run away from my feelings, and it’s scary for me to finally be putting me and my feelings first, and no matter what obsticle is thrown my way, I’m doing the damn thing.

Now, it’s just a matter of whether or not he wants me enough to make me his, and if so, when he’s ready. But wanting me or not, I’ll always be his friend. And always care no matter what for him.

But really tho, have I mentioned he’s perfect?

[violettetraum-blog]

@arrogantragingstar​ | x

After coming home from work, Eiji immediately went to the lounge where his band mates usually hung out to rest. It was a somewhat long morning for him, so he was hoping there would be someone there to talk to so he could distract his mind. Low and behold his wishes came true, for he saw his older brother. The brunet came over and sat beside Eiichi.

“Nii-san, hello! Done with work for the day?”

[mellomadness]

RULES: answer the questions in a new post and tag 10 blogs you would like to get to know better.

I was tagged by @arina-shavel and then double tagged by @miss-loonylove, thank you both of you xD

Edit: I was also tagged by @allevallie xD Did you all plan this?

a // age: 18

b // birthplace: San Diego, CA

c // current time: 1:50 pm

d // drink you last had: coffee

e // easiest person to talk to: my mom, my best friend Alicen, and my other best friend @i-am-against-being-touched

f // favorite songs: Mr Blue Sky by ELO, Africa by Toto, Anpanman by BTS, 땡 by BTS, 4 o’clock by Taehyung and Namjoon, Candy (So Good) by The Rose, Like We Used To by The Rose, 너와 by The Rose, I Wait by Day6, Congratulations by Day6, Portland by theklipp, Fake Happy by Paramore, 26 by Paramore, and Ariel by ideadead

g // grossest memory: uh... probably when I had to change my little brother’s diaper when he was a baby and he managed to get poop all up his back into his hair.

h // horror yes or horror no: as a Halloween fan: hell yes!!! As a paranoid and easily excitable person: still yes, but less enthusiastically

i // in love: if celebrities count as someone I can be “in love” with, Kim Namjoon. But otherwise.... I have my dog :)

j // jealous of people: depends on how attached I am to someone, but otherwise I’m only jealous (???) of people’s skill levels and it makes me want to work harder

k // (there’s no k omg)

l // love at first sight or should i walk by again?: I believe love is something you grow in and work at, so no, not love at first sight. However.... infatuation and attraction at first sight? God yes

m // middle name: Ellyse

n // number of siblings: 6! Two older half brothers, three younger siblings (2 younger sisters and 1 younger brother), and one older cousin who I refer to as my brobro because he’s basically my older brother anyway

o // one wish: to be able to make people happy with what I create, and that I can be happy doing so

p // person called last: apparently my mom, which is weird because we talk in person all the time

q // questions you’re always asked: “Oh you’re an artist? Can you draw me?” and “What’re we gonna make for dinner?”

r // (there’s no r!!! dang i was hoping i could plug my last name or something))

s // song you last sang: Hate to See Your Heart Break by Paramore

t // time you woke up: 9ish? Probably later. Summer is the time I sleep forever

u // underwear color: blue

v // vacation destination: personally I really wanna go to Quebec and Seoul with my mom, but alone I’d love to visit Italy or Spain... or just go to South Korea and visit as many cities as I possibly can and just enjoy the people and places. I don’t vacation often so... gotta make the most of it I suppose

w // worst habit: either swearing like a sailor, staying up until 3 am every night, or piling laundry up until I’m out of clothes *cough*procrastination*cough*

x // x-rays: I’ve had one on my left elbow after a particularly nasty slip on ice in MN, but recently I had some done on my left foot for an old ankle injury that should’ve been looked at years ago and I’m just now addressing

y // your favorite food: red pozolé

z // zodiac sign: Libra

Aight, time to tag! @i-am-against-being-touched (love you :p) @safyresky, @shittyelfwriter, @lifeisablackhole9, @conditionallyme, @nelts, @sovietgrocerybag, @insane-halloween-lover, @annakaashi, and @theragamuffininitiative :)

[cillaivory]

hnng got any headcanons about the velvet pair (I love these two dorks too much tbh)

join the club my dear anon-pal because I’m in Velvet Pair hell 99% of the time

I’m using Tereza as APH Czechia’s name and Ondrej as APH Slovakia’s name because yes.

• Tereza and Ondrej act kind of like surrogate parents to Nichita (APH Moldova) because they high key always wanted to start a family (but when Nichi gets angsty teen they pass him off to his brobro or Katya (APH Ukraine))

• Ondrej is definitely the more artistic of the two, but that’s really the only time he kind of shows his emotions or gets worked up. Tereza kind of likes that side of him because it’s definitely one of the few times she gets to see that side of him. He only really shows it to her.

• Tereza gets worked up easily and definitely is a “heart on her sleeve” and “tell it like it is.” A lot of their friends think she’s too high strung and controlling but she’s truly just an honest woman and Ondrej loves that.

• Despite his blasé appearance, Ondrej will compete with Tereza. When they were younger, she would win a lot on her own merits, but as he got older and matured more, he could’ve easily bested her a lot. They don’t acknowledge sometimes he lets her win.

• Following a nasty breakup, it was Nichita who helped them back together, because he couldn’t stand seeing his Faux Parents not be together and happy. He did this by sending roses to each of them, claiming it was from the other.

• Tereza is not big into PDA but Ondrej can be. If he whines she gives in. Sometimes she’ll go over the top, just to embarrass him.

• Tereza and Ondrej fucking gossip about ALL their friends. They’ll sit down with a beer and talk about all the juicy shit that goes on in their friends’ lives.

• They’ve probably always been each other’s best friends and know almost everything about the other.

• They split domestic duties, but because Tereza works a bit longer, Ondrej doesn’t mind cooking dinner or cleaning. He definitely prefers keeping their home clean to paper work, anyway.

• Ondrej wants to have twelve kids and become the next “Cheaper by the Dozen” movie. Tereza is less than enthusiastic.

[bubltae]

If jonghyun and taemin are ever in the same class does jonghyun get annoyed or is he the protective big brother who keeps his classmates from teasing his little brother

when jonghyun discovered he shared his ap literature class with his little brother junior year, he was initially not pleased at all. yes, he loves his brobro and he wants to he a good hyung but sometimes it’s just nice to get away from his super duper smart ass brother.

jonghyun complained about it to amber everyday until the first day of school when he entered his third class, ap lit with taemin.

now, jong wanted to be annoyed because although he and taemin were in the same grade, jong was still older and he having his little kid brother in the same advanced class was irritating.

jonghyun had friends, friends he himself could handle but he knew they wouldn’t stand for taemin. he wasn’t embarrassed of taemin of whatever most older brothers feel but being the oldest in a house with a prodigy little brother AND a soccer superstar littler brother has been difficult. at school, jonghyun can just pretend that everyone knows his name. he can pretend his little brothers aren’t there for six hours a day.

“hi hyung.” jonghyun was zoning out. he startles out of his thoughts and smiles at his small brother choosing a seat carefully next to him.

taemin’s usually quiet outside of home, jonghyun knows that. he’s just never seen taemin with his head hung low and his shoulders scrunched.

when the teacher does attendance, taemin barely raises his hand and jonghyun knows why.

he’s in a class full of 16-18 year olds and they’re obviously not happy with someone like taemin being in this advanced class. someone throws a wadded up paper ball at the back of taemin’s head when the teacher isn’t looking and jonghyun can see he is near tears on his first day.

class ends and taemin is the first one out. jonghyun trails close behind him, grabs him by the arm and drags him into the nearest bathroom. taemin is so startled he lets out a little squeak before realizing who it is.

“taemin. do you know those kids?” jonghyun asks as soon as he and taemin are in the bathroom stall alone.

“you’ll be late for class,” taemin says, choosing to ignore jonghyun’s previous question. he goes to unlock the door and jonghyun stops him.

“listen to me. do you know those kids?”

“what kids?” taemin asks. he isn’t looking at jonghyun even though the older has a firm grip on his arm.

“you know what kids,” jonghyun says, softer this time.

taemin is silent. then, “what does it matter? it’s been happening since ninth grade,” he whispers.

jonghyun’s heart drops. two years and taemin never said anything, nothing at all. “why didn’t you tell me?”

“i don’t need to tell you everything,” taemin mumbles.

“but i’m your big brother. i’m supposed to look out for you,” jonghyun tries to reason.

taemin shrugs off his loose grip. his eye are welling up again, causing jonghyun’s as well. he pulls his tiny little brother into a hug. “i’m here so you can feel comfortable. let me be there for you.”

taemin doesn’t say anything but he nods and jonghyun can feel it in his chest. the bell rings and both know they’re late but that’s ok. they spend the time walking to class on how they’re going to tell their dads about detention.

[jikanet-tanaka]

Whoaaa, I can’t believe I actually finished RH:PC. All in all, I had some great fun, I mean it was like meeting up with an old friend to chat over a warm cuppa tea…

Here are a shitload of some thoughts I had while playing the game, embellished with dumb gifs because I have the maturity and attention span of a fifth-grader.

FYI, the original ending is like, one of my favourite ending in all the history of jRPGs. Yeah, no kidding. I love the bittersweet feel to it, how it shows Stocke’s growth as a character and how heartbroken his friends are over him having to die for their sake. Most of all, I love that the source of the problem is not addressed (because it just can’t be addressed), but that everything ends up going in the right direction anyway because of SCIENCE! and because the right people are finally in the right places, just as that kind of situation would go in real life. And, uh, confession time, but the final bit between Heiss and Stocke made me bawl like a baby… I mean, the former shot up to become my thrash son problematic fave solely by the strength of that scene. It made me write a fanfic that’s about the length of the sixth Harry Potter book, y’all. That’s some serious shit, I still can’t quite believe it.

So, as you can all probably tell, the thought of them changing that ending… yeahhh, not gonna lie, that was me:

I knew they could not make me like the ending more, because it was already perfect in my humble opinion. So with that in mind, I made the deliberate choice to go in with lowered expectations and in a way, it… worked? I didn’t get that salty about any of the new stuff, mostly because I felt the extended ending and the parts with Nemesia couldn’t ruin anything for me since the core of the game - the heart of what made the DS version works so well - was still there, just a bit more gussied up by those gameplay tweaks and that fancy voiced script. Even when there was something I found dumb or badly executed, I didn’t get annoyed, I just went ‘oh, okay, whatev’ and continued to play. Because I still loved those characters and that ‘verse and it made me happy to be able to experience it again.

(Wait, no, I’m lying, there’s actually one thing that made my blood boil. The fanservicey bits are garbage, and I’ll be glad when the sort of creepy-ass mentality that gets us that moe crap will finally be gone. There, it’s off my chest now.)

I mean, even the art style grew on me, eventually (except for a few select female characters who looked like they were zapped by a moe ray… *beleaguered sigh* oh my poor Valkyrie, what have they done to you?) And in the cases of Marco and Heiss, I actually like their new portraits better! PC!Marco’s got some really cute expressions and PC!Heiss… well, PC!Heiss seems less like the kind of guy who drowns kittens as a hobby. I can almost buy that Raynie trusted him at some point in her life (…almost).

The voice work was quite solid too and that, uh, surprised me?? I even like the English dub better than the Japanese version! Rosch, Stocke and Heiss’ VAs did great jobs imho and I developed a sort of fondness for Gafka and Raul’s voices as well. Raul really sounded like the kind of guy who needs ALL THE CAFFEINE to deal with the sheer amount of shit going on around him, and that made me feel for the guy. You and me both, Lieutenant General… you and me both…

Other than that, here are a few things that made me lol/sigh/feel the feels in no particular order:

- Raynie’s got a new sidequest and it doesn’t have anything to do with her (still kinda badly-written) crush on Stocke?! A sidequest that actually addresses her PTSD??! Atlus, you blew my itty-bitty tiny mind here, you managed to remember that she had a life beyond being Stocke’s love interest!

- At the same time, why is Marco’s possible history about Mimel again? Why couldn’t it be about, oh I don’t know, his past, of which we still know nothing about?? Also, Sonja’s quest could have been about her brobro, you know, what we got instead was a bit… cringeworthy, what with those Stay-in-the-Kitchen overtones. C’mon, Atlus, plz.

- Everybody seems to hate the bad end where Fennel explodes because Stocke gave him a whack, but I love it. It was so, so dumb. It wasn’t as beautiful in its sheer wtf factor as Simmering End, but it was trying, definitely.

- Speaking of Simmering Fury… I’m just gonna leave this here:

Yeah, that speaks for itself, I think.

- Finally, we get the opportunity to beat the crap outta Dias and Selvan! …while they’re riding… giant… mechas??? This should not work, but it did for me (...why???). Also, Noah’s Pope mecha, lord, Noah’s Pope mecha, with his silly little Pope hat! I guess someone on the development team felt the original game needed more mechas.

- In general, Dias and Selvan’s heel-face-turn is the only one I can buy out of all of the new redemption arcs we’ve gotten. Since it’s shown even in the original game that they were acting out of a real desire to make their country better (well, all according to their own definition of better, which is not, uh, everybody’s definition of better), I can get that once confronted with the evidence that they’ve played right into the hand of some homicidal nutso, they’d change their tune. They’ve actually managed to put all the pieces together and find out Heiss’ real identity! ...it didn’t save them in the end, but I’m still proud of my boys.

- Protea willingly turning away from a life of sin, on the other end…

I get that they were trying to give more nuance to an admittedly thin character, but, uh, could they have found a more efficient (read: less OOC) way to make her more sympathetic? Her change of heart comes a little… too abruptly, in my taste. If it had been a gradual thing, I think it would have gone better. Hell, if they wanted us to feel sorry for her, they could have pulled a Cersei Lannister and shown us the less rosy side of marrying a royal for the power it brings you. Sure, money and prestige are all fine and dandy, but is it worth the cost of losing your agency to an asshole husband with control issues? Ask Cersei how it went for her…

- On Hugo’s side of things, myeahhh, I understand what they were going for, but again, it came a little fast? At least this time there was a little foreshadowing and some foundation for his heel-face-turn… still, the fact that his faith in Noah was genuine is nice and all, but, uh, I dunno, I feel like he was too far gone off the deep end at that point for a complete change in attitude? Dude went on fire and smiled.

- …but I like what they did with him in that possible history, where he mended his ways because he caused Noah’s death by being his usual asshole self. It could have been a good way to build up some sympathy for him if we could compare and contrast this ending with the one he originally got… that way, we could be sad seeing how that he did have the potential to be a good person but chose instead to chase after the trappings of power, discarding what made him a precious disciple in Noah’s eyes…

- Speaking about Noah, I think his whole arc had some good ideas, but I would preferred it if they added a little more build-up leading up to the reveal that he’s extended his lifespan with Thaumatech? Maybe have Stocke wonder why this Noah looks like he’s so young while his Noah is an old man? Have a few citizens comment on how surely, their prophet must have been blessed by a divine power since he’s aged so little over the years? I dunno, really… Still, I like the idea that he’s gotten tired of the way his people depend on him without ever trying to stand on their own. No wonder he’s all, ‘peace, homies, Noah out’ when you save him in the main timeline. It fits in nicely with the general theme we had in the original game of Alistel having to grow as a country by stopping using their faith as a crutch.

- As for Heiss’ ending, well, it does make me lol that’s it’s all about him being:

More seriously, I’m kinda worried for Stocke’s sake? Poor boy is never going to have a moment of peace, is he? Then again, this new-and-improved Heiss seems oddly… cheerful? And… happy?? You guys, he nearly apologized to Stocke for messing with his memory!!! …well, nearly, he’s not ready for such deep self-reflection, y’all. And now I’m wondering how the rest of the party felt about him still being around. I’m almost surprised Raynie didn’t try throwing him off Nemesia’s boat in the last chapter. I would have cheered for her.

…man, I almost feel a plotbunny coming on, hmm.

Anyway, I feel like they meant for his survival to be heartwarming, but I’m, uh, just freaked out on Stocke’s behalf, tbh. Heiss really needs to give Precious Nephew some space. Somehow, though, I don’t think this will be the case… as Gravity Falls would put it, Stocke’s life is Heiss’ soap opera, after all.

…poor, poor Stocke…

...

also totally I pwned Master Vainqueur, booyah.

[sisselin]

I peeked in to Zanders room, he was sitting hunched over the computer playing blick-block as if it was the most important thing in the world.

Anne: G’night brobro!

Zander: Nighty night sis!

He let his eyes stray from the screen for a second to shoot me a smile but quickly regretted it when the sound of him losing echoed in the room. I laughed at his grumpy face and closed the door just as mom was interrupting Carly and dads game.

Aubrie: Oh honey you were supposed to be in bed half an hour ago!

She looked accusingly at dad who shrugged and smiled.

Carly: Daddy let me stay up until Annie came back home, I wanted to say good night!

Mom sighed, this battle was lost. I could see that she really didn’t mind because having me home was a rare thing afterall and everyone was happy and wanted to spend as much time together as possible.

Anne: Goodnight you little detective you

She giggled and ran into her room dragging mom with her to read a nighttime story. She had long outgrown the need for a story to be told at bedtime but it was a nice tradition they kept up and as the “baby” of the family Carly loved the attention.

[98prilla]

Abductions, Past and Present

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He wakes slowly, this time, like drifting upwards, through soft clouds, and he yawns, stretching, barely wincing at the pull in his right side as he blinks his eyes open, rolling over onto his side. He smiles softly, meeting Remus’s eyes, who is sitting by his bedside, eyes widening as he sees what’s in his hands.

 “Rem… Rem is that… is that a book?” He whispers, almost awestruck. Remus nods, smile wide and brighter than it’s ever been.

 “yeah. It’s a collection of Shakespeare plays. Patton brought it to me, a gift from Logan.” Remus frowns at that name, unconsciously rubbing up and down the spine, the feel soft and so distantly familiar beneath his fingers.

 “Logan… Logan’s the one who saved me.” Remus frowns a bit harder at that, sighing.

 “I am aware. He’s also the one who kept us apart for nearly three days and let me believe you had died.” His mouth drops open in a silent ‘oh’, shifting so he’s sitting up in bed.

 “is that what it was? Right before they brought you in here I… panicked. I could feel something was wrong, with you.” Remus snorts, leaning back in his chair.

 “Yeah, me having a complete breakdown and listing all the ways I could kill myself would probably trigger that for ya.”

 “WHAT?!”

 “I thought you were dead, ok!? I don’t… you’re the only thing I have, Ro. And I thought you were gone.” He softens, reaching out a hand, Remus instantly intertwining their fingers, squeezing tight.

 “I’m not. You can’t get rid of me that easily, Rem. I promise.” Remus smiles, a sad, small smile, as he presses their foreheads together.

 “good. You’re a fighter, Ro. You always have been. You’re so much stronger than me, brobro. So much better than me.” Remus pulls back after a long moment, setting the book aside on a small bedside stand.

“If you’re feeling up for it, we can take a little walk. Patton’s been showing me around, and I almost know where I’m going, now.” He laughs, relishing the soft grin across his brother’s face, hand pressing against his injury as he sits up, swinging his legs off the edge of the bed. For a moment, the world spins at the change of elevation.

 “Ro? You good?” He nods, letting Remus sling an arm around his shoulders for support as he stands, legs a bit wobbly, but he balances out after a moment, his wound barely protesting as they head out the door and down the hall.

 The ship is made of smooth, softly luminescent metal, that must mimic the day/night cycle automatically. There’s a soft electric hum in the air, a faint hint of static making the hair on his arms stand up.

 “Ro. It’s ok.” He hadn’t realized his breath was speeding up, his hand fisting the fabric of his shirt, and he forces himself to take a few deep breaths in and out. Still, he feels like the corridor is too small, the walls pressing in on him, and he’s endlessly relieved when they reach the end, and the hall widens out into a large communal living space.

 There’s couches, two deep sofa chairs, a few small tables, arranged around the far end of the room. Against the other wall is cabinets and cooking utensils, storage units, obviously the kitchen, an island with a few stools arranged around it. Softly glowing globes sit in alcoves along the walls, lighting the space soothingly, and he gathers from their dimness it must be early evening.  

 “Hey kiddo. It’s good to see you up and about!” He stumbles at the peppy voice, Remus’s arm keeping him steady. “Oh, sorry, bud, didn’t mean to startle you.” The winged man apologizes from the kitchen, where he’s cutting up some kind of fruit.  

 “I-it’s ok.” He mumbles, suddenly shy and nervous, in front of this new person. When was the last time he met an actual new person? What does he say? What is he supposed to say? God, the silence has gone on too long now, anyway.

 “Easy there, I can feel your stress from way over here.” Remus stiffens slightly at that voice, barely repressing a hiss as he glares daggers at the person sitting in the corner of the room, barely visible from the shadows.

 “Play nice, Virgil, or I will make you.” He relaxes a tad at that voice, coming down the hall behind them, as Janus sweeps into the room, giving him a small smile as he passes, draping himself across one of the chairs.

 “I wasn’t doing anything!” Virgil protests, Janus scoffing.

 “Stop it, both of you. Or no dessert.” Both of them sigh dramatically, sinking back in their seats with muttered ‘fines’ or ‘whatevers’, and Roman finds himself smiling again, because this he knows, this bickering back and forth, this instant shutting down of debates, he understands those dynamics.

 “Roman, you already know Janus,” Remus says, and Janus gives a lazy wave and a small smirk, “that pile of shadow in the corner is Virgil, he’s a Wraith.” Remus continues, Virgil giving a small two finger salute. “And that is Feathers! He’s a Seraph.”

 “My actual name is Patton, but you can call me feathers if you like. Or Pat. Or any other nick name you can think of, really!” Patton chirps, wings fluffing happily.  

 “Oh. Okay. Um. Nice to meet you all.” He mumbles, gaze flitting from person to person, before settling on the ground in front of him.  He lets Remus guide him to one of the couches, laughing as he pulls away from his brother’s fussing, wrapping him in a blanket and cushioning him with pillows until he bats his hands away.

 “I’m fine, Rem, I swear. If I’m not comfy I’ll tell you!” Remus laughs as he stops, ruffling Roman’s hair, who splutters indignantly. Remus smiles, leaning back against the soft cushions of the couch, taking a moment to bask in the softness, the warmth, the comfort. Roman leans against him, resting his head on his shoulder, as he reverently picks up the book from Logan.

 “Where should we start, Ro? Romeo and Juliet? Macbeth? Othello?” He inhales the smell of paper and ink, remembering when they would watch performances online, analyze the costumes, the production, they had always loved theater.  

 “No. none of the tragedies, Rem. Something funny.” His eyes light up, as he flips through the book, nearly gasping at the feel of parchment against his fingertips. “There we are. Twelfth Night.”

 “Ah. Good one, Ro. So, shall we pick our characters?”

 “I call Viola/Cesario!”

 “Aw, she’s the best one!” Remus whines, and Roman nudges him.

 “Shut up, you can have Orsino and Olivia.” He placates, Remus sighing dramatically.

 “Fiiine. Let’s go, then!” Remus agrees, excitement lighting up his eyes as they divvy up the rest of the characters.

 It starts off as just reading the lines, but both of them have always been dramatic, and soon they’re creating different voices for the different characters, Remus ends up jumping off the couch, so caught up he starts acting out his scenes, Roman doing the same as best he can from his seat, laughing at Remus’s antics so hard his stomach was aching before they even made it to act two, Remus’s smile and laughter feeding his own.

 Remus is positively aglow, watching Roman laugh, and act, and read, when was the last time he looked so happy, actually laughed, a full bodied, belly aching, laugh? It sounds sweet, so sweet and light and… and carefree, it’s everything he’s ever wanted for his brother, and it makes the knot in his stomach loosen a bit more, because if he’s laughing like this, he really is going to be okay.

 “Don’t mean to break up the party, kiddos, but I’ve got some supper ready, if you feel up to eating.” Patton says, breaking the spell they’ve been weaving of comedic misunderstandings and misplaced crushes, the cobble streets and arcing castles fading away into the metal walls and dim lights of the ship.

 Virgil is looking at the two of them, faint amusement tracing itself across his lips. Janus is still languid in his chair, but his head is tilted ever so slightly towards them, clearly having been watching their performance. And Patton is grinning from the kitchen, six plates sitting on the counter.

 “That was actually… pretty good.” Virgil comments, surprise in his voice.

 “Of course it was! I may be rusty, but once an actor, always an actor! It’s like riding a bike!” Roman blurts out, striking a pose, the bravado of his characters giving him a bit of courage. He’s rewarded by Remus’s snort, gently bumping him with his shoulder.

 “More like drama nerd than actor.” Roman gasps, mock offense on his face.

 “You’re lucky I’m injured, Remus, or I would be challenging you to a duel right now!”

 “You’re lucky you’re my brother, otherwise I wouldn’t go easy on you and let you win.” Remus bites back, rolling his eyes.

 “um, am the only one caught up on the ‘bike’ thing? The hell is that?” Virgil mumbles.

 “It is a human form of transportation, consisting of a metal frame, which two wheels are attatched to. It is powered by the human peddling, and steered by handles attatched to the wheels, upon which pressure breaks are also mounted to allow for an easy stop to the kinetic motion.” Remus freezes at that voice, stiffening instantly, eyes turning cold and hard, and Roman knows instantly it must be Logan, as he peers over the top of the couch.

 “Oh, that’s neat!” Patton comments, oblivious to the tension in the room, or just ignoring it. “Suppers done, if you want some! I just made mac ‘n cheese.”

 “holy shit.” Roman whispers, eyes wide. “that’s… I can… can I have some?” He asks, hesitantly, immediately wincing at his question, waiting for the shoe to drop, waiting for the pain.

 “of course, Roman! I made plenty for everyone.”

 “I’ll go get you a plate, yeah? You wanna stay out here, or go back to our room?” Remus asks softly.

 “Out here. It’s… nice.” Roman answers, smiling smally as Remus ruffles his hair again, kissing the top of his head.

 Remus instantly hardens as he turns away from Roman, making a wide berth around the hallway entryway, where Logan is standing, unable to help glancing at him every few seconds.

 It wasn’t only that Logan had been the one to make the decision to keep them apart. He didn’t like that decision, but he did appreciate the obvious attempt at keeping Roman safe, the care for his injury. He’d been harsh in his words, in the moment, cruel in them, but he’d been hurt and not thinking clearly, and though it was the cruelest thing that had ever been done to him, it hadn’t been intentional.

 But there was something about him that reminded Remus much too much of The Scientist, as they called him, the way he stood, the formality of his speaking, the… the aura, he gave off. He doesn’t trust the way he moves, the way his gaze seems to see through him, the way he seems to analyze and take mental notes of every movement, every word, everything about him sets Remus’s instincts ablaze, screaming at him fight or flight, and it takes everything in him not to do either, just to steadily scoop some of the gooey, delicious smelling food onto two plates and walk back to Roman, settling stiffly onto the couch beside him, every muscle tense and breath hissing in and out.

 “I should… retire back to my chambers. Apologies, I didn’t know the two of you were out here.”

 “It’s fine-“

“You should go-“

 Remus exchanges a look with Roman, who’s frowning at him, head tilted slightly, as he always does when he’s serious.

 “You should stay.” Roman says firmly, voice brooking no argument, and Remus scowls, looking away, but not disagreeing.

 “I appreciate the sentiment, but I would rather avoid causing either of you distress. I had noticed several times in the past, that my presence caused a stress reaction in Remus, and I would not want to intrude. I… will continue doing my best to not be nusaince, to either of you.” Logan states, quickly grabbing a plate and leaving the room. Several moments later, they hear the click of his door shutting, and Roman huffs, glaring at Remus.

 “What? I didn’t say anything?!” He protests, and Roman’s eyes narrow.

 “You didn’t have to! You looked like you were gonna jump him at any second! He saved my life, Ree, you have to give him something for that.” Remus sighed and looked away, idly pushing the food around on his plate.

 “I know. I know I’m not being fair, Ro.” Roman softened, bumping Remus’s leg with his.

 “So what is it that’s really upsetting you?”

 “he scares me. The way he speaks, moves, talks, acts… it’s all… it’s Him. And I can’t not see Him, when I see Logan. I keep waiting for… for His voice, for Him to announce this experiment over, for Him to… to take you away again, and I know it’s not Him, and I know this is real, but how do I even know what real is anymore?” His voice cracks, and he realizes he’s crying again, and he shakes his head. “It’s all… it’s so fucked, Ro.”

 “I know. I… I’m sorry.” Remus frowns, looking at Roman, who’s pushing around the food on his plate, still too pale, and far too thin, and he nearly laughs.

 “you’re sorry? What the hell for? None of this is your fault! Definitely not the getting kidnapped and dragged to space thing, and certainly not the almost dying part, and definitely nothing in between!”

 “I should have been braver. They… they split us up, and I know you were so afraid, I was too, but they used that against you, and I should have stood up to them, like you always did, I should have fought, since you couldn’t anymore, I shouldn’t have let them keep taking you, I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t have been relieved every time they took you instead of me! I hate it Ree, I hate that, that, I was such a coward! I was glad it was you and not me! How… how selfish is that?” Roman laughs, but it’s a pained, broken sound, and Remus instantly wraps his brother in a hug, slotting his head against Roman’s shoulder as he shakes.

 “it’s not. It’s not selfish, Roman, you don’t need to be ashamed of that, you were plenty brave, brobro, you were plenty strong. They never broke your smile, they never stole your laugh, and that defiance made them angrier than anything, Ro. You kept me going, every day, you’re the only reason I never just gave up, and I would never have let you fight them, Roman, no matter how badly you wanted to, I would never have let you take that chance. Don’t be guilty because you were happy not to get hurt, that’s just self preservation, Ro. I would never fault you for that. All of it is their fault. All of it.” He feels Roman shaking harder, can feel the tears dripping onto his shirt, and he just squeezes Roman tighter, wishing he could absorb all of Roman’s pain, wishing he could take it all, even if it would kill him, he would take it all.

 “I think I wanna go back to bed.” Roman mumbles, voice trembling, and Remus pulls back, nodding.

 “ok. Can you eat a bit, for me, first? You’re still healing, and we don’t want you getting sick on top of that.”

 “yeah.” Roman whispers, the life and spirit from the play reading nearly completely gone, and it breaks Patton’s heart a little more, seeing that glimpse of who Roman could be, should have been, would have been if their lives hadn’t been ripped out from under them. He exchanges a glance with Virgil, whom is frowning as well, likely feeling whatever sadness or hopelessness is radiating off the two humans. It must be strong, his eyes are darker than normal, his form flickering black at the edges. He can’t hear what they’re saying, but he knows Janus can, he has better hearing than the rest of them, and from the focused tilt of his head, subtly leaning towards them from his chair, he’s listening to every word.

 Eventually they pull apart from their hug, and Roman eats some of the food, his eyes widening, delight lighting up his face, some of the life sparking back to his eyes as he digs in, absolutely devouring the mac ‘n cheese. Remus rolls his eyes, eating his own a bit slower, though the taste of actual, real, true food still nearly sends him to tears.  

 “You want more?” Remus asks softly, but Roman shakes his head, already fighting to keep his eyes open. He’s warm and full and can almost believe he’s safe. He blinks open his eyes at Remus’s soft chuckle, brushing back his hair. “it’s alright, ro. You can go to sleep.” He murmurs, careful as he scoops Roman into his arms, who immediately lets his eyes drift closed, nestling his head against Remus’s chest.

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MEGA REPLY POST

Here’s replies for the past 71 days, because I haven’t sat my ass down earlier and actually done them. Some of these aren’t even relevant any longer. I’ll try to section them after different topics and stuff.

Be warned this post is EXTREMELY long!

under a cut, bc i’m not that evil.

BIRTHDAY REPLIES

melien replied to your post “Happy birthday!!!”

Aaa happy belated birthday ;_;

my-simension replied to your post “Happy birthday!!!”

Ohhh another one already!!! Happy Happy birthday , sweet one! Have a wonderful day!! ��

javapixels replied to your post “Happy birthday!!!”

Happy Birthday!

sleek-simmerr replied to your post “Happy birthday!!!”

happy birthday!

experimentalsims replied to your post “Happy birthday!!!”

Happy birthday!

karisamarie replied to your post “Happy birthday!!!”

Happy Birthday!❤��

jackssims replied to your post “Happy birthday!!!”

Happy Birthday! ��

plumboops replied to your post “Happy birthday!!!”

happy birthday!! ♥

sevenleafsimblr replied to your post “Happy birthday!!!”

happy birthday :OO

futurecarrie replied to your post “Happy birthday!!!”

Happy birthday! ^-^

Thanks you guys! I’m so happy for all these replies! <3

NDIAYE REPLIES

my-simension replied to your photoset

So cute! great work!

madisonprettyinpink replied to your photoset

This shit is adorableeee!!

simlovinggirl replied to your photoset

!!!! :D Super excited!! ♥

davidmont replied to your photoset

cuuuuuute

Thanks!! I hope you’re all excited and that I won’t dissapoint you, ahah.

tranquiltowns replied to your photo “Murasaki Ito...”

She's so cute ah!

smile-beautifuly replied to your photo “Murasaki Ito...”

All of your sims are so cute <3

Thanks, I’m actually very happy with how she turned out! :D

tranquiltowns replied to your photo “Zola Ndiaye Loner ✕ Technophobe ✕ Athletic ✕ Grumpy ✕ Easily...”

She's stunning!

They are! But most of the credit goes to @cosysimmer for their genetics! I just dressed them and changed the hair!

deletedladdersanddoors replied to your photoset

YEEYEEYEEYEE GET IT BROBRO

Y E E IM GETTING IT BRO

MEADOWS REPLIES

melien replied to your photoset “Bay: Yeah, that’s me! Bay Hamilton. I’m happy to meet you, Nathan....”

She's adorable!

pushingupplumbobs replied to your photoset “Bay: Yeah, that’s me! Bay Hamilton. I’m happy to meet you, Nathan....”

Ahh! She looks perfect in your game ��

She is really adorable! Thank you pushingupplumbobs for letting me have her! <3

davidmont replied to your photoset “Nathan: Oh by the way! Did you know that I am actually a very strong...”

I'M IN LOVE

SAME. they’re very cute together :D

deletedladdersanddoors replied to your photoset “Safiya: And that’s how you win Mario Kart! Evan: Ah! Another red...”

I'm adopting safiya as my grandma too late u can't stop me the papers are signed

you have to take good care of her then, please.

madisonprettyinpink replied to your photoset “Lucie: You just want me to change your haircolour? You’re sure that...”

Savageeeee����

aren’t we all thinking it?  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

my-simension replied to your photoset “ffs nate”

hahaha

blurrypxls replied to your photoset “ffs nate”

Me with life

lmao same

hollywood3015 replied to your photoset

So cute

he is >u<

madisonprettyinpink replied to your photoset “The next day… Evan: Nathan steals the blankets.”

He looks so happy. What happened last night??? Lemme stop��

madeyesims replied to your photoset “Nathan: Anyways bro, we don’t have any spare beds, so we’ll have to...”

yes.... no homo........... v straight..................... ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

deletedladdersanddoors replied to your photoset “Nathan: Anyways bro, we don’t have any spare beds, so we’ll have to...”

2 bros, chillin in the same bed, a few inches apart cus they are gay!

jackssims replied to your photoset “Nathan: Anyways bro, we don’t have any spare beds, so we’ll have to...”

"No homo" ��

vkthesims4 replied to your photoset “Nathan: Anyways bro, we don’t have any spare beds, so we’ll have to...”

" no homo"

ARE YOU GUYS GONNA BE ANGRY WITH ME IF I TELL YOU THAT THEY AREN’T GONNA BE TOGETHER? IM SORRY NO ACTUAL HOMO WITH THESE BROS

my-simension replied to your photoset “Nathan: How am I losing?! Evan: I don’t know what I’m doing, but it...”

So nice to see your colorful pics! :D

Thank you!!! The mmbc sure gets a bit boring with the colours, ahah!

deletedladdersanddoors replied to your photoset “Nathan: How am I losing?! Evan: I don’t know what I’m doing, but it...”

Me constantly

hashtag relatable

deletedladdersanddoors replied to your photoset “Nathan: Oh, there you are! Hi! ???: Hey, Nathan!”

Whowhowhowho

deletedladdersanddoors replied to your photoset “Nathan: You’re Evan, right? Evan Foster! Evan: Yeah! And you’re the...”

Presh boi

i’ll let you answer your own question. Evan is a presh boyo

davidmont replied to your photoset “Juliette has taken up sculpting!”

oh god that's impressive+

let’s see if we can master this skill too?

madeyesims replied to your photoset “The sun rises over Twinbrook (and a new Meadows queue)”

YAAAAAAASSSSSS

amespixels replied to your photoset “The sun rises over Twinbrook (and a new Meadows queue)”

Yay!!! Was just thinking about this save earlier =)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA i’m so happy that you guys are excited for my meadows queues!

BLUSH REPLIES

my-simension replied to your photo “BMMBC Maybe Babies - Chalina Calaca - berriesandbrownsugar Edwin and...”

Cute! :)

madisonprettyinpink replied to your photo “BMMBC Maybe Babies - Chalina Calaca - berriesandbrownsugar Edwin and...”

Their adorableeeee

Looks like their mom, Chalina! :D

sevenleafsimblr replied to your photoset “Viridian: Oh Em. You have been hurt so much. Viridian: Instead of...”

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1. would be lovely if these emojis actually showed up on my computer 2. they’re crying emojis for anyone who also can’t see them. 3. same.

cosysimmer replied to your photoset “Neptune: Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robot Guess what? I’m not a...”

YASSSS MARINA, great choice my dudes

jackssims replied to your photoset “Neptune and Emerald: Guess what? I am not a robot Guess what? I am not...”

Is this Marina? Because I love Marina

i love marina!!! you can probably expect more of her songs, if i do more karaoke.

bountifulberries replied to your photoset “Neptune: Up for a little karaoke? You pick a song!”

Aw he would so do this

bountifulberries replied to your photoset “Neptune: Welcome to the alien family! Shaka brah!”

AWWWW

neptune is a sweetheart <3

littlemissylissamel replied to your photoset “Chalina: Oh? This isn’t the happy ending I had hoped for, but… *gasp*...”

Aahhh my poor sweet child....At least she's happy...I'm sad and my heart is also Warmed

She’s okay now! At least she get to experience the afterlife that she is so interested in, even if that means that she isn’t in the mmbc anymore. (i am also Sad to see her go)

berrycutesims replied to your photo

really

really. uh, idk what you mean, but really really.

sevenleafsimblr replied to your photoset “Chalina: Oh? This isn’t the happy ending I had hoped for, but… *gasp*...”

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1. even more intense crying emojis now 2. me too pal

cosysimmer replied to your post “Episode 9 - Hop, Stab, and Jump - End Notes”

Rosalie why ;A;

yikes, she needs to stop arguing with people

madisonprettyinpink replied to your photoset “???: Ah! Help me, somebody please— *thud* ???: Oh that’s a lot of...”

Hell yesss

questionable thing to say hell yes to, but i’ll take it.

cosysimmer replied to your photoset “*Tap starts running*  *humming* *door opens* ???: Hm? Oh, it’s just...”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

TIME 4 DEATH

my-simension replied to your photoset “Halcyon: OH SHIT”

xD

my-simension replied to your photoset “First to fall off: Lavender! Lavender: Oh- ouch!”

lol

this is the best challenge i have done so far. it’s amazing material for pictures.

madisonprettyinpink replied to your photoset “The last four! Bay, Rosalie, Felicity and Jeremy!”

Yesssss

madisonprettyinpink replied to your photoset “Rosalie: *highpitched screech*”

I know y'all see felicity����

do we have a felicity fan??

madisonprettyinpink replied to your photoset “Viridian: Today’s challenge is simple and, hopefully, fun! There’s a...”

Just noticed this on my dash��

hello from your dash, lmao

bountifulberries replied to your photoset “Chalina: AAAAAAAAAH?! I’M FALLING TO MY DEATH!”

I like that we can see Neptune mid-Tumble in the background

there he goes

bountifulberries replied to your photoset “Neptune: Oh no, I’m not going down on the hard ground, im not going,...”

NOW IM LYIN ON THE COLD HARD GROUND

*GOAT SCREAM*

amespixels replied to your photoset “Halcyon: OH SHIT”

These all look so dramatic xD I love it!

bountifulberries replied to your photoset “Viridian: Today’s challenge is simple and, hopefully, fun! There’s a...”

I like it I like it

i recommend this challenge to everyone, please do it, it’s so fun and dramatic and simple

bountifulberries replied to your photoset “it’s them boys”

This is amazing I hope they do start a boy band

Them Boys, with their first album “Help Us We’re Stuck In A MMBC”

experimentalsims replied to your photoset “Lavender: I just saw Melanite eat something from the ground! Rosalie:...”

Lol. gossip

the gossip goes around when you’re living this close together i guess

bountifulberries replied to your photoset “Jeremy: Viridian? I, uh… have something, or rather someone to show...”

BUT WHAT IF JEREMY DIES. PHOEBE WILL HAVE NO DAD

STOP THE KILLING FOR PHOEBES SAKE

jackssims replied to your photoset “Jeremy: Don’t worry Phoebe. You were born in the middle of a horrible...”

I'm pretty sure this is the first MMBC Baby (at least that I know of). New Grounds

Phoebe Ronchi, First MMBC Baby Ever... Maybe

sevenleafsimblr replied to your photoset “Lavender and Bailey both witnessed the birth, and aren’t quite sure...”

anyway i might have missed the whole birth until i get screenshots but congratulations jeremy :')

congrats jeremy!

jackssims replied to your photoset “Lavender and Bailey both witnessed the birth, and aren’t quite sure...”

I don't think Jeremy was expecting it either tbh

were anyone expecting this? i wasn’t

sevenleafsimblr replied to your photoset “Lavender and Bailey both witnessed the birth, and aren’t quite sure...”

whys so much of this queue marked as sensitive jfc

tumblr hates me and probably also bc of the amount of words relating to death

jackssims replied to your photoset “Jeremy: Wha- Argh!”

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simsandthensome replied to your photoset “Jeremy: Wha- Argh!”

FINALLY :D

sevenleafsimblr replied to your photoset “Jeremy: Wha- Argh!”

OOOOOOOHHHHHHH

1. that’s supposed to be eye emojis 2. BABY

blurrypxls replied to your photoset “Viridian: Here’s the poll results. Um, it’s best if you just see it...”

Someone really has it in for her

blurrypxls replied to your photoset “Viridian: Here’s the poll results. Um, it’s best if you just see it...”

What the fuck Felicity

blurrypxls replied to your photoset “Emerald: Come on, Felicity! You got 16 votes in the last poll? At...”

Feli nooo

it’s going downhill for Felicity, sadly :/

jackssims replied to your photoset “Meanwhile, in the other bedroom… Jeremy: What is happening to me..?”

He Bigg

thicc

davidmont replied to your photoset “Episode 7 - Tempt Fate”

yeeee my favorite is still there!!

not if your favourite is Raven... :(

MISC. REPLIES

sevenleafsimblr replied to your post “Simblr either or: 1-9??”

gdi this contains both the numbers i sent

oops

futurecarrie replied to your post “nobody cares but....” I felt lukewarm about Kazuichi tbh, but I can see where the love comes from

jackssims replied to your post “nobody cares but....”

I love Kazuichi too tf`

i am BURNING HOT for kazuichi, so yeah i had to freak out for a bit. also hi fellow kazuichi lover, we are too few.

smile-beautifuly replied to your photo

I've noticed that anything that has the word dead in it gets tagged

smile-beautifuly replied to your photo

Or flagged I guess

experimentalsims replied to your photo

I think when you use certain words it triggers safemode like murder kill death shooting. It was happening to me on almost every single draft so I changed my words. I haven't figured out what else triggers it.

yeah, that’s probably it, but idk how to get around using words like that for a mmbc. unless i need to start saying that chalina got stabby-stabbied and raven got CRONCHED. yeah let’s just stick with using the word murder.

blurrypxls replied to your post “mmbc queue”

Idk if i mentioned this in our convo the other day but for some reason safe mode doesn't work on my phone?? Which is weird because such posts don't show up on my ipad and desktop

u sneaky! >_>

sevenleafsimblr replied to your photoset

why is tumblr censoring half of an episode literally called Bright and Pure

once again, tumblr hates me.