#he talks to his dragon and then very awkwardly handles social interactions

[pleasejustletpercyrest]

Leo, after the first interaction he’s had with Frank where he actually laughed at his jokes and didn’t get mad once: omg I got a good grade in friends

Leo, leaning against Festus as he talks about it: which is both normal to want and possible to achieve

[smol-gay-werewolf]

Blue Apple

The sides can have their own dreams, even nightmares. Thomas learnt this via Virgil sitting at the end of his bed who'd just had a nightmare and Patton who'd come to explain it to Thomas- ignoring that he'd also had a bad dream. Now Roman was here too- he hadn't had a nightmare, just an annoying dream about his brother. They were all having a nice chat to distract themselves, Patton scrolling through his phone and showing dog pictures from his Instagram to them. Thomas was still a little confused about how his sides could get their own nightmares, he debated pulling Logan up to explain it but figured the logical side wouldn't appreciate the emotion talk.

Speak of the devil, Logan himself rose up slowly behind patron, coughing awkwardly. "May I join you? I seem to have received my own uhm...troublesome dream."

Patton smiled and patted the end of the bed, wanting Logan to sit down. "Awe, did Lo-lo have a nightmare?" He hugged the side, petting his head. "It's alright kiddo, everyone has a nightmare now and then."

"Don't call me that." Logan pushed Patton off of him, adjusting his glasses. "I'm not a fan of that particular nickname..." He straightened his tie and sighed. "But yes, I had a bad dream. It wasn't frightening enough to be considered a nightmare though, just a little irritating." He thought for a moment, pondering a thought that jumped into his mind- he turned to face Roman. "Hey Roman? I have a question concerning your brother."

Roman looked up from his book, rather surprised but not all too shocked. "Oh? Well what do you need to know?" He wondered if Remus had had anything to do with Logan's nightmare.

Logan nodded, a silent thanks for Roman's willingness to answer. "I know he's the 'bad' side of imagination but is there any part of Remus that's genuinely good?" He assumed he already knew the answer but part of him hoped he was wrong.

Roman blinked at him, confused by the question- he wondered if his brother had anything to do with Logan's nightmare. "Well yeah, he can be nice. He might be a dark side but he's not all bad, bad creativity is what he represents, not his entire personality. Like how I'm Thomas's ego as well as the good parts to creativity, Remus is all spontaneous thoughts, not just the intrusive ones." Roman wasn't a fan of his brother but he didn't want to lie about him, he'd had enough lies for a lifetime.

Logans eyes lit up, he tried to hide how glad he was to hear that news- it made him feel some kind of positive emotion he couldn't pin point. He looked to Patton who was hesitantly nodding. "Yeah, I'd be lying if I said he didn't help with some present ideas for Thomas's friends." He chuckled uncomfortably, side eyeing Roman slightly. "Oh can we change the subject though kiddos? I'm not up for talking about the darksi-"

"The others."

"-the others right now, alright kiddo?" Patton smiled at Virgil and ruffled his hair- causing the purple haired side to chuckle. The other sides nodded and began to talk about other things- Roman brought up the topic of dragons so they kept on that for a while.

It didn't take long for them to all fall asleep, curled up on Thomas's bed. But Logan didn't sleep- he couldn't, thoughts danced through his head and he couldn't keep them out. Remus was a force, that was sure- Logan had seen Remus at his most treacherous but that dream- that dream was the first time he'd seen even a hint of the dark side being nice. He wasn't sure if the dream was real- obviously he knew it wasn't real but it's possible for Remus to enter the other side's dream, it was the same with Roman. He spent the entire night wondering if it was real and if it was- what reason Remus had to be so nice to him.

The next day, Logan was the only sleep deprived side in the mindspace- meaning Thomas wasn't all there, braincells running on empty. Virgil noticed that Logan was tired and sat with him for a bit, not asking any questions but just making sure he didn't faceplant into the table. Patton noticed at around lunchtime and fixed Logan a double strength coffee- much to Virgil's worry. But the coffee seemed to wake Logan up completely so there wasn't much to worry about, the logic side seemed fine for the second half of the day.

Thomas didn't really notice since there wasn't much for him to do, he did need Logan's help with a few things but all that was after lunch so it was fine. Logan didn't have to do much all day so Virgil was confused as to why Logan seemed so anxious. Being the representation of anxiety, Virgil could sense when the other sides were anxious- Logan was most certainly feeling very anxious about something, Virgil wanted to know what.

He sat next to the logical side and watched him for a few moment before speaking. "What's wrong?" He sighed when Logan dismissed his question and continued to bug him, refusing to let it go. Virgil knew the logical side hated emotions so it wasn't too much of a surprise that it was an hour before Logan coincided.

The bespectacled side but his book down, refusing to look at Virgil as he stared determinedly at the wall. "I don't want to go to sleep but I have to, it's a requirement and...and I'm just a little nervous."

Virgil blinked at him, confused as to why sleep would scare Logan- nothing scares Logan. He thought back to last night- Logan had confessed to having had a nightmare, maybe he was scared of it happening again? "Is it your nightmare?"

Logan nodded. "I wouldn't call it a nightmare, it wasn't that frightening its just...the emotions and the implications of the emotions and I can't deal with emotions and especially not these emotions and I'm bad at emotions anyway and it's just really inconvenient." He sighed and massaged his temples.

Virgil sighed, shifting himself closer to the logical side. "Emotions huh? Care to tell me what happened in the dream?"

"I'm not sure that would hel-"

"Dude, trust me. I swear I won't tell the others, I just want to help you out."

"Alright then." Logan sighed. "Well first off, I think it might have been real."

"Uh huh."

"So I was in the grove, you know the one the dark sides live in? I don't know how I got there but I figure Remus had brought me there since he was waiting for me there, he told me he wanted to show me something so I followed him. He lead me to this little circle of trees so dense they blocked out the sun, in the centre there was a little blanket that he invited me to sit on with him."

Virgil narrowed his eyes, he didn't think that sounded like Remus at all. But he let Logan continue.

"Then he brought out a little tv and said he'd saved all the documentaries I couldn't watch because Patton got too attached to the animals and we had to turn it over before an animal died. So obviously I took him up in his offer to watch it together, he even summoned some food- loganberry crofters on breakfast muffins- and a nice mint tea to share. Then we watched the documentaries and he even asked me little questions during it, he seemed so interested in the animals and honestly it didn't seem real but what if it was? If it was real then what if it happens again? You know I can't handle social interaction." He sighed and faceplanted into Virgil's shoulder.

Virgil held him for a few moments, just letting him calm down. "It's alright Lo, I understand how social interactions stress you out. It is only Remus though, remember how easily you delt with him on camera? Just treat him like you did then, he'll soon leave you alone." He smiled at the logical side- tur ing his head up just as Patton walked in.

The fatherly side wasn't aware of Logan's clear inner conflict as he informed the kiddos that it was in fact time for lights out. He walked each of them to their rooms, stopping Logan before he entered his. "Logan? Kiddo? I know you didn't get any sleep last night so I just want you to promise you'll try and sleep tonight. Can you do that for me?"

Logan sighed, it seemed no one understood his core issue here. He nodded reluctantly, he knew better then to upset Patton. He sighed again at how pleased Patton was with him, going inside his room. He took his glasses off- placing them on his bedside table then going to remove his tie. He glanced up at the mirror and sighed. "Couldn't wait until I fell asleep could you?"

"What if you killed him?"

"That's not what I asked, Remus." Logan sighed, walking over and sitting on his bed next to Remus. "I'm not killing anyone, that would be ridiculous." He began to undo the buttons of his shirt, rolling his eyes at the blush on the dark side's face. "Oh grow up, if you were going to be immature then you should have just waited until I had finished changing." He took his shirt off- only for Remus to grab it.

"Is this silk? Do you use silk? I could make a little pillow out of this!" He chuckled and wrapped the shirt around his head.

Logan chuckled, slipping on his pajama shirt- a navy blue with little stars on it. He slipped off his jeans and into his fluffy pajama bottoms, an inverted version of the top. He stretches and yawns- very tired and not all too willing to have to put up with Remus again.

Remus himself was in shock, he'd never seen Logan like this before- face flushed and teary eyed with a yawn. Remus felt his own green blush rise to his face, he hid his face in his puffy sleeves. He wished that Deceit's plan would work so he could keep Logan like this- on the other hand he would enjoy hanging out with the blue side a lot more.

Logan opened the draw by his bedside table and sighed, looking at Remus. "Is there any point in me actually going to sleep? Since you're just going to snatch me away like last night."

Remus cackled. "Snatch is slang for a woman's private parts in some places! You-"

"I'm well aware of that, Remus, I clearly meant literally, if I hadn't I would have said so. Please do pay attention, Duke's are notoriously intelligent yet you appear to be the exception to the rule."

Remus clutched his chest and gasped, faking being offended. "Oh how you wound me!" He flopped down on the bed and raised his arm into the air. "I see the light! Tell my brother I hate him..." He dropped his arm and closed his eyes, sticking his tounge out to mime death.

"And scene." Logan claps his hands together once and pats Remus on the stomach with a little chuckle. "Very entertaining Remus, thank you." He leans over to tidy Remus's mustache for him, raising an eyebrow. "So what are you plans tonight? More documentaries?"

"Throw knives at me."

"What?" Logan was taken aback by this, he hadn't expected this response. He wasn't adversed to the idea- Roman had told him to try more hobbies then just reading after all. He sat up, pondering the suggestion for a moment before nodding thoughtfully. "Knife throwing? Well object impermanence renders this an innocent activity and the math and strategy make it an activity I might enjoy."

Remus felt his heart skip a beat, he couldn't imagine a better pastime then being target practice- especially for the logical side. He'd always viewed Logan as a little cold hearted and now he had the chance to see how the sharper side- pun very much intended- behaved around sharp objects. He grinned and grabbed Logan's arm. "Oh this'll be so much fun!" He closed his eyes and teleported himself and Logan to the darksides grove.

The grove was absolutely beautiful- not something you'd expect from the darksides. There was some luscious trees surrounding the grove and a gorgeous pond in the centre- containing little fish and plants. At one side there was a large basking rock that Deceit was currently asleep under- in the cave under the rock- Logan understood that the serpentine side was cold blooded and recognised the basking rock as how Deciet warmed himself.

Logan couldn't help but glance towards the little flowery hill that Virgil had told the sides that he'd lived in before he joined them- Logan himself had memories of being five and sitting there whilst Patton made him way too many flower crowns.

Remus's area was surprisingly pleasant, a green and black throne- not unlike the one in Roman's room- a corkboard hanging from the branch of a tree and a couple of pillows. Logan sat down on a pillow and summoned some throwing knives, examining them- they were pure silver, a mahogany handle and a blue wax insignia of Logan's own logo. He looked up at Remus and smiled. "Ready when you are."

Remus nodded, summoning a lovely wooden wall that stretched between two trees. He ran at it and leaped forwards- turning halfway so when the ropes appeared, he was tied to the wall facing Logan. He flushed lightly at the pressure from the ropes, beaming at the logical side with a mischievous glint in his eye. "I'm ready Lo-Lo!"

Logan nodded approvingly and stood, turning to face the Duke. "Alright Remus, remember about object impermanence ok? This won't cause any harm if I mess up, understand?" He nodded approvingly at the Duke's own eager nodding, lifting one of the knives to aim.

Logan appreciated the logic and strategy involved with this activity, he knew he would have a little something more then begginers luck. He aimed the knife just above the curve between Remus's neck and shoulder- making sure he wouldn't hit Remus himself- and tossed it forward, making sure to stop at the correct angle.

When Roman had described love to Remus, the Duke hadn't expected to get these bubbily giddy feeling around Logan of all people- but just as his brother had fallen for the anxious side, Remus felt himself fall head over heels for the logical one. His heart skipped a beat when he saw the light glint off the knife and shine off Logan's glasses- hiding his eyes from sight. His breath quickened when Logan licked his lips in concentration, preparing to thow the blade- and when it hit, Remus caught Logan's lips twitching into a smile and found himself doing the same. As soon as the dust cleared and he saw that Logan had landed the knife almost perfectly he cracked into a huge grin. "Good shot Lo-Lo!! You ALMOST got me!" He laughed in his usual demented manner.

Logan chuckled, hiding his mouth behind his hand. "I wasn't trying to actually hit you, was that what you wanted?" He wouldn't be apposed to the idea, it would cause no permanent harm and if Remus concented then they'd be no reason not to- Patton wouldn't do it even if Remus begged, Virgil wouldn't because he'd fear it a trap and Roman wouldn't because it was what Remus wanted. Logan didn't understand that kind of thinking, if the fun is mutual then why not?

Remus's eyes lit up and he nodded excitedly, he clicked his fingers and suddenly he was tied to a wheel- slowly spinning. He raised an eyebrow to the logical side- a challenge. Remus didn't need words to make a suggestion- he was intrusive thoughts for a reason.

Logan nodded, rising to the challenge. He plucked another knife from the box and aimed it- he figured it would be more of a challenge if he went for the head or at least the prize parts. So when he tossed it, it was a surprise to him that it landed straight in the crest of Remus's neck- Logan had aimed for the head. He sighed and turned his head away from Remus and counted to three, turning back to see the dark side completely fine.

Remus saw the flash of disappointment on Logan's face and felt empathy for him- he remembered losing to Roman everytime they duelled, it was the same feeling. He flashed an optimistic grin and laughed. "You got me!! And in the neck too! I bet if you practise you'll get it perfect everytime soon!"

Logan smiled lightly, nodding and grabbing another knife. He took aim, confident in his ability- he needed to remember that this was the mindspace and that normal physics didn't need to apply. He took aim and threw the blade- boom! Right between the eyes, Logan felt a confident smirk tugging at his lips. He took another five seconds to reset Remus then allowed himself a smile. "Bullseye I believe."

Remus nodded, feeling some kind of pride for the logical side. "Aw weldone Lo-Lo!! You hit the nail through the eyeball!"

"I thought id missed your eyes? And it was a knife i was throwing."

"Its a metaphor sweetcheeks."

"Ah, I think it's the nail on the head then- but that is an entertaining metaphor". Logan chuckled and picked up another knife, juggling it lazily. "How about another round? I'm sure I can get it in your stomach this time."

Remus nodded, happy and still spinning. The duo continued like this all night- not realising that Deceit had his eyes on them. The serpentine side was watching them from under his basking rock, he had been trying his hardest to get Virgil to rejoin the darksides and had been having no luck. He looked at the strangely cruel smirk on Logan's face and let a similar smirk grown on his own face. "At least I have a plan B~"

These 'dates' continued for weeks upon weeks, each one a little more creative then the rest and all perfectly appealing to Logan's sensibility. Logan's new hobby of knife throwing improved greatly over the span of the next month and a half, he was able to get it in Remus's head whilst Remus was running through the forest. Remus had surprised him yesterday by catching the knife with his teeth- although Logan couldn't deny that he found it greatly impressive he would deny the blush that coated his cheeks in that moment.

Virgil was the only side to notice Logan's obvious glow when he appeared, he seemed very happy to help Thomas out- even when his advice wasn't listened too. Logan loved to tell Virgil everything that happened so Virgil wasn't surprised when Logans glow seemed to be a little weaker as the dates had slowed down to be once a week. Although, the couple was yet to become official- it was debatable whether Logan even viewed him and Remus as more then friends.

He was oblivious like that.

[ua-momo-archive]

the halloween ball (nov. 3).

It had... taken a lot for Momo to find the courage to attend the ball. There are just so many factors involved: the memory of planning an exciting night with her now ex-boyfriend, the slightly awkward state of most of her friendships, and the fact that she’ll be attending alone... But it was ultimately her desire to portray herself as a strong individual that convinced her to finish the designs on her dress and prepare herself for the ball.

When she steps into the venue, she’s doing everything she can to maintain the fragile smile painted on her features. While sketching ideas for her dress, she had taken heavy inspiration from the season itself; her gown is a rich, satin red, the skirt cinched at her waist and gently brushing against the floor of the room as she enters it. What Momo loves most about her dress though is the leaves: she had cut each one by hand, carefully sewing them onto the top part of her dress and onto the outermost layer of her tulle skirt. They’re all different colors—shades of red, orange, and yellow—that she thought captured the changing season best. The abundance of them are sewn onto her chest area, with a significantly lesser amount on the skirt itself, in an attempt to recreate a vision of falling autumn leaves. Her hair is done in a simple, loose French braid. She had inserted a few gold pins into her hair to add some additional sparkle, and decided to keep her makeup relatively neutral—the one exception being her bright red lips.

Momo knows that it’s probably not a good idea for her to be here. It’s been a particularly dramatic week for her and she hadn’t made plans to attend with anyone—well, she had, but that was months ago, back when... She shakes the thought away, reminding herself for the millionth time that week that good things can’t happen to her unless she gives them the opportunity to. Besides, she had worked too long and too hard on her dress to just not wear it because of her social discomfort. She isn’t quite sure what to do with herself when she enters the dancehall, but she spots Shinso across the room and recalls her previous offense. Finding the courage, she approaches him. “Good evening, Shinso. You look great!”

Shinso sported Deku sitting on his phone and worked up the courage to go over to him. He didn’t want to be alone here, after all. What would have been the point in that? As he was walking over to him he was stopped by Momo and smiled at her. “Good evening, you look beautiful. It fits you nicely, and the color is beautiful. Did you come with someone?”

The painted smile almost falters on her face—almost—but she finds that she’s become pretty good at pretending. “Thank you, I made it myself,” she admits, giving him a little twirl and forcing a small giggle. She follows his gaze for a moment, seeing Midoriya sitting alone and looking awfully uncomfortable. “I’m... alone tonight. But are you meeting someone? I didn’t mean to bother you—I just wanted to quickly apologize for my behavior on the night of the festival. It was rude of me to be as hesitant and careful as I had been.” She fidgets for a moment, unsure of what else to say. “But please, don’t let me keep me if you have somewhere to be!”

“Must be nice being able to make your own clothes all the time,” Shinso said. Beats having to pay for everything. He was a bit surprised that she apologized to him, but he appreciated it nonetheless. “It’s alright. A lot of people are uneasy about me and my quirk. I’ve gotten used to it over the years. And you aren’t bothering me, I’m alone as well. I was going to see if Izuku wanted company. Care to join me?”

“It’s great practice for my quirk,” she explains, smile becoming a little more genuine at Shinso’s kind demeanor. “And your quirk is absolutely astounding! It really was unbecoming of me to be uneasy around you—I can only imagine how annoying it must be to have people judge you for something like that alone...” Momo lets herself trail off. He seems to have genuinely accepted her apology though, and she’s thankful for that—her social interactions throughout the week really haven’t been going well, so she’s happy that this one is. “And I’d love to join you, thank you! Please, lead the way.”

“I can imagine. Your quirk is very interesting. I would like to learn more about it.” Shinso’s cheeks flushed lightly when she complimented him. “Thank you. Come on.” He led her over to where Deku was sitting. “Hey, Izuku.”

Mirio looked back and forth through the filling ballroom with anxiety. His friends weren't here yet, except for Deku- which he was looking for. And he saw him, after navigating between the people, and raising a red arm (with scales!) For him to see.

"Heey!" He waved happily. "Prince Midoriya!!"

Both Mirio and Shinsou were calling out to him and Deku’s face flushes, body subconsciously sinking in his seat. He wishes, for a moment, that he could just disappear- before everything inevitably went wrong again.

Deku forces a smile out and it’s obvious that it’s that- forced. He waves awkwardly.

“Hahh...hey guys...”

Shinso still felt guilty for what had happened at the Halloween party, but was determined to make it up to Deku. He hoped that the three of them could cheer up the poor kid, even for a bit. “How are you feeling? You look great.”

Mirio could easily see how uncomfortable Deku looked...and he didn't like it. He made sure to approach him as fast as he could, and knelt on the floor with one knee to speak to him. "What happened pal? You-"

He seemed to just now notice Shinsou. He smiled at him. "Hey man."

“A-ah...I’m...you know...” Midoriya’s eyes shift to Monoma and Tetsutetsu entering the scene, and he subconsciously stiffens, sinking even lower in his chair without realizing. “...Laying low. Thanks, you look good too. U-um...you do too, Mirio. There was a lot of effort put into that costume, huh...?”

Shinso followed Deku’s eyes and he tensed slightly. Monoma was with Tetsutetsu, which would hopefully keep him occupied. It didn’t make him feel too great, but he could handle it. “Did anyone want to get food?” He asked, hoping a change of scenery would lighten Deku’s mood.

"Oh yeah. I dressed all up like this - for you!" Mirio offered Deku a bright grin. "I'm glad you went with my prince suggestion- now we match!"

Maybe talking about this would cheer him up a bit?

Deku can’t help but chuckle softly at that. “Usually matching costumes mean like, a prince and his servant...or a prince and a knight...not exactly a prince and a dragon.”

While the dramatic scene unfolds in front of them Deku tries his best not to stare, instead immediately standing up in reply to Shinsou. “Food sounds like a great idea. I’ve been really hungry since that quirk’s effect wore off...I guess not eating human food for days will do that to you.” Gently, he takes Mirio’s hand- for comfort, and reassurance that he’s still with him. He doesn’t plan on letting him wander away from him this time around.

“I can imagine. I walked past the dining room earlier and it smelled so good. Come on, before things get out of hand,” Shinso said, lowering his voice slightly at the end. He didn’t want to get caught up if Monoma and Kairi’s drama again. Tonight was going to be fun, even if it killed him. He offered his hand to Momo, not wanting her to feel left out. “Care to join us?”

Mirio had his hand taken and it filled him with joy. He heard about the plans to get food - sure enough, Deku was no longer in his vampiric state anymore - and grinned. "Oh? You think a prince and a dragon don't match?"

Out of the blue Mirio crouched and grabbed Deku behind his legs, lifting him onto his arms, bridal style. "Now you're my prisoner." Mirio grinned and pressed a kiss to Deku's temple, leaving a faint red mark.

Deku lets out a squawk when he’s picked up, face immediately flushing. His first instinct is to hide, and hide he does- feverishly burying his face in the other’s chest. “Mirio...! P...people are gonna stare!” The warm feeling of lips on his temple is not unwelcome, and Deku can’t help but simply melt into his hold after that. He was...arguably warm. And comfortable.

As always.

Momo was a little bewildered by the drama, but was thankful for Shinso’s presence. She stares at his hand for a moment and instead intertwines her arm with his. “Thank you, Shinsou-san. I would love to!”

Shinso smiled and took Momo to the dining room. He pulled out the chair for her so she could sit down and then sat beside her. “What were you all planing on getting? Everything looks so good.”

Momo feels herself blush a little when Shinso pulls out her chair for her, waiting until she takes a seat before he sits beside her. He’s such a gentleman, and it makes her feel awful for treating him rudely—however briefly—because of his quirk. “I’m not quite sure what I’d like to eat... You’re right, everything looks amazing!” She stops for a moment, taking the time to really look at him, and smiles again. “Thanks for letting me accompany you tonight—really, I’m not sure what I would have done otherwise.”

“It’s no problem. I was just waiting until I saw a familiar face. If you find some friends you want to see them don’t feel bad about going with them, alright? I wouldn’t mind at all.” He looked over the menu they had and picked out his meal. Maybe eating would ease his mind a bit.

“I was... honestly waiting for the same thing,” she admits with a little laugh. “But I really am glad that I ran into you!” Momo’s about to turn her focus onto their menu when she catches a familiar face. “Oh, Tokoyami-san!” She waves at him excitedly, gesturing for him to join their table.

Holding his just-filled plate, Tokoyami was eyeing potential empty spots when Momo caught his attention and motioned him over. He had no reason to say no--besides feeling stupid in his shoes and hat, of course--and thus complied. "Hello, Yaoyorozu-san. It's good to see you," he greeted her. "I apologize for my tardiness this evening."

Shinso smiles at Tokoyami when he sits down. He recognized him, but he didn’t know much about him “Hey, I’m Shinso. You look nice tonight. Have you found anyone else that you know?” Well, for once he was decent at small talk. Imagine that.

"Good to meet your acquaintance, Shinso-kun. I am Tokoyami," he replied taking his seat. "It is difficult to recognize friendly faces  tonight," he admitted, looking around the tables to try and identity the individuals in the room. Some were easy, others more difficult. "Your costumes look good."

"Thank you, your costume looks great as well," Shinso said as he started to eat his own food. It was nice having company now, especially after the issues from the previous event. He wasn't used to being around so many students from 1-A, but they weren't as bad as he originally thought.