#i could also draw this but its 1 am and im in bed

[katkalis-the-fanartist]

I freaking love bread

[5-htagonist]

[image id: in the center of the picture, a neutral gray tabby cat is in a relaxed loaf atop a white pillow, atop a purple pillow and bed, with one side of his body facing the camera. his face is in full view, looking up at a slight angle to the camera. his tail is curled tightly to his side.]

[candiednova]

aaa finally setting up a queue of art posts so i dont go days without posting art, wish me luck!

[overnowsfcb]

halfway out the door; fermín lópez

summary: fighting to keep a little flame alive underwater, you couldn't lose the only stable thing in your life

warnings: ANGST!!! (no good ending) mature language, mental health issues (panic attack, anxiety, emotional distress), relationship struggles, unhealthy dinamics, brief mention of smut themes. if any of these topics makes you uncomfortable, i advise against reading this story.

word count: 3,3k

note: hiii! it's me again, this time posting for my sweet boy (who is not as sweet in this story) fermín. im planning to do something with all the 1989 vault tracks x barça players. so take it as the first from the series!! also, apologies if the angst hits hard, promise to post fluff next time (its a bit of challenge for me haha) super excited about this and would love to hear your thoughts or suggestions! – venus 🫂💐🫧 p.s.: im so proud of this one tbh

He didn’t seem to have enough time for you anymore. You didn’t want to see the subtle twist, but you knew him all too well and an imperceptible change for everyone was an imposing earthquake in your world.

It was in the hours that your messages would be waiting for a response and the way he wasn’t starved to taste your lips anymore. Once, he’d find an excuse to be with you, even if only for brief minutes. He’d dash to your apartment bearing your favorite chocolate with the pretext of keeping you fed. A smile brightening and your stomach still produced the same fluttering butterflies, as the first time he kissed you underneath the moonlight at fourteen.

Back then, everything was perfect, the chill air in your faces as you ran with sand getting between your toes, you could still feel his timid hands and tender touch on your waist as you both shared a breathtaking kiss.

Your mother's words echoed - relationships don't last forever. You'd always dismissed her musings, attributing them to the bitterness stemming from your father's departure. But now, that thought held a glimmer of truth.

He was your soulmate, your solid backbone, he would hold the candles for you even if his arm grew weary, drawing strength from unimaginable places. Unseen pictures would fill his phone, capturing your candid moments, proudly setting you as his lock screen. One cherished memory stood out: a photo of you, pajama-clad, returning from a late-night ice cream run, a victorious smile on your face. You had lost a bet that day, darting to the store at 1 AM, just a street away from your building.

However, now everything appeared to be falling apart; the last picture in his gallery folder, titled 'I love, mine, mine, mine,' dated back to July, and it was already November. It contrasted the warmth of July with the chilling absence of recent affection.

Yearning for something to blame, tears seemed futile as memories replayed relentlessly, etched deep within your heart. Each sob felt like a painful reminder of the emptiness in the cold, desolate bed without him by your side. Staring at it blankly, your mind echoed the silent void, your chest tightening with every expelled breath.

Sleeping alone always felt unbearable. You reached for your phone, gazing at the lock screen displaying a snapshot of both of you in a summer pool. His outings with friends never bothered you; you accepted that he was now part of Barcelona's first team, and you weren't his priority. However, deep down, a simple goodnight message like "Sweet dreams, Pip, I love you" was all you silently longed for. Was it too much to ask from someone who claimed to love you?

The absence weighed heavily as you saw the clock strike 4 AM. This hour always induced a sense of dread, a time too late to sleep, opening the gates to wandering thoughts about life's choices. Moving to Barcelona for him might have been a hasty decision.

In Sevilla, there wasn't much to lose. Your little town overwhelmed you, especially under the weight of your living nightmare, your mother and her pursuit of perfection. That was until she married your toddler brother’s father, her focus shifted almost forgetting about your existence.

He was your escape from that suffocating environment. Initially, it felt liberating, but gradually, it became confining again. The cage expanded as you became his pillar while his name was in everyone’s mouth, especially girls who found him attractive. The weight of being his support, witnessing the attention he received, caused an internal storm. But he wouldn’t change you, right? Yet, the conflict brewed within, the tug-of-war between being the support he needed and holding onto your own identity.

You grew tired of waiting for him, tossing and turning in bed for ten minutes, before finally succumbing to sleep, cocooned in blankets to ward off the cold.

Abruptly opening your eyes, hours later, your body spasmed and your heart raced, reflecting the recent struggles with sleep these days. Observing to your side, relief washed over you; he lay there peacefully, an arm draped over your waist.

Tears welled in your eyes, a sense of loss filling your chest. Deeply in love, you realized your first waking thought was about him, albeit taking a negative turn.

What if I lose him? What if I lost the lighthouse in the middle of the sea? The uncertainty of the waters and the potential fall weighed heavily.

You wanted to get back to those times when you smiled as you landed your eyes, his body next to you, where blonde strands of messy hair framed his face and you delicately organized them while you talked and kissed every morning, staying in bed like an old married couple, feeling each other's warmth, laughter used to fill the air as he playfully booped your nose.

The weight of invisible hands squeezed your chest, making each breath a desperate gasp for air.

You didn't want to feel this anxiety; your breath became erratic. Rushing to the terrace, you breathed as if your mind forewarned a trailer of what has to be.

Struggling to regain control, your hands tightened on the cold railing, a reminder of the grounding reality you struggled to grasp.

Peering down, the height induced paralysis, intensifying your vertigo. "y/n, estás bien?" (are you okay?) His concerned voice, muffled and distant, struggled to penetrate the thick fog of panic, fear rooted you in place, afraid the floor would fall through if you made a step.

"Amor, háblame." (darling, talk to me) He approached, unsure. This panic attack was the first in years. His hand on your shoulder offered reassurance like an anchor, and you emerged from the state, meeting his gaze with your tear-stained eyes; he was still your gentleman. He was still yours.

And you needed to repeat it to stave off madness.

"Abrázame," (hug me) you whispered in a fragile plea. His arms enveloped you, he was the refuge that you needed; his familiar scent eased your breathing.

His head on yours, he sought to share his heartbeat, attempting to quell the sudden anxiety and the questions that haunted your mind. His furrowed brows hinted at his confusion, but conversation could wait. For now, it was about you. The one who never failed him; he couldn't fail you now.

When your body distended completely, he gently guided you back to bed. You clung to him, as if he could run away at any moment.

You walked to your side of the bed and he tucked you in like no one ever did before, leaving a sweet kiss on your forehead, an attempt to dissipate the negativity.

“What time is it?” you inquired, looking up at him.

“Six a.m., sleep. ok?” He stroked your head, and your eyes closed under the weight of fatigue. “I love you so much.”

Days passed after the incident. He chose not to ask more about the reason behind your anxiety, he decided to act as if everything was fine.

This didn't imply he lacked concern for you, but it certainly felt that way. His demeanor towards you was still unchanged.

Feelings unaddressed hung in the air, manifesting in the cold kisses and the superficial small talk that never deepened. But, in front of everyone, you maintained the façade, accepting compliments from everyone about your seemingly perfect relationship. Only if they knew the underlying truth…

Yet, you personally sensed his gradual withdrawal, a palpable feeling of him slipping through your fingers. The strain became evident as you found yourself having to repeat things that were important to you at least three times, only for him to continually forget. Or the lackluster pecks he gave you, making you feel pathetic.

Although feeling unwanted, you weren't a resentful person, so you would religiously sit in the stands at every game and witness how he gained fan's hearts with outstanding performances on the pitch, earning the title of man of one of the champions league matches and you loved how the stadium echoed his name as he made an incredible goal.

You found joy in his happiness, doing his thing with the team of his dreams. In that moment, your mind transported into a different time – those moments when you stood by his side, offering comfort during his moments of self-doubt, back when he believed his dreams would forever be just that – dreams.

His satisfaction meant the world to you. Meeting him as he emerged from the dressing room, already showered, you couldn't help but admire how his wet hair framed his face.

A big smile adorned his face as he approached you. Opening your arms, your bodies collided as he effortlessly lifted you spinning around, creating a whirlwind of laughter that filled the air.

Once he gently set you down, you couldn't contain your pride. Cupping his cheeks, you locked eyes with him. The sense of accomplishment and joy was overwhelming. Your lips met his in a deep, meaningful kiss – one that hadn't been shared in weeks, but in that moment, it felt like the perfect reunion.

You believed this moment marked a fresh start, a much-needed rejuvenation to propel you forward. That optimistic outlook, however, disintegrated after he bid you farewell at your apartment, scrolling through TikTok on your couch, a video of his post-match interview caught your eye, and an involuntary smile crept onto your face.

His voice echoed through the video, captivating in its beauty. The interviewer's final question lingered in the air, "Who are you going to celebrate this with?" Anticipating a mention of teammates, family, and you, you were bewildered as the final words left his mouth – your name conspicuously absent.

And in that instant, the realization struck: he hadn't kept his promise to do a heart gesture to include you in his celebration either. But you decided to let it slide; perhaps it was the adrenaline coursing through his veins that caused him to forget, and you were willing to overlook it.

You turned on the TV to avoid your thoughts. He no longer watched movies with you, and lately, the time you spent together felt like his phone held more allure than anything you did to catch his attention.

Without even mentioning that he wasn't fucking you lately, offering excuses of exhaustion from training or unexpectedly halting any progress when things got heated and leaving your folds wet.

But still, your mouth stayed shut, justifying every action. What you didn't know is that only one drop was missing in the glass before it overflowed – the last straw.

And eventually, the bomb exploded in the least suitable scenario. You stood by his side, his arm around your waist, desperately wanting to take his hand out and shout your feelings in front of everyone.

You didn't want to be there; you longed to be at home with your fluffy cat, who offered more comfort than Fermín did in these past months.

He was so smooth about it, engrossed in the conversation with his friends, seemingly oblivious to your distress. You whispered in his ear that you needed to get home, you weren’t feeling at your best, the strobe lights blinding you, the music pulsating louder than your heartbeat. It felt like water was reaching your nose, and you feared you'd stop breathing any moment.

Yet, you stayed, like a naive girl striving to make everything perfect for her lovely gentleman. But was still that gentleman who put you above all else?

The voices and laughter from his friends overwhelmed you. While you genuinely liked them and had never encountered an issue before, this night seemed a challenge you couldn't survive.

Your gaze darted around, hoping for a savior amid the sea of faces. But there was no one.

The air seemed to get thinner, and your chest constricted, as if locked in a slowly tight embrace. The blue dress discomforting your skin, felt like an additional layer of confinement, fantasizing to shed not only the fabric but also the skin beneath.

It was as if transparent walls were materializing around you, and this was the moment to escape a place to which you didn't belong, feeling like a misplaced puzzle piece, you watched him again with pleading eyes, silently urging him to notice you.

“Fer, really, I need to go home.” You whispered, careful not to let his friends overhear. He scanned your gestures, it took him a few seconds to realize that something about you was off. You wish he had seen it earlier.

Everything he did was later than you needed it, when he did the things, you have already fixed yourself into the uncomfortable.

“Okay, let's go.” He nodded and he finally took out his hand off your waist, allowing a momentary exhale. Greetings were exchanged with his friends and you reciprocated, not wanting to show an impolite image.

Almost running, your feet propelled you outside of the disco, pushing people out of your way, without waiting for Fermín.

The doors swung shut behind you, plunging the abrupt silence upon your ears. Relief washed over you.

Closing your eyes, you took deep breaths. You needed to hold yourself like the grown woman you were and not cry. As the doors swung open and closed again, you turned to find Fermín, a frown etched across his face.

“Why didn't you wait for me?” his voice held a trace of anger, making you shiver. Realizing the street wasn't the place for such a conversation, you began walking towards the car, your feet aching from the high heels worn that night.

He hurried to catch up, the tension palpable. When the car alarm reached your ears, signaling it was unlocked, you opened the door and entered as quickly as you could.

Sitting there, attempting to adjust to sudden silence, you sensed his presence beside you.

Leaning back into the headrest, you brought your hands on your face.

He started talking again. “What's going on you?” you hesitated to face him, reluctant to confront those expressive brown eyes you memorized like the back of your hand.

As he insisted again to hear a response, anger got to your head. Without warning, you exploded, all the carefully restrained words meant to preserve your relationship pouring into a torrent.

“I'm just so damn exhausted! I feel like I'm invisible. I ache to be seen, to matter in your eyes again. I’ve been here, baring my soul, and it feels like you're a million miles away.” Your scream echoed, tears smudging your makeup. You saw the weight of his actions settling on him as his eyes reflected comprehension. A sob escaped your lips, he stood frozen. “I'm just asking you to hear me, to truly see me, and realize that I'm shattering inside because I've already fought too much alone for the person who I thought I would marry.”

He shook his head, a boy who had always the right words now seemed that they left their mind, leaving him defenseless. A hesitant pause filled the car.

Lips parted, but the sentences seemed to dissipate before finding form. It was as if they were navigating a maze of thoughts, searching for the right words to offer comfort or understanding, yet coming up empty-handed.

You got tired of waiting, you've been doing it for such a long time, you almost felt old. But if he just opened his mouth, you knew you would forgive him. “Let's go home.” You whispered, disappointed about a man who you were calling the love of your life.

He gripped the steering wheel and hit the road. Memories flooded back of the anecdotes shared in that white car, now slipping through your fingers like ash.

You pondered the absence of rain, almost expecting the heavens to open up. Wasn't it obligatory for the sky to weep when something magical began succumbing to rationalism?

When you arrived at the house, he finally was able to speak. “I'm so sorry for everything that I caused you.” He didn't know if physical contact would be well received from you. So he gripped even more the steering wheel, needing to make something with his hands, getting out the tension.

“What happened to us, Fer?” your heart-wrenching question hitting him. You were already talking in past tense.

There wasn't an exit for this situation, and he knew that. He wished he could build a time travel machine and make everything alright, fix the first mistake that led to this big snow ball that was making an avalanche. “I-I don't know.”

“I think I'm coming back to Sevilla.” you confessed, stepping out of the car. Your headache due to the tears that you've been letting out and your eyes were puffy.

As you stood outside the car, the quiet suburban street provided a bleak contrast to the storm raging within your emotions.

Fermín, still gripping the steering wheel, searched for words that could somehow mend the gashes that had formed between you two. The realization of the inevitable distance settled on him like a heavy cloak.

“I never meant for it to come to this,” he finally uttered, voice heavy with remorse. “I let things slip away, and I can't forgive myself for that.”

You, caught between the pain and the need for resolution, gazed at him with a mixture of sorrow and longing. The familiar surroundings of the neighborhood seemed to transform into a backdrop for the end of something significant. You already knew you were never coming back here.

In the distance, a streetlamp flickered, casting intermittent shadows on the pavement. You took a deep breath, the chill in the air stinging your lungs, and said, “Sometimes, we have to go back to move forward.”

His eyes, filled with regret, met yours. “Is there anything I can do to make things right?”

But the answer remained unsaid, it wouldn't be fair to give him instructions and keep rowing and carrying him while he was just there. Wounds were already too deep and your energy was drained.

You turned away, the distance between Sevilla and this quiet street growing smaller in comparison to the emotional gap that now separated you two.

The door creaked shut, marking the end of a chapter that perhaps, in the unfathomable depths of your heart you didn't want to admit that you anticipated it.

In the solitude of your apartment, surrounded by echoes of shared laughter and the ghost of a love that once flourished, you confronted the daunting task of rebuilding your world. The faint glow from the streetlamp outside cast a melancholic light on the remnants of what was.

Fermín, still parked, felt the shared years withering in the blink of an eye, something you had been discerning for a torturing amount of time. The engine hummed softly, an averse companion to the lingering regret in the air. As he drove away, the distance between your hearts seemed insurmountable.

You watched as Blaugrana, your Calico fluffy cat, approached you unawarely of everything surrounding her, you sat on the wooden floor with her purring next to you. The sparkle of her collar made you remember how your life was bound to be lived with Fermín forever, in that collar your initials were carved. You didn't want to fall back to this cruel reality.

You even commanded yourself to religion to save your relationship, months before. Night after night, you poured the essence of your yearning into prayers addressed to Aphrodite, beseeching her to weave the threads of love and passion back into your relationship, to restore its former glory. Each whispered plea carried the weight of your sincere desire, a desperate hope that the goddess of love might heed your call and guide your connection to the blissful days of yore.

But even that didn't work. And you realized the hug of what you thought would be a fresh start unraveled into the deceptive clarity of terminal lucidity. Now you would hear the eternal melancholic tone of the complete loss of vital signs. Forever.

[workedupovernothing]

i think an interesting part about posting fanart is you really learn where the community for something is and in retrospect it was stupid to not realise that of course the critters were all on tumblr so i come with an offering of a jester

-ramblings under cut-

i could probably and should probably take a better photo but 1. its 2 am i cant sleep and honestly its been a while since ive routinely posted art and i kind of dont know how to make it look nice outside of just. the drawing. ive been having fun with trradtional art its helped a lot with the fact i just kind of started hating my art? traditional art is very sensory and its good sensory to me. alcohol markers have a smell and a sound and are very fun to play with. im aware the piece is messy but also it was SO MUCH fun to doodle and i think it leaves a really colourful and sweet impression

i want to do some less samey but well done portraits particularly of mollymauk because i need some of my own art as a pfp on stuff like instagram and molly is my faveourite and i draw him a lot but i wasnt really proud of the face of the first full proper-y portrait i did also i want to study some other artists particularly what makes their posts look good on a grid because it is also a visual thing i suppose, i dont care about *clicks* i care about having people that care about my art and enjoy it and at least seein smthn nice it always makes my day to see nice tags and comments and stuff anyway idk what im on about i should stop and also go to bed hopefully ill sleep well haha there was a spider on my wall and i think hes lost under my junk piles now but he was kinda a bad climber

[sansxreaderbraindump]

"Stored Away" (a story idea)

Plot idea Sans au x reader One day when you were cleaning out your old drawer, you found your 2016 old fanart and fanfiction of you and sans being lovey dovely. you made this way back in middle school before you fell out of the fandom, man you were obsessed with this character and that alone made you cringed. You laughed as you made fun of yourself inside your own mind, going through the drawings and writing. Cringing at every word mistake and not very detailed parts like first meeting then straight towards dating? Kid [name] really wanted to go to the part they wanted. "Thank god, nobody had to see this dumpster fire."

Even though you hated your own old writing and drawings, you were charmed by it. It gave the embarrassing feeling yes, but also made you feel nostalgic.. So you grabbed a Black shoe box and threw in the "sansxreader" trash and stored it away inside your closet. Hoping to god that nobody can ever find it and be lost in time forever. After you finished cleaning out your old dresser, you cleaned yourself up and went to bed, But before you could even settled into bed you heard voices and groans from your closet. * well this isn't how I wanted to come out? * WHO DA F*CK ARE YOU PEOPLE!? WHY THE HELL AM I IN A CLOSET!? OW- BASTERD YOU JUST ELBOWED INTO MY F*CKING RIBS!! * NOW NOW NO NEED FOR CURSING, AS UNORTUNATE THIS SITUATION IS. I, THE MAGNIFENET SANS WILL BREAK OUT OF THIS IMPRESSIVE TRAP NO MATTER WHAT! MEHEHEHEHEH!! * NOW STEP BACK ME'S IM GOING TO FREE US!! * ok. Then BAM! Three sanses just broke out of your closet and in a instant they looked at you. * oh hey look its a human. "WHAT THE FUC-" (end) this very cool idea I agree 😎 also i thought of in the future chapters of this story idea if it becomes a fanfic, i would add in 2 sanses to the mix so you have 5 sanses to make sure you are loved 💪💪♥ Guess that snas's 2 Hints (very obvious) 1: "bro just don't be hungry *dies*" 2. "womp womp womp made ya kill ur own bro :/" did you guess it? YIP YIP HOOARY YOU GUESS IT RIGHT (because it very obvious) ITS HORROR AND DUST!!! :DDD had to put them in because they are my bad boy crushes 🥰 so uh if you reached to the end just want you to know I'm gonna make headcanons of this story ideas so stay around if ya want. (plz)

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

The Shadow Falcon | Hidden Depths

ik it’s only been a hour but i need a part two to the shadow falcon, cause im so invested ??!!!? also remus has got to explain why he was like yes beating him almost to death is what you do when you see your long lost brother for the first time in eight years – anon

Read on Ao3 Part 1

Warnings: descriptions of past presumed character death

Pairings: intrulogical

Word Count: 3713

The next time Roman wakes up, he's still sore, but mobile. He's just about to try and set his feet on the floor when the door swings open and in walks—yeah, no, he's still not quite wrapped his head around the fact that Logan Hoskins is a.) holding him prisoner, b.) not currently torturing him right now.

"None of that, now," the man in question tuts like a disapproving parent catching a sick child trying to get up, "you're nowhere near ready to do anything more than simple movements."

"Most would consider being able to get out of bed simple."

Logan just gives him a scolding look and crosses the room, setting his hands on his hips until Roman slinks back under the covers and props himself against the pillows. He rolls his eyes—still with that fond exasperation Roman can't quite figure out—and draws over a nearby chair, taking a seat next to the bed. "I'd ask if you needed anything, I'm fairly certain I know the answer. Some food is on its way."

"How generous of you."

He arches an eyebrow. "I am, in fact, being quite generous."

"I didn't say you weren't."

"I'd like to think there's enough mutual respect between us that you won't insult my intelligence by implying I don't understand inflections and tones of voice, thank you."

"Whatever you say."

And yet, Logan doesn't do anything more than lightly swat his less injured shoulder before leaning back and crossing one leg over the other. He tilts his head to the side and, try as he might, Roman can't suppress the small shudder that goes through him at the thought of being under that gaze, already injured. Judging by the way Logan's mouth quirks up just a bit, he may as well have shouted it for the world to hear.

"Remus really did a number on you, didn't he?"

Roman just shrugs. "I did say I didn't blame him."

"Why?"

"I'm pretty sure I said this too—"

"Yes, you feel responsible for his supposed death, and you'd take any sort of pain he inflicts on you as punishment in an attempt to alleviate your own guilt, I'm well aware—"

Wow. Okay. Didn't expect to be in the shrink's office this morning. Also, since when the hell did Logan Hoskins know enough about either of them to—?

Ah. Right. Remus works for him. Might have conveniently forgotten that little part. Does that send a new wave of fear and uncertainty through Roman's body? Perhaps.

"—but that doesn't explain everything."

He snaps himself back to the present. "Are you expecting me to explain everything to you now, then?"

Logan smiles. "See? Despite what you believe, you are capable of being reasonable."

"Didn't take this as your preferred venue for conversation, is all."

"I do mourn the days where one could have a nice cup of tea and a civilized interrogation, but we must adapt to our times. So…" And here he gestures for Roman to speak.

Roman takes a deep breath—or as deep as he can with his cracked rib—and lets it out slowly. "I'd tell you I wasn't expecting to see Remus at the Shadow Falcon, but I think you'd also take that as insult to your intelligence."

The corner of Logan's mouth quirks up again.

"I was on an unrelated mission. Seeing Remus again was…rattling. I wasn't prepared for the emotional consequences." He huffs. "And I also wasn't prepared for you, but—"

"That's not exactly uncommon."

"Rude."

"But accurate," Logan says lightly, "and you're dodging the question."

"What exactly do you want me to say? You already seem to know why I let Remus beat me up, what else do you want to know about it?"

"Why didn't you look for him?"

Roman scoffs and pays truly no attention to the protest of his ribs. "Now who's not operating at the same level of mutual respect?"

Logan tilts his head. "Your brother, your dear, departed brother, vanished in front of you and you didn't so much as look for him, I'm not sure—"

"Did he tell you that?" Roman shakes his head. "It's not true. I don't know what he's told you, but—"

"Careful, now," and just that, just that slightly icy tone has Roman right back in that room, hanging by his wrists, "let's not make this any more uncivilized."

"I'm telling you the truth. I don't know what he's told you—but I can probably guess, based on how you're treating me and how you treat him—"

"What would you know about how I treat him?"

Roman levels him with a glare. "I'd like for you not to insult my intelligence either."

There's a pause. The fans hidden in the ceiling momentarily kick on again. Logan taps his fingers on his knee until he sighs, uncrossing his legs and standing.

"Food will arrive momentarily. Do try and eat it, you'll need to regain your strength."

"Hey," Roman calls as he turns to go, "you haven't explained what you want from me yet."

Logan pauses, glancing over his shoulder with a hand on the doorknob. He smirks again. "What sort of interrogation would this be if I let you know precisely what I wanted?"

"The kind where the likelihood of you getting it increases because I'm not exactly in a position to do much of anything about it right now."

"Keep telling yourself that, little hero." Logan winks and disappears through the door.

Roman sighs, slumping back into the pillows. So. Still a hostage, still don't know what the hell is going on, still trying to figure out how to deal with the fact that Remus is alive.

Holy fuck, Remus is alive.

He forces himself to take deep, slow breaths, trying to keep the machines from going haywire and summoning who-knows-what back to his room to figure out what's going on. He'd done a pretty good job—okay, maybe a halfway decent job—at keeping his cool in front of Logan, he'll be damned if he fucks that up now.

He stares at the wall as he calms himself down, trying to figure out what to do next. HQ would know, no doubt, that he's missing by now, but he's not going to delude himself into thinking any of his trackers are still on him or even remotely near him.

So now he has to play the hostage game.

Great.

***

"Is he awake?"

Logan chuckles as he closes the door, coming to sit next to Remus at the breakfast bar, taking a cup of coffee with him. "Awake, back to his normal quip-throwing self, yes."

"Good."

Logan eases himself onto the bar stool, sipping from the mug as he glances at Remus. He's sitting hunched forward, one hand tapping restlessly on the counter, the other fiddling with the nails on his thumb and index finger as he stares a hole into the stove top.

"You really did do a number on him," he says softly, trying to cross the distance between them.

"I know."

"Not that I don't understand why you did it, but was such a harsh treatment really necessary?"

"I had to be sure."

Logan huffs a laugh into his coffee. "Do his ribs break a certain way that only his brother would know? Are his bruises only formed in a pattern you can recognize?"

"Only Roman would be a big enough fucking idiot to let me beat the shit out of him and then be upset because he can't hug me when I'm done."

Just like that, the humor leaves the room as Logan places a comforting hand on Remus's shoulder. He lets out a shuddering breath and his eyes flutter closed, head tipping forward. After a moment, Logan's hand shifts to card gently through the hair at the nape of his neck. Remus's hand trembles slightly.

"Did you ask him?"

"I did."

"What did he say?"

"He asked me now who wasn't operating at the same level of mutual respect."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"I don't know, dear."

"Can we find out?"

"I have people on it. We'll figure it out." Logan shifts to scratching lightly at his scalp. "You know, you could try asking him yourself. He's not seen you in a long time—"

"I know he hasn't seen me in a long time, that's the whole fucking point." Remus pulls himself away and paces up and down the length of the bar, twisting his fingers together. "I'm not fucking ready for him to just stare at me like the answer's fucking obvious when he just abandoned me to—"

"Shh, shh, darling, you'll work yourself up." Logan takes Remus's hands in his and gives them a squeeze, looping them around his neck. "I'm not saying you have to like what he says, or even that it'll be the truth."

"So what are you saying?"

"I'm saying that Roman loves you enough to nearly dislocate his wrist trying to give you a cuddle after you cracked his ribs, perhaps he loves you enough to be honest with you too."

Remus looks at him for another long moment, before he sighs, tears hanging heavily behind his eyes. "I don't know if I can do this."

"You can," Logan coaxes, giving his hands another squeeze, "I know you can."

"What if it goes wrong?"

"Then we'll just kill him." Remus's head jerks up so quickly for a moment Logan frets he's hurt his neck, so still he may as well be a statue, and he chuckles. "I'm only teasing, dear."

"Don't fucking do that."

"I know, I know, that was in poor taste, I'm sorry." He cups Remus's cheeks and kisses his forehead. "I didn't mean it, you know I'd never have your brother killed. We'll just rough him up a little and throw him back to the kennels."

"He's stubborn."

"Believe me, I'm aware. That's a trait that runs in the family."

"He'll…he might not want to go back—I—it's just—"

Logan frowns when Remus keeps stumbling over his words. "It's alright, dear, say what it is you want to."

"I don't want to lose him again," comes the whisper, "and I don't know how to keep that from happening."

"That's what we're trying to do, isn't it?"

"But Roman never chooses this." He gestures around at the room, between them, at the little pin with Logan's calling card affixed to his lapel. "He's so fucking noble."

"Everyone has a weak point—I think it's been well established by now that you are our dear little hero's."

"That didn't stop him from abandoning me last time."

Logan sighs, stepping closer to pull Remus's face into the crook of his neck. He runs his fingers through his hair, the other smoothing up and down his back. Remus's hands curl hesitantly into the fabric at his sides. He hums an encouragement. Remus inches forward until their chests are flush together, breaths still stuttering just a little.

"You won't be alone," he whispers into Remus's ear, "never again, my dear. I'm right here, I won't leave you."

"You better promise."

"I promise, Remus." He pulls back just enough to kiss the tip of Remus's nose, now suspiciously red, and rest their foreheads together. "You're bound to me just as I am to you. Nothing short of death will change that."

"Then you'd better not fucking die either."

"That's what I have you for."

Remus laughs at the familiar joke, relaxing a little into Logan's hold. They stand there like that for a while, the soft music coming from the radio filtering the worst of the city's background noise. For a moment, they could be any other couple enjoying a quiet morning together, swaying in the kitchen, until Logan's phone buzzes and he regretfully pulls away.

"I have to go," he murmurs, "but I won't be gone long."

"Will you be there, when I talk to him?"

"Of course, my dear."

***

"Ro?"

"Re?" Roman's head lifts slowly off the pillow, eyes widening as he sees Remus sitting on a chair next to the bed. "Remus!"

"Hey, Roro. You doing okay?"

"Little bumped and bruised, but yeah, I'm okay."

Remus snorts. "Okay, your gift for fucking understatement clearly hasn't gone anywhere."

"Yeah, well."

"That's not a fucking answer!" Roman just shrugs, grinning up at him until he shakes his head. "You're a bigger disaster than I thought."

Still, nothing quite hides the way their hands stutter for a moment as Remus pulls his from under the covers, tucking it under his chin again. He can feel Remus's pulse against the back of his hand, can feel the way his fingers are still callused, still worn, still alive. He lets out a shaky breath and Remus gives his hand a little squeeze.

"Aren't you two sweet?"

Roman jerks his head around as Logan comes in, taking a seat on the other side of the bed. He sets a glass of water on the nightstand and ruffles his hair. Remus huffs.

"Yeah, he's not really good at turning off the whole villain-jump-scare thing."

"I've noticed."

"Hush, the both of you." Still, he offers Roman a small wink before sitting back in the chair, seemingly content to let Remus…do whatever.

Ah.

Wait a moment.

"Is this…the rest of the interrogation?"

Remus's grip tightens a little. "Yeah."

"I see." He's not going to let go of Remus's hand until Remus wants to, though, so he just takes a breath, tries to relax against the pillows and squeezes. "Well. What do you want from me?"

"Why didn't you look for me?"

Wow. Don't ease into it or anything. Though he supposes that little chat with Logan this morning might've counted. "What did Logan tell you?"

"Does it matter what Logan told me?" Remus glares at him. "Answer my fucking question."

"I thought you were dead, Remus, I couldn't—"

"So, what, they just told you I was dead and you bowed your head like a good little boy and said yes, sir? No fact checking, no nothing? Were you happy to be rid of me?"

Now, see, Roman was not, in fact, known for his ability to keep his emotions in check. So much so, in fact, that he's pretty sure there's a note in his file not to bring up his brother in any way, shape, or form. Said brother, of course, would be unaware of this fact, and so he gets treated to a very surprised expression on Remus's face when he yanks him forward by his collar.

"Don't you ever," Roman hisses, "say that again. I was not fucking happy to be rid of you, I almost fucking died trying to follow you. They locked me in a room with your fucking corpse, Remus, I was not fucking thrilled about that!"

"They did what?"

Roman makes himself take a deep breath. "That night. You went to train. Middle of the night they woke me up with a blaring alarm and forced me down to the cells. You were there."

"No, I fucking wasn't—"

"I know that now. But Re, you—" don't get stuck there, don't get stuck there, don't get stuck there— "there was so much blood. You were there. You looked—you were so hurt, I stayed there all night trying to do CPR to bring you back, even when I knew it was—they had to pull me off you and sedate me."

Remus is staring at him now, eyes wide with horror. Roman's breathing is too heavy. He's broken the cardinal rule of interrogations. He doesn't give a shit.

"I tore that fucking morgue apart when I couldn't find your body again. That body was you, Remus, they got everything right. Your birthmarks, your scars—"

"What do you mean, 'they got everything right?' What the fuck are you talking about?"

It's Roman's turn to pause. "You don't remember? That whole thing about the body duplicator?"

"The what now?"

Roman turns to glare at Logan, only to see him looking equally confused. He heaves a sigh and eases his grip on Remus's collar, wincing as he does so. "There was a rumor about duplicates going around. Victims turning up dead many times over. They were trying out this new hallucinogenic that made you see the body as someone else. Took everyone way too fucking long to realize the call was coming from inside the house."

Logan's eyes widen in recognition. Remus splutters. "Wait, wait, wait, what? Lo, what's he talking about?"

"The Director was replaced nearly a decade ago, a few months after your…disappearance," Logan says slowly, "but I had no idea he was…"

"A mad scientist plotting a sadistic takeover via emotional blackmail and murder?"

"…quite."

He looks back at Remus, who's staring at him in that lost way that he did before and oh, fuck, his brother's alive. "I never meant to abandon you, Re. I swear to god."

"Is this fucker still alive? You said he got replaced—who found him out?"

"Who do you think?"

Now Remus's eyes truly go wide. There's suddenly a lump in Roman's throat.

"Did you really think," he croaks, "that I'd let something like that just go? I thought he'd murdered my brother. I wasn't about to let him live."

"You killed someone. You killed the Director. You did that…for me?"

"Remus, the entire agency is different because of you," Roman says desperately, "the Director—the handlers, fuck, the training—I—you have to know I wasn't the only one fucking furious. There are so many safeguards in place, now, there's so many contingencies—you're the first name on the Wall of the Fallen in the facility garden, you—"

"The what?"

Don't cry. Don't fucking cry. "In…in the middle of that big garden, you know the one with the—with the fountain?"

"And the benches?"

"Yeah, that one. There's a, um…there's a monument to all the people we should've been able to save and couldn't—people who lost their lives in the line of duty or in service to the agency. I…might've thrown a fit when I learned that there wasn't any way to make sure you were remembered."

Well, fuck. He's made Remus cry. And that definitely means he's about to cry and this is the worst he's ever done in any interrogation ever and they're gonna rake him over the coals for this but he doesn't care because Remus just threw his arms around him and he's sobbing into his neck and he can actually hug back this time and he's—

If Logan has a problem with either of them bawling into each other like children, he doesn't say anything about it.

At least until Roman gets too exhausted to hold himself up and when Remus tries to lay on him, he accidentally lays right over the cracked rib.

"Easy, dear," Logan says softly, standing up to brace a hand on Remus's shoulder, "you'll hurt him like that. Come over to this side, yes, that's it, come lie down next to him over here."

Remus just crawls over Roman on the bed and flops down, arms around him again. Logan chuckles, but Roman doesn't give a shit. And wow, what sort of day is this turning into where he can afford to not give a shit about Logan Hoskins?

"I didn't know you were alive, Re."

"Yeah, you've made that pretty fucking clear." Remus wipes his nose and mashes his cheek against Roman's good shoulder. "I forgive you."

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, no.

"I think you've broken our little hero," he hears Logan say distantly with something that might be concern, but Roman's head is still ringing with those three little words.

I forgive you.

I forgive you.

"R-Re—"

"Oh, come here, you big sap," Remus grumbles with his voice all thick and they're cuddling again, Roman's hands shaking as he holds onto his brother.

***

"So," Roman says hoarsely when they've both cried themselves out, Remus dozing on his shoulder, "what now?"

Logan picks up the water and hands it to him. He manages a few sips before he has to give it back. He sets it back on the table and folds his hands. "Well, I believe we've reached a slight impasse."

"…where I want to go back, Remus wants to stay here, and we both can't deal with the idea of it?"

"Astute as always, little hero."

He looks at Logan. Really looks at him for a few seconds. "You know, I always thought the Director was awful before I really knew how much of a shit he was."

"Oh?"

"I never wanted Remus to be in a room alone with him. I tried to stand between them. I tried to make sure he'd never get the chance to get at Remus without going through me."

"And I suppose you're regretting that you never had the chance to stand between me and him?"

"Nah."

He gets the distinct pleasure of catching Logan off guard. "Really?"

"You care about him. You actually do care about him. Am I thrilled about it? No—" Logan stifles a snort— "but you…you're not actually trying to hurt him."

"I could be."

"I thought we agreed not to insult each other's intelligence. No one leads with 'you don't know how he sleeps at night' and isn't holding onto first-hand knowledge of that. You weren't exactly being subtle."

Logan chuckles. "I suppose not."

Another pause. Remus snuffles in his sleep and Roman squeezes his hand just as Logan reaches forward to card his fingers through his hair.

"This is gonna be a big fucking mess, isn't it?"

"I'm sure we can work something out. What," he laughs when Roman eyes him, "I did say I was capable of being reasonable."

"What do you get out of this?"

"Aside from the potential of a very convincing deal between me and that pesky agency?"

"Yeah."

He sighs, brushing his thumb over Remus's temple. "A chance to bring him some modicum of peace."

"I can work with that."

"Splendid."

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stars in the sky- phora + jhene aiko

trope: fluff, s/o mick for the idea in my ask box smooches 

sum slight 

warnings: grammarly hates me, reader has trouble sleeping bc i said so (i’ve had so much trouble falling asleep idk why), no use of pronouns but use of mama, ma, n mami, idk how much i like it but im outa slump so yay, lmk if i missed anything

published: august 15, 2023

song lyrics are italicized   

w/c: 1.3k ish

reader is black-coded like always 

stay in the state of the greatest bliss 

Miles’ room was dark. Well, dark-ish. He tried though, pulling the curtains all the way shut, turning off the light in his room and the hallway, but the afternoon sun still gently weaved its way through the fibers of his curtains. 

“What’s the point of this, Miles?” 

“To get you to try and sleep,” 

“It's four in the afternoon,” 

“Naptime,” 

“What?” 

“Just try, mama, okay?”  

You’d never been a good sleeper and usually stayed awake while Miles fell asleep in your arms, that was how it usually went. Even more so when he came to your window late at night after his Prowler duties, those visits mainly consisted of cleaning any wounds or scratches, on occasion giving him stitches, helping him change, and kissing the top of his head when he inevitably dozed off on your chest. You were usually up then anyway, it was a fun addition to your nighttime routine. Miles had only begun to worry about your sleeping patterns when you fell asleep at 9 am while you were over his, watching a telenovela with Mrs. Morales. Gently nudging you awake after the telenovela marathon at about 1 that afternoon, he fell into the pattern of observing your moods. Most of which during the day consisted of you constantly being tired, and yawning, but somehow always getting school work done that assisted in your straight A’s. At first, he assumed that it was just you putting too much pressure on yourself to perform, but when he realized these patterns continued well into school breaks, he started to worry. 

He had started to realize that every time he came to your window after his Prowler work, you were up anyway, reading, writing, drawing, or pretty much any activity you could get your hands on. Again, at first, he thought this was endearing, and went as far as getting puzzles for you after he had interrupted the puzzle on the floor when he gently knocked on your window. And so a much-needed conversation ensued the morning after.

“Ma, I’m worried about you,”  

“For why Miles?” You turn your attention away from the mirror where you’re laying your baby hair down. 

“Ian never seen you sleep,” 

“So?” 

“Do you sleep?” 

“Yeah, I just have some trouble with it is all,” 

“I don’t make you sleepy?” 

“You make me feel safe, comfortable, relaxed, and loved, but no Miles, you don’t make me sleepy,” 

He huffed, falling back onto your duvet. 

“What's wrong papá?” 

“I’m worried about you,” 

“Sueñito, you don’t need to be worried about me,” 

“You fall asleep when most people would be awake starting their days, almost always during the first and second period, mama, that's not normal,” 

“Maybe I’m just sleepy in general,” You were beginning to get defensive then, why did he care if you were tired usually? 

He sighed then, rubbing his eyes and urging himself out of your bed. He didn’t want to fight with you, he never wanted to fight with you, so he had just decided to leave it alone then. However, the very same conversation was repeated about two weeks later. The two of you were walking home, as school had gotten out early that day, and you had slowly begun to slump onto Miles’ shoulder, yawning and rubbing your eyes. 

“Ma?” There was a twinge of concern in his voice, it was barely even noon, is it normal to be this tired? “You okay?”  

“‘m just tired,” You yawn, still clawing at your eyes. 

“It’s 11:45,” 

“So?” 

“Mama,” he knew you were just being stubborn, but he also knew you didn’t want to admit that you had a problem sleeping. You didn’t like to ask for help, you tried to get things right on your own, and you usually did. “Be honest.” 

“Fine,” you forced out, shame tugging at your cheeks, and Miles knew exactly what you meant by that

“Thank you,”  

And so, the two of you were here, in this moment. 

“Please? Just try for me,” 

You huff plopping onto his mattress. 

“Now what?” 

“We wait,” 

“Oh, joy,”

whenever i’m in your atmosphere  

The two of you had been lying, in the dark, for about an hour and a half. Naturally, the sun was slowly beginning to set, hence dimming the light in his room. 

At this point, you were fighting sleep. It’s not like you didn’t feel exhausted all the fucking time, it’s that you had this mental block in your head. It’s like when you’re so tired but you can’t manage to fall asleep, like someone is forcing your eyes open. It’s hell, and it frustrates you, makes you want to scream and cry and essentially just throw a tantrum. Not that you’d ever admit it, but you feel so powerless, so out of control. A sigh mixed with anger, frustration, and disappointment breezes through your lips as you press the heels of your palms into your eyes. 

“Uh uh ma, don’t do that,” he whispers, gently pushing your hands away from your eyes. “What’s wrong?” 

“This isn’t working,” you whine. “I turn seventeen in a year and I can’t even sleep right,” 

“Hey hey hey, it’s not that serious,” 

“I’m so tired, Miles,” you mumble, tears poking at your eyes. 

“Amor, I know it’s frustrating, okay? I know how much you love to be in control and I get that, but this is so bad for you,” 

“I know,” 

“So can we try? Just one more time?” 

“Yeah,” 

“Do you want like, some kind of noise?” 

“Can you just talk?” 

“Yeah. I can do that,” 

And he does. He talks about anything and everything, all while staring at you, your body pressed against him, your face angled upwards at him. Your full lips slightly parted in a little ‘o’ as your big brown eyes ogle up at him. To a lot of people, everything he’s saying would seem pretty mundane, but the way his voice soothes you is something different. His voice is calm, cool, and collected, his nuyo accent ever so prominent. 

You’re not sure just how much time passes until you slowly begin to get groggy, your eyes heavy. Miles, obviously, takes notice and brings his voice down to a whisper. 

“Dad woulda been so happy I met you, ma,” 

Your movements are thick as syrup, you nod, trying to open your eyes more so he knows that he has your full attention. 

“No no no, don’t do that,” he whispers, running a hand over your eyes, forcing them to droop lazily once again. 

“Jus wan’ you to know ‘m listening” you slur, languidly clutching his wrist. The point of this action? You didn’t know, but you held onto him anyway. 

“You’re always listening, Ian gotta worry bout that.” He mumbles, softly stroking your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. His hands are calloused and rough, but they’re always soft and gentle, making sure to love every curve of you. As your eyes begin to wilt close, he delicately traces your cupid bow, in response to which your lightly freckle-kissed nose scrunches, your brows tightly knitting themselves together. With a quiet laugh, he gently runs his fingers over your eyebrows, desperately trying to relax your face, to which you hum tiredly in response. 

“Kiss?” 

“Mmmm,” you groan, fatigue finally catching up to you, in affirmation. Taking the hint, he kisses you- your cheeks, chin, jaw, everywhere– peppering light butterfly kisses all over your face. Gently, you sigh and fully close your eyes, your head relaxing into the pillow. Smiling, he brushes gentle kisses onto both of your eyelids and then your nose. Cradling your head into his chest he kisses the bonnet covering your hair, inhaling the scent of hair product and oil, the scent of you, something he adored in a way that words couldn’t describe. 

“Sleep, princesa.”

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The Boy stormed out of Able's office after a long and boring lecture about "proper classroom etiquette" and "Treating others how you want to be treated" So stupid... He's definitely never going back to school again

Enock: Hi...

Enock was timidly waiting for The Boy outside

The Boy: What?

Enock: Umm... I- um.. I wanted to- umm...

The Boy: Ugh, Spit it out man!

Enock: Umm.... I thought you were really funny... and... I wanted to give you something...

Enock nervously, he gives him a folded piece of paper, The Boy rolled his eye and grabbed the paper from him

He unfolded the paper and saw a drawing in crayon of him with small angel wings and a halo, it was simple and scratchly drawn in green pen, the drawing itself looked a bit strange, the eye was drawn in a realistically oval shape contrasted to the boy's cartoony circled shaped one, He gazed at the image, examining every doodle surrounding the Strange depiction of the Boy, He could feel his Eye start to water

He started tearing up

Enock: I-I did I do something wrong?? Is it the Artstyle??

The Boy: No... its fine... thanks dude...

Enock: do... do you... wanna play?

The Boy: Uh... sure!

Later, Enock took the boy to a long hall in the circus, unlike the Brightly colored circus, it was cute and pastel, calming yet fun, Doors where placed along side of the pastel walls each having the face and name of the pals on them, on the end of the hallway, right was a Orange colored door in a wacky shape, Enock's picture and Name on it as well as stickers and glitter plastered all over it

Enock: dishes myoom!! I decorated it with pretty stuff! Cool right? Qwerty said it was childish but my mom and dad really likes it!!

The Boy: Wah- Huh- um cool

Enock opened the door and led The Boy inside

It was a spacious room with striped walls and decorated with Drawings, photos and random decor, plushies and toys were everywhere, a small doghouse was sitting against a wall with balloon dog (giraffe?) Was sleeping peacefully, in the corner was a small twin sized bed ridden with plushies and colorful pillows, opposite to the door he entered was a out of place fancy looking door with stickers spread across it to make it blend in more, it was probably just a closet or something

The Boy was utterly entranced by the room like it was a world forged from his wildest dreams

The Boy: sick room dude!!

Enock: really? Forgor to clean it today

Enock: Hey! You wanna see something cool?? I always wanted to show it to someone

The Boy: Okay, hit it

He sit down on the floor

Enock: Okay, here it goes...

Immediately, Enock's body started to morph, he rapidly grew five new pairs of arms and legs, his torso split and his head went into the new cavity, he started levitating in the air

Enock: Guess wha I am!!

The Boy was equal parts gobsmacked and terrified, and a bit impressed

Enock: look Ima Sunshine!!

The Boy: Cool!!

Enock remorphed into his original form

Enock: Really? Everyone says its creepy

The Boy: Its totally awesome man!! What else can you do?

Enock: well... I can do this!!

Enock in Qwerty's voice: My Name is Qwerty and I'm reaaaallly boring and I talk in a boring voice like thiiiissssss

The Boy laughed, And Enock made alot of random cartoon noise in response

The Boy: thats so awesome!!! I bet you can pull a @#$% ton of pranks with that!

Enock: Nah, well, sumtimes, but I usually just make music!

The Boy: You make music too?! What do you sing about?

Enock: usually about things I like, my family, dinosaurs, sometimes death on occasions, food i like, or just random things I like!

The Boy: I always wanted to make music, I can't though, But If I could I would sing about how cool I am! Or maybe about something about dragons

Enock: I love Dragons!! My favorite are the rainbow ones!!

The Boy: I like the Big ones who have GIANT horns and Wings!!!

Enock: Golly! If I had Wings I'd fly just like my dad! And why I could visit Ms. Sun and Moon everyday!!

Enock and The Boy rambled with eachother, topics changing in a second, Enock started flailing his arms and legs and the boy bobbed his head back and forth

Enock: -Ms. Queenie is always in her garden, I like it there! Its really pretty, But she dosent like me in there she says always I step in the flowers, so I have to stare at the flowers from atleast five feet away, Marigolds are my favorite to look at, they're really, really pretty! And its my favorite color!! It also a symbolism of Death! I like death! He sure seems Lika swell guy!! He has a skull for a head lika cally-vara!! I've never had a cally-vara before, My mommy says all that sugar isn't good for me, But I really, really want to! She says I havta eat more veggies, but I don't like veggies at all! There gross, slimy, and green... Oh sorry! I didn't it like that!-

The Boy: No I totally get it! I hate veggies! They're totally gross, And I love gross things! Like, mud and swamps and green moldy cheese and bugs and barf and other stuff! But I don't like Adults, they don't like gross stuff and yell at me when I do things, I hate them!

Enock: I like some adults actually, Like momma and papa and miss sun and moon and miss Ragatha and Miss Gangle and mister miss Zooble and Mister Kinger and Queenie, I don't like Mister Jax though, He's mean to me, each is way I think Patchricia is mean to me, I'm happy my parents are nice, they're the best! My dad is super cool and Can make anything and my mom is super smart! I'm happy I have them And not other Adults, well Ms. Moon and Sun could be my parents, Miss Moon already Likes my mom and Dad and- Hey, Are you Okay?

The Boy was silent, he stopped bobbing his head and had a uncomfortable expression, they just stared at eachother awkwardly for a bit

Enock: Did... Did I ruin it?

The Boy was Still silent and looking at the ground, Enock could sense he was upset, he tired to think of something to cheer him up, and then he got a idea

Enock: Yanna see my house?? Its really cool and fun!!

The Boy: Isn't the Circus You're house?

Enock: No, nota Circus, My dad's manor!

Enock unzips one of his plushies and Grabs a key inside of it, he Goes up to the door opposite from the door they entered and unlocks it

The Boy rolled his eye Enock and the Boy stepped out of His room, Enock took his hand and guided him through the dark halls illuminated by candles sparked with crimson flames

The Boy: Oh Great, I great see your boring bourgeois house

The Boys Jaw drops when he steps out of the halls and sees a long hall draped in vibrant red, long marble pillers accented with gold stretched to ceiling, the ceiling was covered with an artistic mural of the heavens, diamond chandeliers hanged down like willow branches, Sunshine shined through the tallest stained glass windows he had ever seen, a long red velvet carpet spread out before the two childern rolling out farther than the boy could see, it looked like he stepped out of the mortal plane and into some kind of Valhalla

Enock: see? Its pretty isn't it?? This is only wonuva halls though, the actual rooms are much cooler

The Boy was silent, Astonished and completely overwhelmed by the sublime halls of the manor, Enock poked him to get a response

Enock: 大丈夫?

The Boy snapped out of his daze

The Boy: Wah- Huh- Uh.. I mean yeah its cool or whatever I guess...

The Boy tried to keep a cool and uninterested demeanor but Enock could sense he was impressed

Enock: Heyawunna seemy favorite places?

The Boy nodded his head and Enock Eagerly tugged him through the hall, Enock turned left and entered a twisted hall, it looked like it was melted and refrozen again, Enock stopped at a abstract door

Enock stepped aside urging The Boy to Open the door, The boy rolled his eye and pushed the door open, Enock then shoved him into the room

The Boy: Hey!-

Inside of falling on his face like he thought he would, he floated in the air like he was in outer space, floating furniture was scattered across the room, Enock jumped in to join the slimy boy

Enock: Dishestha Gravy Room!!

The Boy: Woah!- uh, Don't you mean Gravity?

The Boy awkwardly turned his body to face him, his jelly body hard to move in zero gravity, Enock Pushed away a full gravy boat the was floating towards him

Enock: Uhh yeah!

Enock: I like this room alot, Its really fun to pretend your flying or in space, I useto bring Qwerty in here, but they don't like it very much, But now you can play with me!! Tag!!

Enock poked his eye and flung himself from a floating table

The Boy: Hey!!

The Boy thrusted himself foward towards Enock, propelling himself like a fish in the water, Enock pushed himself against the wall dodging The Boys attempt to Tag him, they continued to play with eachother, Jumping from Floating furniture and bouncing off walls, after a while, They exited the Gravity room so they could explore more of the manor

Enock: C'mon!! I wanna show you more!!

They sprinted across the mansion, sliding down spiral stair railings and swinging from from antique chandeliers like a Jungle gym, they jumped from room to room, exploring the wacky wonders of the palace, They snacked on the walls and furniture in the candy room, explored in the Giant room, playing with the giant toys, and running from a giant soccer ball rolling towards them, bounced through the bouncey room and walked through an aquarium tunnel that was big enough to fit a blue whale, They Boy was especially estatic at seeing all the Different kinds of sharks

Enock: C'mon Greenie!! I haven't showed you the Safari Room Yet!!

The Boy: Im Coming Man! I'm still getting used to my Body!

The Two boys were running through the halls, Enock zipped past the rooms, The Boy barely being able to keep up with him with his gelatinous form, The Boy reached a fork in the road between two entrances, The right entrance emitted a soft glow, Curiously, he went right

He entered a large foyer, its colors where split down the middle, on the Side The Boy was on was bright warm red and on the opposite side in front of him was a soft blue manor, he slowly squirmed his way to the boy side

Enock: STOP!!! そこへ行かないで!!

Enock grabbed The boy and placed him on the red side of the manor

Enock: where not allowed to go on that side! My Uncle is kinda weird about his part of the house, Its boring there anyway so I don't like going there anyways, Qwertys allowed on my dads side because My dad is alot more fun than my Uncle, and also I think that My dad likes Qwerty more than My Uncle likes me, Momma says I'm being silly and that he loves me but I'm not really sure because he never wants to play with me and looks at me funny when I talk and-

Enock turned to see the boy staring up at the giant family painting placed between the red and blue side, He had a strange strange expression that Enock couldn't really identify

Enock: Hey... you al'ght?

The Boy: Im Fine....

Enock: No you're not, I can tell you're sad-

The Boy: I said Im FINE!!

Enock jumped back at the Boy's yelling, The Boy looked back at the Ground awkwardly, Enock could tell he was upset, he hated when his friends were sad, he had do to something, anything but stay here where he was upset

Enock: You... You Wanna go Play with The other Pals?

The Boy: ......

in the grounds the Pals are hanging out and play with eachother, Patchricia and Niku are playing tic-tac-toe together, Princessa and Princely are identifying bugs with eachother and was quietly Qwerty is reading a book

Patchricia: AH! I win again!

Niku: How do you keep beating me?? Are you playing a trick or something??

Patchricia: Nope, Guess im just naturally skilled!

Enock walked to join them, The boy trailing behind him

Enock: おはようございます、皆さん!!!

All of pals let out a audible groan

Qwerty: Enock, it is 4:05 pm, it is not morning anymore

Enock: I-I knew That!!

Enock twiddled his hands nervously before turning to the boy

Enock: So umm... Whattawanna play?

The Boy: I dunno, I'm done for anything

Enock: OH! OH! Can we play play space cowboys?? I never get to play that game!

The Boy: Uhhh.... Okay, sounds cool

Enock and the Boy were having a pretend standoff, using sticks as Laser pistols

Enock: This Spaceship ain't big enough for the both of us!!

The Boy: oh Yeah?? Well you know is big enough for the spaceship?

Enock: Who??

The Boy: YOUR MOM!!

They Boy let out a war cry and charged towards him, followed by Enock making a High pitched Screech while sprinting towards the boy, The crashed into eachother and thudded on the ground, they got off the ground and chased eachother, giggling while doing so

The Other Pals gave them passing looks, trying to ignore the loud racket the two boys where making

Enock: You're time is up Space Criminal! You can't out run the law!!

The Boy spinned around

The Boy: Well I can Out laser the Law, with this SICK @#$ HELL RAILGUN!

The boy positioned his hands to look like he was holding an invisible gun

Enock: WAIT, WAIT, WAIT! PAUSE, PAUSE! Who know what would be cooler than a pretend railgun??

The Boy cocked his head

Enock: a REAL Railgun! I can manifest it!

The Boy: You can Do that?!

Enock: Yeah!! JusHolon, I neda focus...

Enock took a deep breath and closed his eyes, he held his hands close together leaving a small space between them, The Boy watched as Enock's body strain and jitter

The Boy stared at him confused on what he was doing exactly, His confusion quickly turned to amazement when he saw a low polygon shape glitching into existence forming between his hands

The Boy: Dude!! That is Sick!!

Enock strained his body harder, beads of sweat trickling down his tooth face, he gritted his teeth together forcing all his mind power into his craft, the random pile of polygons glitched and flickered until it took on a rectangular shape, it flashed random colors it and started lighting up like a lantern, Qwerty Looked up from their book

Qwerty: ENOCK!-

In a split, A loud boom erupted throughout the the grounds, The pals were thrown violently, their screams lost amidst the chaos. Debris rained down, scattering in every direction, while dust and smoke stained the air

Slowly, they all got up, racked by the explosion and covered in dirt and smoke

Patchricia: Is everyone okay?..

Niku: ...No...

Enock crawled out of a small crater created by his attempt at creation

Enock: ugh... ....Cheesy rice...

Patchricia: ENOCK!!

Patchricia ran up to Enock, Rage filled her Cotten body

Patchricia: WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT ENOCK?! DO YOU REALISE SOMEONE COULD'VE HURT?? OR KILLED??

Enock Shrinked into himself, stroking the tendrils that dangled from his head to calm himself from the shaking panic that spread through his body

Enock: I... I didn't...

His breath hitched, tears welling up in his eyes, Niku waddled up to the Two, limping due to the pieces they lost

Niku: its not his Fault Patchy, He- He didn't know

Patchricia: I KNOW, he never means to mess things up, but he keeps doing things he KNOWS are Stupid!!

Patchricia: Maybe He should pay more Attention to the Real world instead of playing pretend all day and babbling about Skeletons and zombies like a He's a Stupid Baby!!

Tears streamed down Enock's face his voice hitching between sharp breaths

Enock: ...I'm... I'm notta dumb baby...

The Boy reformed his shape form from his compact shape and stood between Enock and Patchricia

The Boy: HEY! HE'S NOTTA DUMB BABY! HE ONLY WANTED TO HAVE FUN!!

Patchricia: Well That FUN Could've killed us!!

The Boy rolled his eye at what seemed to him as hysterical complaining

The Boy: You're Just Jealous that he's Funner, cooler and Awesomer than a Uptight, Bratty, STUPID B#$%@ LIKE YOU!

All the Pals gasped, mouths agaped, Patchricia stomped her foot on the ground and pinned her crinkly ears back, her teeth gritted and snarled at him, The boy was completely unfazed with the angry bunny and continued to stare her down

Qwerty walks inbetween them

Qwerty: Cease this behavior immediately, both of you are acting in an immature manner, Patchricia, your reaction was inappropriate and resulted in Enock becoming upset, When You are aware of his sensitivity to shouting

Patchricia thumped her foot repeatedly before slowing down

Patchricia: Yeah... I guess you're right... sorry...

Patchricia rubbed her arm awkwardly, And Qwerty turned to Face The Boy

Qwerty: I understand you are new and unfamiliar with our procedures, but your behavior was inappropriate, You should not have enabled Patchricia's unprofessional conduct, Additionally, Enock has made a dangerous mistake that he has repeated multiple times and must face appropriate consequences for his-

The Boy: Im not taking rules from a Guy in a PINK TUTU!

Qwerty: My wardrobe is not my choice, Please return to the subject at-

The Boy: Enock didn't do anything wrong! He just wanted to play!! Somthing YOU are Cleary above!

The Boy shoved Qwerty and they fell to the ground

The Boy: You think You're so smart but they're an Stupid kid like the rest of us!

The Boy: You're just trying to compensate for the fact that Enock is a Gazillion times more personality than you do! I mean just because you're an NPC dosent mean you have to act like One!

The boy grabbed Enocks arm

The Boy: C'mon Ennie, we're to cool for these LOSERS

The Boy Took Enock back Inside the circus, Enock was still teary eyed

Enock: No one... no one ever stood up for me like that... Thank you...

Enock Smiled warmly at the Boy, The Boy looked puzzled at Enock's expression, But slimed regardless

The Boy: Uh.. Um.. Thanks, I guess...

The Boy: Do You... Do ya wanna hang out more?-

A Loud warping rang through the Tent, indicating that the portal reopened

Enock: Mama!!

Enock ran off to the main area of the Circus,

The Boy followed and observed the Pals greeting their parents, Hugging them, telling them about their day, he saw Caine lift Enock off the Ground and spun him around Playfully and hugged him tightly

The Boy felt a Sting run through his body as he watched the Pals with there parents, he was overcome with a feeling of bitter resentment For the other kids, Kids, Like they were even kids, they weren't kids, they weren't even people, they were nothing but machines with preprogrammed responses, they didn't have feelings or thoughts, they were nothing but AIs, and to think he made a real friend...

Enock hugged his mother tightly, savoring each second with her

Enock: Oh! Oh! Mommy! Guess what?!

Pomni: what is it Ennie?

Enock: No, You havta guess!

Pomni: You... um... You taught Bananer a new trick?

Enock: Noooooooooooo

Enock Swayed side to side, his eyes glistening with Happiness, Caine floated down to Enock's height, Hanging upside-down

Caine: Well what is it Son?

Enock: I Made a New friend today!! A real friend!! And I wanna him to you!!

Enock Grabbed his mom's arm and dragged to where The Boy was, But he was gone

Caine: Oh! Is this another one of your invisible friends!

Enock: Huh- Wuh- No, he was right here and... Um... Nevermind momma...

In The manor, Pomni was washing the dishes that was generated every evening, Enock was telling his mom about all things he did with his friend

Enock: -And than we walked through the Fishy tunnel thing, He really liked the Sharks! Especially the Big ones with Sharp teeth!

Pomni: Wow, its sounds like you had a alot fun today!

Enock: Yeah, he also says alot of funny things I don get...

Enock: Hey momma?

Pomni: Yes Enock?

Enock: Whats a NPC?

Pomni felt her body freeze

Enock: Mamma? Whats wrong?

Pomni: ...Where did you learn that word?

Enock: My Friend said it to Qwerty today, Whats wrong mommy?

Pomni: NOTHING! N-nothing is wrong! Why would anything be wrong?? Haha!! I- Uh- I need to go talk to your Father

Enock watched as his mother ran off down the halls, He could tell She was lying to him, he could always tell

END OF CHAPTER 4

[ethanharmonia]

I have done another reference sheets for the gay husbands in my AU, do not ask what i have been cooking as its currently 2 am and i spent my whole entire time finishing the drawings on my phone with my finger, but anyways. meet the gays.🚴🏻🚴🏻🚴🏻

(I JUST REALISED TODAY ON NOVEMBER 13TH AT 1 AM THAT I MISSPELLED "CHAMPION" ON THE DRAWING. FU- imma make a new design later oh my god why did i not notice that earlier)

(my guy looks possessed as hell)

I guess i could say that Ethan just took on physical fighting instead of pokemon training, he is currently 23 years old in the AU but he feels like a kid, he possesses fire powers (firebending i guess) and is basically just the strongest champion/person in the entire world (even though his power comes from his bond with his Typhlosion), my bro is married to Silver for several years and they are so gay i could kiss them mwah. Though he has plenty of abilities even if he is just a human, but he is still the same little goofball.

(step on me already)

Not gonna lie but when i designed Silver like this then i thought that he would be on second place of the strongest people (he is not a champion though but he still is strong as hell), he posseses water powers (like waterbending) and also fire and air, some of these powers were given to him by Ethan. Originally Silver was supposed to have water powers because of his close bond with his starter (Feraligatr) but then i decided to come up with a thing where he also receives fire powers from Ho-Oh, and also air from Ethan's Lugia as he only has fire powers and doesnt need any other ones.

(showing the images but together now to summarize everything somehow smh)

Ethan is 23, and Silver is 24, they around 6'1-6'3 feet tall.

Ethan's team includes a Cyndaquil, a Quilava, a Typhlosion, a Celebi, and a Lugia.

Silver's team on the other hand includes 2 Sneasels (one of them was found in the bushes), a Feraligatr, a Totodile, and Ho-Oh

(Anyways im going to bed bye *evaporates*)

[xxrheaswifexx]

Meeting for the first time pt.1

Dabi x Reader

(no NSFW stuff because yall are just meeting)

your 21 by the way and dabi is 23 (his canon age)

its around 10:00pm your walking down the streets when you notice someone in a alleyway smoking so you walk up to them wondering who it is and your eyes widen as you see its one of the most powerful men in the LOV dabi you freeze in fear as you see him but then he notices you…

“whats a little girl doing walking the streets at this time at night?” dabi asks

“i was bored so i thought id go for a walk” you reply with calming down slightly as he seems more sweet and calm talking to you than you have heard him talk on the news

“you gotta be more careful a women like you could get hurt somehow like you could get kidnapped or murdered you gotta be careful” dabi says to you but in a concerned tone which makes you a bit confused why hes so concerned about you and you begin to ask yourself “why is he being so concerned and nice? i mean isnt he one of the most powerful people in the LOV?” in your head but then you just reply to him anyways

“yeah i know ive had that pep talk before from my mum also can i have some?” you ask pointing to the cigarette in his hand

“yeah here but i have one question for you quickly?” he asks handing you the lit cigarette

“thank you and you can ask i dont mind” you say taking a draw of the cigarette

“are you a hero or training to be a hero because you dont seem a villain?” he asks curiously

“yeah i am actually i go to UA!” you reply blowing out the smoke and giving him the cigarette back

“oh so you are a UA student mmmm” he says in a more creepy tone like but you brush it off not caring before he asks again “what year you in?”

“im actually in my final year!!” you say smiling

“ohhhh and if someone like me for example from the LOV was to ask if you would like to join them what would you say?” he says in a way that sends a shiver down your spine

“id say no” you say in a more demanding tone like you dont ever want to join the LOV

“oh right move topic what is ur quirk?” he asks just trying to change the topic because deep down he wanted you to join the LOV

“fire manipulation and throwing!!” you say to him and then when you say it he raises an eyebrow

“guess we are more alike than you think is ur fire blue or red?” he asks just wondering to see if you both are more alike than what he thinks

“its actually blue why?” you then ask curiously

“we are definitely alike because my quirk is the exact same as yours” he says but with a smile on his face

“oh is that a good thing or?” you ask confused if it is really a good thing or not

“yeah it is dont worry but yeah anyway i think you should head home its getting late for a young women to be out this late want me to walk you i dont mind?” he asks but more concerned again like he wants you to say yes

“i mean i dont mind yeah!” you say smiling and then the two of yous leave the alleyway you leading the way to your house walking home with him and after like 30 minutes of walking you arrive home and you turn to dabi

“thats me now ill see you around?” you say hoping you will see him again

“yeah sure i always smoke in that alleyway so you’ll most likely find me in there” he says happily that he gets to see you again

you smile at him before walking into your house going to bed as soon as you get into your house you realise both your parents are asleep so you creep around heading to your bed falling asleep fastly as your so tired…

[miutonium]

Im so sorry @jils-things but you made me want to go on a tangent about art supplies in a bit cuz I'm a nerd andhekqkwkdjwoqo i lov u pls dont go away- 😭

Anyway yes I usually make a very light sketch with my pencil so that I could erase it easily for me to retrace it but I am here to make a very important public announcement and I feel that it is my duty to inform the public on something that could be beneficial to the society.

Behold: Kneading Eraser

This fucker have multiple names; Putty eraser, gummy eraser, kneaded eraser,clay. It's going through a phase, please don't judge it, let it change name every 10 seconds.

What I need is that I want everyone to put everything down and listen to what I say: You run to the art store, Michael's, Art Friend, soup store, whatever store you get your art supply at. You ask the store clerk you want a putty eraser and if they dont give you a putty eraser, tell them they're a loser in malay (it's mak kau hijau. The more your learn folks) and then go to the next store and find a putty eraser until you get them. Its not expensive, it cost me less than 2 bucks for 1 pack of putty eraser.

Why you may ask? Well, I can assure you as someone who draws, putty eraser is much much MUCH better than a normal generic eraser.

First of all, there's no dust. When you erase a line with this boy, there wont be any rubber shit nugget clumping on the table and making a mess on your bed (i know you hate your spine too and likes to draw on bed i live in ur walls u guys better sleep with 1 eye open). I'm so serious like I have 0 eraser shavings in my house since I use a putty eraser. Please stop sleeping covered in eraser shavings.

It's also malleable. You can literally shape it to whatever shape that you want so you could erase a a tiny spot that you couldn't reach without disturbing other lines. And it works sooooo well as a stress ball or a toy. People actually knead it into animal shape. Can you shape a normal rectangle eraser into a giraffe? CAN YOU? DO YOU SEE MY POINT?

Do you suffer from loneliness? Do you need a conversation opener? Are you tired of kneading an eraser to shape it into a friend? Believe it or not, putty eraser is a great conversation starter when you dont want to start a conversation! As a personal anecdote: whenever I sketch in school, if anyone I know sees me sketching, they will always ask me what the fuck is the clay thing I use to erase my lines and then I have to explain to them what is a kneadable eraser and then whenever I demo'd the eraser, an amusing OOOOOOO will come out and they will play with my eraser for like 5 mins. Am I mad that my eraser is taken away? No because the eraser can also be s e p e r a t e d . Black magic fuckery. Please go buy a putty eraser.

Anyway for the pencil, I swear to god if you ever get this pencil, you will never use a normal mechanical pencil ever again.

The pencil I'm using is called a drafting pencil, specifically Pentel Graphgear 500. There's tons of drafting pencil in the market but just look at this one because other's are expensive and you will cry. This pencil had a plastic body but the base is made of metal so its pretty heavy. It feels v e r y c o m f o r t a b l e on the hand, like the moment you hold it, you will believe that this is how mechanical pencil suppose to be. It just fits so perfectly with the contour of you finger. The weight feels so nice on your hands and the grip is very comfortable. The pencil sleeve also doesnt budge so you don't and won't have any issue of lead breakage (unless you press your pencil really hard)

It's also very long-lasting. I have 2 of them in my pencil case. The one on the left were bought in 2021 from Muji. The one on the right were bought in 2015. It still works fine despite being 8 years old. I don't think I ever have any mechanical pencil that is long lasting like this one. This is legit one of the product that I would say would last a lifetime if you take care of it well.

This ends my sleepy deprivation fueled post for today.

TL;DR: Please go buy kneaded eraser and a drafting pencil I am on my knees rn-

[dualityvn]

and so my suffering begins anew

'two gods' 'the paint and the canvas'

presuming that the paint and the canvas Are the two gods in question, because i doubt even you would be so cruel to throw out fake hints like that, what exactly does that mean

now to state this right out of the gate, i know like,, nothing about religions so if this has any bearing on real world religions i for one will be totally blind to it so we will be working under the assumption that it does not

so to me, the paint and the canvas seem to be descriptors of like, the purpose that a god would serve. like one would be the foundation, the mainstay, the origin, 'the canvas', while the other is the embellishment, the life, the decoration, 'the paint'. separately they don't measure up to much, the canvas is empty and boring and the paint has no where to go to display its wonder. but together they form the two halves needed to create a whole, a full, a painting.

they cannot exist to their highest degree without the other, and so they are reliant upon each other. since we know like,, nothing about them at this point i cant say if this is an arrangement that they are happy with or that they dislike or what.

i am however going to take some liberties drawing potential parallels with our main boys, Keith and Tenebris. it did not escape my detective nose that the very first hint towards this that we received was that there are two (2) gods, with Nightmare going out of her way to make the point known that there are 2 (two), much like our leading lads.

and just like Keith and Tenebris, these two also seem to be inseparable. im not making the claim that Keith and Tenebris are these two gods, but i do think they are connected in some deeper way. my mind is drawn back to 'Magic Man', (the sus guy with the scar who talked to Keith about the MC after their first meeting) because if any of the known characters would have some connection to higher divinity at this point it feels like it would be him. he's also sus and definitely knows more about the situation.

another reason i dont think 'paint' and 'canvas' refer to Keith and Tenebris directly is because im having a hard time isolating either of them to those roles. that could just be because im writing this at 1 am but im not sure. i guess Keith could be considered for the role of canvas because they are both in his body, and Tenebris is the more 'bright' and 'noticeable' of the two, considering the fact that he's literally blue, but it just doesn't feel right since i think those terms are meant to refer to the gods more than the boys.

maybe its like a,, like a chosen vessel thing. like the gods pointed at poor Keith in his mothers stomach and poor Tenebris in a field somewhere and said "yooo this is gonna be funken sick and also poetically line up so well" and just yanked Tenebris into Keiths body so that they could have a physical representation of themselves on earth for some deep reason. or maybe just for kicks, who knows. i certainly don't. i never know until i manage to throw enough pasta at the wall that some of it sticks and im left there alone in my kitchen with pasta water on the floor and a mess that im going to have to clean up at some point.

i digress. if my last point is at least somewhere in the realm of reality then we will maybe finally be close to starting to figure out my last big question from my first round as theory anon, "why and how did this happen to Keith and Tenebris in the first place". Until this point there has been absolutely nothing to even begin trying to ponder that question, but the idea that there are two (2) gods that seem to be unable to exist without the other, the symbolism is just to yummy for it to not be related

for now tho, i am cold and tired and it is now 1:15 and i started this at like 12:30 so im putting a pin in this until Nightmare responds to this aks with the usual cyrptic answers that are always Just Enough to get me thinking. i am going to bed good night

Long theory asks are always so yummy. But you're right! The canvas is the one that created the structure, rules and everything that keeps things together. The paint made colors, emotions, smells, tastes, sensations, the differences between species, and what makes each creature, plant, rock or grain of sand unique.

And no, Keith and Tenebris are not gods. The gods don't really come up in the game at all. It's just world lore that may become important in other games :)

[mushroomminded]

two mushy things, one that just came to me now and one i just feel like saying;

1) the most recent comic is one of those pieces of art so good it makes me go 'god i wish i did that', peak integration of lyric and visual storytelling, absolute masterpiece, 12/10

2) for the last however long we've known one another at this point (sox years I think?), you're one of the key creators who's work- particularly in the narrative space- has pushed me to want to compete and stand on the same level. all of my usual self loathing aside, on a common sense level, i know i've worked hard to hone a writing talent for literally over a decade and that i am, at least, Relatively Decent at writing and have been for a while- even back when we first met. however, i also know that I can always improve- because we never stop improving and growing as creators the more we create, it's inherent to the process- and seeing how well plotted your work is, how your dialogue flows, lit that spark under me of 'i know i'm doing this stuff well already, but i know i can do it better- i myself want to feel like i can match this, what i'm reading'. of course you're not the only creative friend of mine who's had that impact on me, but that doesn't change that you have- and your impact has been quite big in places (you, alongside my partner, are literally one of the driving forces that made me finally pull my finger out and actually work towards 'completing' Barnbellow's Estate, from a mixture of both seeing what you were doing with Micoverse and wanting to match it in the mediums i best could but also, crucially, for your enthusiasm for it). I am very, very lucky to know and have befriended people who are extremely talented in innumerous fields, all of whom are constant inspirations to me, and I just wanted to let you know that you are among that crowd of Artist Friends What Make Me Also Want To Make Things Good Like (and also subsequently why I shove the things I make in your face like 'HEY YO CHECK THIS OUT DO YA LIKE IT DID I DO GOOD', which i can only apologise for but also reassure you you are not the only person that knows me who has to endure it 😅). So, y'know. Keep on doing that, ay.

SEND THIS WHILE IM IN BED AND CANT DRAW MYSELF CRYIN OK.... ITS NOT LIKE THAT MEANS A LOT....

[unablethethird]

you know the usual

hehe

1- I got no freckles 2-I drink tea, hate coffee cause it's bitter. Tea usually makes me sleepy,, 3-Last song i listened to? lemme check

If i die, you better say rip /silly

don't usually listen to this stuff,,,,but vibe was right 4- How do i sleep? I usually sleep in what my sister likes to call 'the baby position' lol [side] 5-Do i sleep with a stuffed animal? Usually, now they under the bed though [im too lazy to pick it up 🔥🔥🔥] 6-Do i prefer writing or drawing? Too tired to do either but drawing,,, 7-answered this in another ask! 8-also answered this in another ask! 9-27/11/09 is mah birthday 10-How tall am i? FRIGGIN 160CM >:[ [wait i think i answered this one too-] 11-My eye color is dark brown [aka black but technically no eye color is black] 12-assuming this question is about real hugs I'd rather jump off a building then hug anyone irl 13-Fears?

Most people, getting found out on anything 14- my favorite color is red, purple, black, pastel yellow, and orange

15-answered this in another ask! 16-I want to tattoo a sleeve or two, not sure what it'd be though 17-Got ear piercings i fuggin hate, dont want any tbh 18-Last person i texted would be my sister on discord lol 19- Dunno about yaya anymore, but probably you, and i think we started being friends this year 20- I miss H a lot, im litterally aroace asf, but she's,,,,, >< getting back together would mean my irl friends dont hang around w me anymore tho so idk 21- My day today was :P 22-Idk how much sleep i got lol 23-I believe in aliens by technicality, cus even like germs or micro-organisms we dont know of are aliens, so like,, 24-The last time i cried Today lol, my mum was being mean and i was already rlly frustrated,, 25-Dont got one fav decade

CONTINUING ANSWERING THIS AFTER A BREAK 26-Childish stuff i like? cant think of anything, maybe plushies but i know a bunch of people who got way more than me and i think it's pretty normal, but idk 27- My favorite book Really really really hard to answer just one SO TOP THREE- Girl in pieces [I FUCKING BAWLED MY EYES OUT I FUCKING AAAA] The outsiders [ALSO CRIED. IN THE MIDDLE OF CLASS [w a buncha my classmates lol since it was for school], THAT FUCKING ENDING. if you read any book, you gotta try this, bucketlist potential] That was then, this is now [okay so to be honest i think i just like it because it was writen by S.E hinton, who wrote the outsiders, but like,,,,it's good. Thinking back though it was kinda mid but at the time i read it, i thought it was good so yeah,,,probably would only reccomend this if your a fan of the outsiders] 28-How am i really? Can't tell what im feeling right now, but probably a good feeling 29-Does it take me a long time to make decisions? Not really, if you give me a day to make a decision i'll make it in a day, if you give me a year i'll take a year, so depends on how much time i'm given 30-What am i looking forward to in the near future? camp!! Going there next thursday

31-What am i looking forward to in the distant future? Leaving home, transitioning, and studying psychology 32-If i could be anywhere rn, where would i wanna be? Arcade,,, 33-Sleep with door open or closed? I sleep with my door closed, my mum doesn't let me close the door at all but i wait till she sleeps and claim the wind dun it or something 34-My favorite flower is the chrysanthemum! 35-no idea what a squish is 36-My middle name is bassically "House of [dads name]", i dont hate it or anything but its kinda just there. 37- cats over dogs but i leik dogs 38- Do i have any phobias? haphephobia, trypanophobia, and hemophobia [ironically lol] [[hemophobia for me though is a bit complicated,,]] 39-Do i stay up late? Not really 40-Do i like the beach? Do i prefer it sunny or cloudy? Hate the beach. Australian beaches are the fucking worst. I hate blue bottles with all of my fucking heart. THAT SHIT IS PAINFUL I prefer sunny weather generally but i would never go to a beach 41-My favorite cartoon would be murder drones, TADC, and hazbin maybe but i stopped watching it 42- Moots,,, 43- I got 2 younger sisters 44-Last person i said i love you too would be you lol

45-I'd die for anyone just let me die /hj 46-What do i do when im sad? Pain meds, listen to music, cry, and get stuck in my head lol 47-Dont got a phone number Ik my mums tho ig 48-Who can i trust with my life? You 49-

[it's my sisters birthday lol]

[keefwho]

June 13 - 2024 Thursday

10:36pm

4.5/10

This morning I put away my clothes and asked mom to take me to the store for drinks. I had to ask this guy stocking the drinks to please excuse me but he didn't seem to be in a good mood. I got a chocolate twinkie to have with my coffee this morning which was a great idea. When I got home I showered a little too long and then made spicy ramen, spam, and green beans again using leftovers. I really didn't wanna draw today.

For work I warmed up by studying back muscle drawings. Then I worked on 57's commission for 1 hour before quitting early. I was going to quit earlier but DS told me I could DO IT so I at least wanted to do the bare minimum I needed for my finance sheet instead of having to make up for it later.

After I quit early, I took some time to lay in bed with Sporticus to try and identify some of the thoughts and feelings I was having so I could put them to words. I also played some War Thunder and watched this video grilling EPCOT. For lunch I made a tuna melt of sorts using a homemade tortilla.

In the afternoon I didn't stick to traditional work. I started looking up other people's workflows and methods to keep up with different projects and personal life. I got my old robot themed notebook from 2006 and am going to use that to jot down any thought I have about doing something. I can use that as a checklist or transfer those thoughts to more robust systems if need be. I also got out a big box of pens I had collected throughout the years and tested them all to keep the ones that worked. About when I was finishing up, I joined TK and WX in a vc and watched them play Roblox before joining. We talked a lot about WX's recent date and how he's feeling about all of it. I personally don't understand how he's doing this dating culture thing, literally scoring a date a week. It just sounds desperate to me but he seems really sure of himself and solid about who he is and what he wants. Ive come to accept that this kind of thing is okay for some people and exactly how they operate. Its just not my thing.

After they left, I made dinner and started watching Invincible again. I thought about hitting up RS to watch it with me since we watched the first season together awhile back but I just didn't feel like it.

When DS was free I whipped out my new dragonology book and started reading a little bit of it. I also had written down a few topics to discuss since Im always forgetting things throughout the day that I wanna talk about and that was a good idea I think. Towards the end of chillin, we found out this old pedo associate of hers is sort of coming back into the furry community scene which was big news to her. I hate the guy too from what I've seen and it sucks that he might get away with it all and remain present amongst us all. In bed we did our puzzles REAL late.

Up front I have hope in embracing my desire to make systems of all kinds for different things. It seems like an autistic way to behave and maybe because I am and thats been one reason I've denied this urge of mine. I know how often it might get pointed out as weird, the way I act and plan. But finding my voice and expressing my wants/needs means embracing this idea of mine and trying it out. Maybe I'll find that this isn't the best way to handle things but I won't know without trying. I might also find that this IS the best way for me to be my best productive self. And thats an urge to be productive thats coming from my real values, not what society or the people around me expect of me. I want to do things. LOTS of things. And so much committed action needs a lot of organization.