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I did a panel redraw game on the Sleepless Domain discord server!! This was a really fun exercise and a good challenge to myself :)
Go read the comic if you like magical girl stuff (especially since this probably counts as some spoilers even without much context here lol)
I included closeups of the individual panels as well since the entire page isn't quite clear in the photo I took. There's some things I might wanna fix later for my own satisfaction but I'm happy with it!
#sleepless domain#tessa quinn#anemone#fanart#dtiys#carliedraws#traditional#this is several brands of alcohol marker plus some acrylic markers and sparkly gel pen#redraw#sleepless domain spoilers#i am not immune to angsty teens and weary loners#and there were lots of fun expressions on this page#and maybe a hit of background#washi tape came in clutch for the panel borders#i got some marker on them so it's not terribly neat but ill have to use this method again sometime#biggest thing i wanna fix is anemones eyes on panel 3 lmfao theyre a little maligned
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An Ill-Fitting Name: Snippet 19
Snippet 1; Snippets 2 & 3; Snippet 4; Snippet 5; Snippet 6; Snippet 7; Snippet 8; Snippet 9; Snippet 10; Snippet 11; Snippet 12; Snippet 13; Snippet 14; Snippet 15; Snippet 16; Snippet 17; Snippet 18
Word Count: ~1.1k
Faoust belongs to @thebiggestnerd - she writes him; Isaiah and Cat here are mine.
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Isaiah waits until heâs very certain that heâs finally heading in the right direction this time, the mile marker numbers counting upward as he heads east, before allowing his mind to wander. Of all the things Isaiah could think about, he finds his mind drawn to the texts Faoust sent the night he got to his family home, before he slipped in to see his mother. Isaiah hadnât mentioned he was going out of townâwhy would he? They were back to the way things had been before Chaos intervened, living their own lives that intersected only when they were in the mood for rough sex and violence. Of course Faoust would finally want to get together after that entire shitshow once Isaiah was not only out of town, but on the cusp of trying to figure out what the fuck he wanted out of coming all this way to see the awful bitch of a mother heâd tried to leave forever behind.
Faoust: âHey. Wanna go out?â
Isaiah: âcanât. Iâm in Ohio right nowâ
Faoust: âthe fuck you doing in ohio?â
Isaiah: âvvvvvvvisitingâŚfamilyâ
Faoust: "oh boy. Sounds....fun? It doesn't sound fun. It sounds terrible"
Isaiah: âterrible is the correct answerâ
Faoust: "I'm sorry. You need any backup, just text me and I'll be there"
Isaiah: âhah, I mean I can easily kill every last one of them if I need to with one hand behind my backâ
Faoust: "I meant emotionally"
Emotionally. Isaiah hadnât expected that offer at all. This shit was his alone to come contend with, to try to make sense of, to wade through a tangled mess of feelings he didnât even know how to begin to put into words. HeâŚhe never would have thought Faoust would care how he was doing emotionally. Would want to help him be ok.
He doesnât know what to do with that.
Catâs wild fears were misplacedâIsaiah had only been lost, commonly lost, not permanently and eternally, and he makes it home around mid afternoon. She hears the familiar low rumble of the truck as Isaiah brings it as close as he can through the scattering of trees, and she peeks out the windows to make sure, really sure that itâs him and heâs there, breathing a sigh of relief when she can see him slipping out of the truck.
Isaiah is surprised to be caught in a one-armed hug when he comes through the door, and next thing he knows Cat has held him out in front of her, squeezing his shoulder.
âYou are alright?â she asks urgently.
Isaiah laughs a little and shakes his head. âOf course I am, I mean alright enough. Why wouldnât I be?â
Cat takes her hand back to pace away from him, chewing on her nail. âThe bastard god I am beholden to. He visited while you were awayâŚâ
This pulls Isaiah out of any self-reverie he may have been tempted towards ruminating in after being asked if he was alright. His features flash indignant. âWhat? Here?? Through my wards? Shit.â He puts a hand back to the frame of the door, feeling along the wards. âAre they not good enoughâŚ? Maybe I should ask Faoustââ
âItâs notâŚYour magic is..itâs nothing, to gods who obey whatever rules they likeâŚâ
Isaiah thinks for a moment before shaking his head. âNo, no thatâsâIâm not accepting that answer.â
Isaiah texts Faoust, mouth still creased in a frown as his thumbs punch across the screen.
Isaiah: âback in town. Hey do you know anything about protection from gods? Itâs for Catâ
Isaiah runs a hand through his hair, frustrated and refusing to accept the idea that for all his magic there might be nothing he can do. âThereâs got to be something. At the very least this bastard needs to stay the hell out of our house.â
Isaiah glances back down as his phone buzzes.
Faoust: "oof. Wish I did. I've got a god I need protecting from"
Isaiah: âah. Chaos isnât done with you?â
Faoust: "it told me I belong to it. I'm scared of what that might mean"
Isaiah is a little surprised at Faoust admitting to being afraid. To needing protection. And that his own reaction is to wish that there were something he could do to help protect him.
Faoust: "at any rate, I need to do more research on gods.â
Isaiah: âyeah. Chaos was pretty goddamn unsettling, by the way. I am not a fan. Let me know if I can helpâ
Faoust: "will do"
Faoust: "also, glad you're back"
Isaiah: â ;) me tooâ
Isaiah: âOhio sucksâ
Faoust: "nothing good in Ohio. Only one good thing came from ohio"
Isaiah: âastronauts?â
Faoust: "you, dumbass"
Isaiah: âI know ;) I just wanted to see you say itâ
Faoust: ":p"
Isaiah grins at his phone. Something nice about getting something as simple as a little face icon out of someone like Faoust. Isaiah is still not sure how to put into words all the strange things heâs feeling, but he does know that this? Talking to Faoust? He likes this. Isaiah agrees to come over to help research, to comb through whatever tomes Faoust has that might help them, and to strain the integrity of Faoustâs bed frame as much as possible.
They spend the night researching until they canât keep their eyes open. They spend the morning doing far more than researching, before fruitlessly hitting the books again. Eventually Isaiah returns home for the day, no wiser on anything he can do to help Cat, but he isnât discouraged. Theyâre wicked and vicious and clever, the two of them together, and surely eventually theyâll find something.
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A story comes with a neat and even bow, a happily or unhappily ever after wrapped up after enough words have come.
I would like to tell you Isaiah gets a happily ever after. I would like to tell you that seeing his mother for the last time brought him some sense of closure. That he felt like he had made the right decision, that there even was a right decision to be made.
I would like to tell you that in spite of the life he lives, and has lived, that he finds sometimes a space to allow himself soft, kind things. That he realizes deep in his subconscious, that he has been rejecting the idea of himself as being worthy of genuine affection. That he learns that he, too, can be loved.
I would like to say that in spite of the machinations of gods beyond his understanding, that Isaiah finds a way to keep the bastard out, to carve out a space for Cat that is safe and where nothing is lost.
But you and I both know that life is never so neat as all that.
- BREAK THOUGHTS -
#an ill-fitting name#My writing#original story#original work#original writing#original fiction#magic fiction#magic murderer#snippets#fictional murderer#bastard gods#fictional gods
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Sick
Raymond hadnât wanted to go into work that morning. He rarely felt that way as his job was a very important part of his life that he took incredibly seriously. However, that particular morning he had been awakened by his husband retching in the bathroom. He had mistaken him for a burglar and kicked down the door shouting that he was an officer which had led to a stressful situation for them both.Â
âIâm sorry.â Kevin was silent as Raymond apologized for the fifth time that day and Raymond geared up for another speech about mistakes and forgiveness and eternal love when Kevin pointed to his throat and made a slicing motion. âYou wish I were dead?â âMrrr.â Kevin replied unhelpfully, pushing his face into his pillow. âRymmnd.â âKevin just- oh, your throat is sore?â Kevin offered him a slow cap that Raymond thought was uncalled for. âIâm staying with you. You canât properly communicate. What if you need something? What if you fall and canât get up?â âMmmn.â âStop trying to speak!â His phone pinged and it was a text from Kevin. He was surprised as he hadnât seen his husband reach for his phone or type anything and yet he was staring at him with the eyes of a man considering murder.
Kevin Cozner PHD: I am still able bodied Raymond. Go to work, youâre needed.
âWork isnât my only obligation.â Furious texting from Kevin, his nails typing sharply away at his phone. âKevin youâre not going to change my mind on this.â
Twenty minutes and forty eloquently worded and biting messages later Raymond was in his car muttering to himself as Kevin waved from their bedroom window looking god awful but smug as hell. _____________ âCaptain, whatâs up with you? Youâve been super weird all day.â Raymond didnât look up at Peralta, instead continuing to alternate between doing paper work and searching multiple sites for instructions on how to win a text argument and how to convince someone they need help. âCaptain? Cap-i-tan? Cap-u-tan? C-dog? C-â âI donât believe my acting âsuper weirdâ is any of your business Peralta.â âBut every time youâre like this you kind of bring down the mood, you know?â âIâm sorry, am I 'cramping your styleâ? Am I not being fun enough for you? This is a precinct not some hooligan gaff about.â ââŚI mean isnât a precinct teechnically-â âLeave.â âOk ok ok cool cool cool cool.â Peralta nodded his head vigorously and left the office walking backwards. What an odd and irritating man. Sometimes he wished he had someone around to help him control Peraltaâs antics.
He went back to work for a full five minutes before the thought circled round again. Peralata. Thatâs what he needed. He got up immediately to seek the man out and found him in the break room with Amy and Gina (disappointing as they were all supposed to be working.) âHeeeey Captain.â Amy said in a high pitched voice, her eyes overcompensatingly wide. So they were gossiping, probably about him and his mood. âI know you are all wondering about the source of my odd mood today.â âWhaaaat, no?â Peralta said, his statement tilting upwards into a question. They were all so terrible at lying. âYou gonna spill the beans Captain?â Gina asked in an excited monotone (something he hadnât thought possible until Gina had spent over an hour in his office one day demonstrating how she has converted every known emotion into monotone)
âMy husband Kevin is home today as he is very sick. No, he doesnât have a terminal illness he has the flu or something similar.â He added after seeing the looks on all their faces. He was touched they cared so transparently. âI would like someone from the precinct to go check up on him, just for a bit. Please donât tell him I sent you, heâd be incredibly embarrassed.â
âI could-â Gina started but Holt quickly shot her down. Kevin and her seemed to get along well and he wouldnât be annoyed enough by her presence. âI need you here today Gina. There are a startling number of tasks that require yourâŚskills.â Gina nodded sagely and floated back over to her desk, voguing as she spun her chair in a circle. Holt watched her as Santiago suggested Terry or Boyle as Terry was amazing at mothering and Boyle could probably cook a simple soup. Raymond scoffed. âWe all know that Boyle would NOT cook a simple soup. He doesnât know the meaning. Heâd cook something with a tongue or a tentacle in it that wouldnât help with Kevinâs condition. I did ask Sargent Jeffords if heâd be up to the task but he politely informed me that he had his hands full withâŚthose two.â He gestured towards Hitchcock and Scully who were at that moment trying to eat a whole pizza theyâd rolled up and split in half. âTheyâve been like that all day.â And theyâd gotten the idea from him. âSoâŚI supposeâŚâ He tried to sound reluctant as he glanced at Peralta who was bursting at the seams.
âI can go Captain! Iâm not busy at all!â He chirped. Raymond made an assenting but displeased noise. âIs that a yes? Iâll assume it is! Donât worry captain thisâll be the best decision you never made!â And he was off, practically scrambling towards the elevator. He was nearly back in his office when Santiago stepped in front of him, blocking his path. âCaptain, may I go with him? Heâll cause more harm than good alone and weâre partners and-â He had stopped listening to her passionate plea to think. He had originally intended to pile a tedious amount of paperwork on her but he was rethinking that now. Santiago was ordinarily an extremely competent detective, one of the best. However when she was around him and his husband something happened to frazzle her, and a frazzled Santiago paired with an ordinary Peralta could spell the exact kind of disaster he needed. âYou may go Santiago.â Her eyes went wide and she began to thank him profusely. He pointed to the elevator. âPeralta will leave you if you donât hurry.â And just like that she was gone.
He waited until he was in the privacy of his office to chuckle darkly to himself. _______________________________ It took only fifteen minutes for the texts to come pouring in.
Kevin: Why are your detectives here? Did you send them? I told you Iâm fine.
Kevin: Peralta has broken one of our cups and cut himself trying to clean the mess.
Kevin: Santiago keeps trying to make me more comfortable. Iâm laying in a pit of pillows, I think she brought her own.
Kevin: Raymond.
Kevin: Peralta spilled a cup of tea on me, it was scalding. Iâve been assaulted. Are you feeling proud, Raymond?
Kevin: Santiago wonât stop apologizing.
Kevin: Raymond Kevin: Raymond Kevin: Raymnd
Voicemail from Detective Peralta: Hey Cap-u-tan everythingâs greeeaat umâŚ(Amy can be heard wailing in a faraway room) so Kevin locked himself in your bedroom and wonât come out so weâve kind of run out of ideas. Weâre uh, not giving up but he canât really respond so we dunno if heâs passed out, sleeping, or ignoring us. So maybe give us his number? Heâs been texting a lot. Amy tried to take his phone to get him to relax but heâs like suuper tall. AnywaysâŚeverythingâs great!
Kevin: Raymond I need you.
He got his coat. ________________ âI see everything is indeed "greatâ just as you said.â Raymond said sarcastically as he entered his home to find it looking like a tornado had ran through it. There was broken glass and blood on the counter and sink, Kevinâs favorite chair had a large spot of liquid splattered across it and there were piles of papers on the floor. Raymond had picked two up, they were both in Kevinâs writing. One said "GO AWAY.â In thick black marker underlined thrice and the other said âSantiago if you attempt to prevent me from talking to my husband it will be the last the thing you do. I am feverish and you are so terrifyingly small.â In neat script. Raymond almost smiled.
âThatâll be enough you two. Iâll be home for the rest of the day as you clearly cannot be trusted to look after Kevinâs well being for even a short amount of time. Go back to work.â After a chorus of 'sorry captainâ Peralta and Santiago left, arguing under their breath. Raymond needed to thank them somehow, send them a fruit basket. He quickly made the journey upstairs and knocked on their bedroom door. âKevin? Itâs me.â He waited for a single moment before taking out the mini lock picking set heâd borrowed from Gina (why she had such a thing he had no idea) and opening the door himself. âKevin?â He was slightly panicked that his husband had passed out as Peralta suggested but he found him in bed sleeping, one arm where Raymond would usually sleep and the other clutching a phone close to his chest. Raymond breathed a sigh of relief and went into their bathroom to wash his hands before taking the phone from Kevin and placing it on their nightstand. His husband opened his eyes as if panicked but calmed immediately at the sight of Raymondâs face. âMm.â He hummed and Raymond could tell there was no intention to speak behind it. âAre you alright?â Kevin nodded and yawned, looking ready to sit up. âNo, no, Iâm here now. What can I get you?â Kevin fetched his phone.
Kevin Cozner PHD: Tea would be much appreciated. Kevin Cozner PHD: However, I donât appreciate you siccing your goons out on me.
âIâm sorry Kevin. I just wanted to make sure you were taken care of. And I admit I was a bit hurt that you didnât want for me to stay with youâŚI didnât know theyâd be so totally ineffective.â
Kevin Cozner PHD: I didnât want you to stay with me because I didnât think youâd like it and I didnât feel I needed it. Your work is very important to you and I didnât want to confine you here for no reason. If I really felt I needed you I would have called you back, the same way I did just now to clear those animals out of our house.
He was typing slowly, not rushed, wanting to get the words right. Raymond didnât want to interrupt but he had to comment. âEven if work is important to me itâs not as important as you, Kevin.â Kevin smiled and Raymond was glad he said it.
Kevin Cozner PHD: Next time letâs talk about this. We can both get caught up in the competition, in who can hold out in a painful situation the longest. Sometimes we forget that we can just, talk. Itâs easy to do when things are fine but we both handle stressful situations by retreating into ourselves, by shutting people out. We need to be there for each other and accept each otherâs help. I know you love me Raymond and I love you the same but I canât help but think you shouldnât have to feel that your only option to get me to seek help from you is sending two bumbling detectives to destroy our house. And I shouldnât have to feel that my being sick is an inconvenience to you. We need to communicate more, understand?
Raymond nodded slowly while reading and at the end he wrapped Kevin in a hug despite his sickly protests. When he let go he said âyour fever is way too high, youâre burning up.â Kevin nods. âYouâre burning up and you still wrote all that so eloquently?â Another nod. âKevin Cozner, I think I may be in love with you.â Kevin raised one eyebrow and texted him again.
Kevin Cozner PHD: Then as your first act of love fetch me tea, please.
Raymond nodded and first ran a washcloth under cold water to put on Kevinâs forehead. His husband accepted it without complaint, smiling softly. Raymond watched him for a minute before turning the lights to dim and heading downstairs to make his favorite tea.
#I WROTE THIS ALL AT LIKE 3 AM AND DIDN'T SPELL CHECK#Why did I write so much?? I normally get tired after five paragraphs#so this is probably ooc and odd??#but I tried and that's the main thing#my fanfiction#my writing#kevin cozner#raymond holt#holt x kevin
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