#im currently trying to see who else i can draw

[duckieduccss]

Titanosaurus✨✨

Here’s some art i did of making my own version of titanousaurus. Mostly staying the same with some parts while also adding/changing a few stuff here n there. (It was a fun challenge). When first looking at the original design, the fins did admittedly remind me of more “aquatic” (tho i cant really recall if they themselves were related to any of that). But i thought that in my version, they could have possible ties to being related. Like being able to survive in both water & on land (a mix of both). They definitely like to show off their ability to attack from their sharper claws & instincts against other opponents/kaiju. On top of making sure they look their absolute best ^^

I also tried out something different in layout for my art (im still trying to see if i like it or not ^^::)

[Happy to have drawn him :) ]

[screams-of-the-damned84]

(flops on stage) i now present to you my very silly swap au,,,

essentially jasper is now the co-leader of the society who was bitten by a werewolf and is trying to hide it, jekyll is the uni student who got kicked out due to his experiments and then picked up off the streets, etc. jasper and rachel can’t communicate and jekyll and lanyon are living the world’s weirdest horror romcom you’ve ever seen. more info under cut hehe (feat. bad explanations and doodles)

in simpler terms, jekyll and lanyon swap narrative positions (?? is that the right term) with jasper and rachel respectively. (lanyons and rachels swap doesn’t technically work as well as Jekyll’s and jaspers does but shhhhh). Frankenstein becomes the mad scientist that attacks the society and moreau becomes jaspers idol.

longer explanation but WARNING!! it is 3am when i am typing this and i am terrible at explaining. it may be slightly incomprehensible.

so like jasper and rachel founded the society after jasper publishes his research and gets semi famous. two years before current events jasper is out on a research venture and gets bitten by a werewolf. he doesn’t want to scare rachel or the lodgers so he keeps it a secret (to his own detriment). flash forward to now and jasper gets a call to investigate a “creature” terrorizing the streets of london only to find hyde.

before jasper can process the dumpster man he is looking at hyde transforms back into jekyll. jekyll explains that while trying to prove his theory of spiritual alchemy at his university he may or may not have split his own soul. and got kicked out. and is now living on the streets.

jasper, not really knowing what else to do and kinda relating to the poor guy, takes him back to the society. he introduces his co-leader rachel, who pretty much keeps this entire thing up and running. (rachel and jekyll still become friends but she especially takes to hyde. that little brother shaped hole in her heart is still very much present!) then theres the lodgers (idk how they all swap) and then there’s lanyon, a university student at the society because it was mandatory for one of his courses. he is not enjoying it and would very much rather be breaking boy’s hearts back at school. lucky for him tho, there’s jekyll!

this goes about as well as you would expect. lanyon then spends the rest of his stay at the society trying to understand (and woo) the conundrum that is jekyll and hyde. it’s very fluffy and they learn to communicate like jasper and rachel in canon (yippee!)

unfortunately for jasper and rachel, they have been playing the “just friends” game for the last decade. im having a bit of trouble trying to flesh out swap rachel so i don’t really know if she’s in a lavender marriage like canon lanyon is or is estranged/divorced or just single but whatever the case is she likes jasper but thinks he just sees her as a friend while jasper is madly in love with her and is too scared to tell her. this problem has only worsened since jasper got bitten. everyone else tho is aware of how they feel about each other and are stuck witnessing their tortuously long slow burn.

(hyde and lanyon at some point probably come up with a scheme to try and get them to confess. it goes horribly wrong.)

so yeah. this au has been floating around in my head ever since i read the comic for the first time. it mainly came to be because of how well jasper and jekyll parallel each other and because i wanted to draw stupid fluff and older jasper lol.

if anyone has any ideas/questions/etc TELL ME!!!!! this is just a rough idea if you have a better concept go for it awhdvgevd

[etheralisi]

I’ve been thinking about in-universe media so. Heh. Why don’t we tumblrify the ending of the rottmnt movie

Update: here’s part 2 and 3+3.5

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Wtf??? Where do you live?

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You can’t just ask someone where they live

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op must be from new york. i’ve been trying to text my sister who lives there all day and when she finally gets back to me, it’s to send me a photo of her being chased by some weird??? fleshy???? car? i think the pink stuff was growing inside of it?

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The hell is happening in your city?

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The end of the world

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Where else would you learn that?

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Alien invasion???? This is not how Jupiter Jim said it would go

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So who had alien invasion on the 2020 apocalypse bingo card

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At this point no one is surprised 

#give it two months. somehow something will find a way to top this

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I lived bitch

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Context?

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No ✨

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Sorry everyone  ::> ︵ <:: No more art until my hands are healed up. Doctor’s orders

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Are you okay? 🥺🥺💞

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♡ ♡ Achy. But I realllllly want to drawwwwwww

#I have so many ideas right now #currently trying and failing to draw with feet #but I am determined 

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Time to storm Area 51 again

#they can’t stop all of us #look I just want to see aliens in person okay #if they can’t invade my city then what’s the point #I know they have to be keeping some of those pink blobs in there

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Hello

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JUNIOR! HELLO

I SEE YOU HAVE DISCOVERED THE INTERNET

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It’s Sensei’s fault

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#I?????? #don’t just look at me it was purple too

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I smell the scent of betrayal in the air.

#not science posting #blue I’m looking at you

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You are a time traveller sent back to stop the apocalypse before it ever began. Only problem is: you aren’t sent back far enough.

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Relatable 

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Umm???

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Day 3667 of me posting: no

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Wow this blog is dedicated

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Why do aliens always invade NYC? What’s so special? Why don’t they ever invade Las Vegas huh? What about Boston? Where are my aliens in D.C? So many cities and you’re telling me they chose New York? If aliens really did invade I bet you they wouldn’t even come near it

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This post… aged

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Pay up op

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there’s something weird going on in this city. remember that time at the stadium? suddenly it’s a free for all on world domination i swear

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I thought the whole stadium thing was a publicity stunt

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I thought that was a rogue cosplayer 

#for real though. What even happened to them?

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Wow. So tumblr thinks it can gaslight me int thinking aliens exits huh? Well think again

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Stop bringing up my username. You know im right

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NO, MY KEYBOARD IS NOT STUCK LIKE THIS. EVERY LETTER I TYPE IS AS IT IS MEANT TO BE SAID. WITH PURPOSE AND VOLUME.

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IF MY USERNAME COULD BE IN CAPITALS YOU KNOW IT WOULD BE 

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I can help with this

#give me one minute and some flavourless juice

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My apartment was almost flattened by a giant freakin robot a few years back. And now aliens????? I’m moving

#guys I’m just. So. Done with all of this

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So did the aliens just up and leave? What’s the story here?

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There have been various sightings of lights across the sky. I have not been able to find any reliable sources on the cause, but the general consensus is the lights pushed the aliens back where they came from. 

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This photo of some person swinging around the city has been making rounds on twitter

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Pretty lights and vigilantes? 

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So what are we calling these aliens? They need a cool, alien sounding name ‘cuz all I’ve been seeing around is ‘land squids’, ‘brain goop’ and shoutout to that one discord user who used the words ‘pink gelatinous parsnip’ to describe them.

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Have they ever seen a parsnip before?

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What about Utroms? They kinda look like the aliens from Jupiter Jim’s Last Trip to the Moon 9

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Isn’t your fandom super dead?

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Say that to our 80+ movies. Your faves could never 

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Fandom still going strong 💪 

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Why does everyone keep on calling them aliens? Are we sure they’re not just failed government test subjects? Haven’t there been mutant sightings in NYC before?

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Sorry, mutants???

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#so far 3 votes for Utroms and 22 for parsnips #sigh

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Children are terrifying 

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Was walking back from work, and I was like nearly home right? I turn a corner and there: a sea of cheering girl scouts. Who are they cheering on you ask? Their… cult (?) leader? Tearing one of those aliens apart with her bare hands. And the kids are just laughing and some are even joining in? They must have nerves of steel

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Woah

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@  HOCKEYORDEATH Hey look at this

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Oh 

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Two can play at this game

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Jk ☀️☀️☀️

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Then make another one?

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Gasp. And leave behind a username such as this? I’m attached.

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What about your sister?

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Favouritism 

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Whoever you heroes are

Thank you.  

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[choccy-milky]

(SPOILER WARNING to people who haven't read your story) I SWEAR to GOD!!!! This is borderline anon-hate with my current state of mind after finishing The Raven and The Snake over this weekend. I finished it in two days. I'm a mess. I've even started making a playlist because I feel like I can't properly enter reality again. I'm supposed to be writing my bachelors thesis right now,,,, what have you done to me!!!!

I loved it so so so much, and I am very mad I cannot have a collectors edition hardback version of it on my shelf. There are many many moments that keep replaying in my head, and scenes that I saw so vividly when reading through it. The first imperio moment and Sebs shadow and imperio-green eyes as Clora was held captive, and the entire scene in the repository and how I was physically shaking as I slowly realised that Seb had made a fucking horcrux, and when it was CONFIRMED the GASP i GUSPED. It was so perfect, and so very Sebastian; because OF COURSE he made a horcrux (lowkey hot, sue me).

And the scene where Clive realised Seb straight up just died for his daughter without knowing he would be back, oh my dear lord.

And the idea of Seb being seen as a 'Ruffian' and that little mamas boi bitch of a Henry thinking his hand-me-down-riches, muggle ass would be preferable to a powerful wizard. I secretly wished they didn't have to keep magic a secret so Henry could have known just how inferior he was. AND SEB APPARATING SO FAR UMPH the skilllll.

I could go on and on and on, and maybe I will some other time in your inbox when I have another mental breakdown.

And now I'm also almost done with the small sequel. Just taking a break to bombard you with this unhinged message of mine. And how you draw Sebastian is so fucking good. It's actually what got me reading in the first place. I see your version as being in a completely separate universe from the game, cause the way you draw him just has that something, and it's not the same anywhere else. It certainly doesn't help my obsession that my own boyfriend has the same features and colour palette as him, now I think I might even use your art as inspo for next time we need wardrobe additions.

I love you and I hate you.

Ps. Of course I added Sarah Smiles to the playlist and also Far too young to Die, and Just One Yesterday. If you've any other songs you think match please let me knowww~~

BRUHHHHH I ALMOST FEEL NARCISSISTIC FOR POSTING/RESPONDING TO THIS ASK BC ITS JUST PRAISE BUT DAMN THANK YOU SO MUCH😭😭😭😭IM HAPPY YOU LIKED IT SO MUCH!! FORGET WRITING YOUR BACHELORS THESIS, TY FOR WRITING A THESIS ON WHY U LOVED MY FIC SO MUCH AND ALL THE LIL THINGS U ENJOYED BAHAHAHA (love the henry slander) im also glad u like how i draw seb too, and i love how thats what made u start reading it in the first place BAHAH but fr, sometimes i try drawing seb more accurately to his ACTUAL appearance and then im like... Who The Hell is this... and it may sound arrogant since im the artist but my seb is MY seb, yknow...its why i dont like drawing him with other mc's romantically. bc even tho its like, oh look, that's Sebastian Sallow™ from the hit game Hogwarts Legacy™! in my style if i draw him with another MC, its like, NO!!! THATS NOT SEBASTIAN SALLOW™, THATS CLORA'S HUSBAND🤺🤺THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING BOI??🤺🤺🤺 LMAOO but rly TY AGAIN💖💖💖 not only for reading but also taking the time to write all this and let me know how much you enjoyed it🥹🥹i (and all writers, really) always love getting stuff like this!! it also brings me back to when i was writing it, especially now that ive been finished with my fic for a few months, listening to u react to all the diff scenes is making me miss it and giving me nostalgia for my own damn fic FRRR😩 also i love that youre making a playlist LMAOO thats how u know the brainrot truly has a hold on you IM SO SORRY🙏🙏 i actually made a seb and clora playlist like last year and its somewhere in my ask tag if you look through that?? but one song that i can recommend off the top of my head (which i almost made their anthem in that OTP chart) is arms tonite by mother mother...whenever i listen to it i cant help but laugh to myself bc its SO perfect for the chap where seb sacrifices himself....YOULL SEE WHEN U LISTEN😇💖

[youredreamingofroo]

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Whew,,, I finally finished these! Thank you @elderwisp / @elksun / @living-undead / @dejasenti99 AND @yukikocloud FOR THE TAGS!!!! Holy wow :0

Tagging :

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plus anyone else who wants to do this! Also feel free to ignore esp if you've alr done this, idk who has and hasn't im sorry 😭😭

// Extras under the cut - below is very long, so open w/ caution if you don't wanna scroll a lot 😭

This has taken the piss outta me (albeit fun), so i'm kinda just gonna explain how I think the featured line in particular is akin to the OC/Ship and not the entire song... as much as I'd love to 😭 Also it's just SUPER hard (for me) to find songs that I relate to my OCs, lyrics as well so skdjhnsjk

Roo's Song Oil & Water by Origami Button "When did I become like the ones I never thought I'd welcome in my home"

The above line in particular is quite literally Roo in the current story/character arc- He's looking at himself from a third person view and going "Oh. I am what I hate." He's looking at his old self, in college, and how he treated Leo, to now, looking at his present self and seeing the way he creeps on Leo, how he clings to him despite being several states over. Roo looks at the progression of his stalker-ish behavior, his obsession, how it went from just general clinginess that Leo could bear, to something completely unbearable after 7 years of no contact, it saddens him. So taking it quite literally, if he was at his own door and he knew how awful he was, he would slam the door on himself. A painful self reflection for him :')

Leo's Song Truth or Dare by Ricky Montgomery "Hiding in the closet, trying not to vomit, didn't even want it"

The entire first verse for this song can be applicable to Leo. As a teenager (15-16), Leo went HEAVY on drugs as a form of escapism from his parents, of course they'd always find him and get on his ass HARD for doing that shit. After a while of being sober, Leo started going to house parties, great idea- Flash forward to his third house party, and he finally cut his year long sober streak for drugs. as many as he could fit in his body. He had terrible influences around him so they encouraged him to do this shit, it didn't take long for his body to feel the god awful effects of taking so many drugs, so he ended up in the bathroom for a while- He tried to hold back the vomit because he was,,, partially enjoying his high, but he couldn't hold it back for long and ended up passing out, but not before nearly gutting himself from vomiting so much. Cut forward in time, and people got worried, bashed open the bathroom door and found Leo's unconscious body slumped over the toilet 🙃 Obv he came out fine, but it's a major moment in his life, because looking back on it, he realizes that wasn't what he wanted, he just wanted attention, he wanted to be cool, he wanted to be rebellious, but he didn't want to (nearly) kill himself. The render isn't one-to-one with the situation, but the lyrics are accurate so :3

Onia's Song Bloodstream by Soccer Mommy Scene used in render "Now a river runs red from my knuckles into the sink and there's a pale girl staring through the mirror at me"

Overall, the song talks about how the artist (Soccer Mommy) has lost her childhood innocence and how she wants to go back to her childhood and putting Onia's Sheep in Wolf's clothing motif aside, Onia misses being a child, and misses not knowing the pain and burden of being the complete opposite of what her parents wanted, so she spirals over this a lot, and like the lyrics say, "a river runs red from my knuckles into the sink," She tends to lean towards harming herself, in this case, her hands, and her knuckles- I can't draw or simulate blood in either blender or GIMP, so the red light is supposed to simulate the blood-sodden sink that she's standing over, and of course, "pale girl," is Onia, she's staring at herself, but additionally I like to think she's staring past the mirror, or staring through it (wink wink), she's spacing out and thinking about who she should've been, or who she could've been.

Hero's Song Following Eyes by Soccer Mommy "An awful feeling started creeping over me and what I saw was like no horror I had seen"

I'm keeping this short and sweet. It's not easy to find a song (that I like) that's about being haunted or cursed so. I had to re-use her song from her intro post, which isn't bad, but I did hope to find a new song kdsjhnsjk Anyways. Hero's cursed, pretty much anywhere she goes, she is forced to perceive ~the horrors~, sometimes she's forced into a blank space, a void (SOMETIMES,,, not a lot,,, rarely moreso), where she'll be tormented for who even knows how long, this moment in particular, she was walking along this catwalk in the dark, she eventually felt something that felt similar to someone dragging their fingers up your spine, in a moment of fear, she turned around and just. saw. She looked onto this,,, being, what she saw was "like no horror I had seen,,," Although to be fair, the creature isn't all that horrifying (which in my defense.. I'm a blender novice so </333)

The Hiraeth Song Nomu by Good Kid "Four eyes entwined draw four separate lines and none of them point to you"

I think this song overall is a perfect example of Roo and Leo's relationship both after Leo's confession and after Roo tried to reconnect with Leo. After Leo confessed, he tried to keep their relationship going, but it didn't work out, so he gave up (Roo didn't realize Leo was pulling such a weight and he just let their friendship fall out) After Roo tried to reconnect (aka the CURRENT storyline), Roo has been trying to keep things together and has been trying to make things work, but Leo has long-since given up on their friendship as a whole. Now in terms of the lyric above; Post-Confession, every conversation they had together would not be the same, they couldn't look each other in the eyes, their eyes would connect momentarily and separate almost immediately; Nowadays, if they WERE to be living together or near each other, they just would NOT be able to talk to each other, because Leo would be fed up with Roo and trying to avoid as much eye contact and general verbal+physical contact as possible with him. Roo, on the other hand, is just terrible with eye contact so he would have a terrible time trying to engage in eye contact with Leo.

The Ithanel / It's All Wrong Song From Eden by Hozier "Babe there's something broken about this but I might be hoping about this oh what a sin"

Ithuriel and Nanel's entire relationship is inherently toxic, they are not toxic to each other, but the underlying (or moreso, the OVERWHELMING OVERLYING) dangers of this relationship makes it toxic, broken in a way. Nanel risks her life going to see Ithuriel outside of work-related interactions and Ithuriel risks her life by just. seeing, talking to and loving Nanel. Whether they know (they do) or care (they dont) about these dangers, they still want this relationship, they live on, literal, prayers that they are not caught and that they can continue to love each other in peace, but overall, their relationship, in the eyes of the heavenly council (ehhh W.I.P term for IAW lore stuff), is a sin, and nothing but a sin.

Ithuriel's Song What You Mean by Rome Hero Foxes "Cause every little god damn thing you do makes me wanna get close to you"

The lyrics speak for themselves... Ithuriel is very dedicated to Nanel, and literally every waking moment of seeing and knowing Nanel drives Ithuriel up the walls because she loves her so much.

Nanel's Song Future Me Hates Me by The Beths "It's getting dangerous, I could get hurt, I know, I've counted up the cons, they far outweight the pros."

This is semi-foreshadowing, but Nanel knows that her and Ithuriel's relationship is forbidden, wrong (not cuz its gay necessarily,, 😭), and the way Ithuriel's heavenly role works means that their relationship status and every interaction outside of a required interaction is a risky game of one or both of them being punished and sentenced to death. But ! Nanel loves Ithuriel wayyyy too much to let how insanely dangerous their relationship is to get in the way of them loving and being with e/o.

Nirvana's Song 1999 by Beabadoobee "And I'm not wasting time again, closure instead of s^x, and I'm not wasting time again" Idk if I need to censor s^x but i am justttt in case...

Oof, Nirvana... Nirvana has always been sxually active, she's always had one-night-stands with other men, she's tried to continue things after that ONS, but it never works, she's tried to have relationships with women, but they just use her for s^x. She's tired of wasting time with people who just want her for her body, she's tired of s^x, she just wants, well, closure, she wants someone who will love her for her, she wants a relationship without s^x, or at least isn't s^x-focused, she just wants to know someone will love her past her body. Although aforementioned is all just a habit so she will unfortunately end up right back where she started and continue this uncomfortable and sad spiral.

[rqbossman]

Hello Mr Bossman! (and possibly anyone else who reads this)

Its an honour to be here, I have a few questions. First i appologise for the long paragraph, you may dismiss it for the questions at the bottom. For context, i am here after finishing TMA and being up to date with TMAP, i then went over and listened to RQG, and have just finished listening to Epilogue 3 and might i just say, good sir I am grateful for your podcasts. I am currently just a few months away from my final exams of High School, and as someone who even just 1 year ago was very lost, struggling with school and being just overwhelmed. TMA isnt exactly comforting, but the characters and plot managed to serve as a good form of escapism while sorting myself out. I found my self engaging more in creative things that i had originally put aside in favour of maths and science (which i hated but thought i needed to do). I started drawing again, even if just fanart. and i found things going well. By finding podcasts, story telling and these communities have helped me in my own understanding of what i want in life. I got an ADHD diagnosis earlier this year, and almost directly after started RQG and as my first hyperfixation (that i was aware of as an hyperfixation) gosh dang it hit hard. (in a good way). Ive been able to do so much more creative writing and drawings, and got re-involved with a small dnd group with some friends who i played one game with almost 4 years ago now. So overall, inspirational sounds cringe, but it was. Im doing my best with the upcoming exams, but trying to get in to Medicine is not my only prority, and the fact ive been re-introduced to my first love (Literature and story telling), im planning to go do an Arts degree and i know i wouldnt have been able to confidently make this decision, or even have survived this long in the school system without the work you and your coworkers do. Now the sap is out of the way, Question time! (if you could answer even just one of these questions it would be so cool)(they go in order of RQ relevant to random stuff)(dont feel pressured to answer all/any. i know i wrote alot): 1. what would you say is the best way to draft out a long-form story. (with "Erasing the Line" as an example) Did you start at the end, with the links to the overarching plot.

2. When working with the players (in a form of TTRPG), what did you do to make sure you didnt miss relevant timing of plot points/ avoid creating spoilers while still giving enough detail?

3. What are good places to start with making a job out of storytelling/voice acting/audio etc. In the case of RQ, how is this a job and where do i sign up please! /j (what i mean is, how is best way/how did you find all the people involved and was there a common path that you were all on before getting to where you are now?) 4. Do you have recommendations for Terry Pratchett Books, i may be an literary-leaning student, but it seems i have never actually properly read any of his books. so where is best place to start?/What did you read first?

5. Similar authors or similar inspirations? Did you have a favourite podcast you listen to in your free time that you havnt had a hand in producing/directing/working on. 6. Favourite song/album/artist. And more specifically, what you like listening to in background when doing either writing or (for ttrpg) character research/game planing. 7. Since the olympics are on at the moment, what has been your favourite sport to watch, if you have been watching at all. Thank you for your time :)

Thankyou for all the kind words. Knowing our work is helping people really keeps our engines fired up. Let's see if I can't answer your questions: 1. I "sandbox" which is where I just shove everything I can think of into an unorganised bullet point list. Characters, setting, plot, all of it in one big mess. Then I decide what type of story you want to tell, copy and paste to a new document and then start to organise the thoughts (with the sandbox on standby if new stuff comes in I don't know what to do with). I think of it like scultping, you cut away bits and reshape until something comes out the other end that is story shaped. Only then do I attempt to build the sandcastle and put something coherant together like a synopsis or scratch draft etc.

2. Very tricky. I did a complete review and update of all notes after each recording session and don't forget the audio eas edited. I made lots of gaffs that you never heard as audience.

3. I contacted anyone I could convince to take part and just proved I was serious by overworking. I don't reccomend that route. Unfortunately it really is "who" you know. That doesn't mean chase established professionals as much as it means you need to get out there and associate with other up-and-comers who match your vibe. For me the route was long and windy and not a particularly good example. 4. I normally recommend people do not read his books in publication order. Don't get me wrong, its wonderful watching his craft grow from one title to the next but I would recommend new readers tip their toe into his later works to see if they like where he ended up before committing the time. I often recommend 'Monstrous Regiment' as people's first one. My favourite though is 'Thief of Time.'

5. I don't get much time to listen to podcasts in the last couple of years. I used to listen to a lot of non fiction. 'Stuff you Should Know' and that ilk. I also read a fair amount of classic YA fiction to unwind (Windinsger trilogy, Bartimeous, stuff like that.) 6. Paul Simon's Graceland but when working I assemble a playlist for each seperate project that is tonally appropriate. If I really need to focus I listen to Classical Minimalism. Or the Old School Runescape soundtrack. I'm allowed to be ecclectic. 7. I am actually in an incredibly busy work crunch at the moment so haven't seen any of it!

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prankSTAR!!✨✨✨

Hayeli from @mellosdrawings and Akanda & Akedya form @rakiah

Hayeli, Akanda an Akedya sit at the lunch table disgussing something very very important.

"Listen up we've decided to add to our ranks!"

"currently there is three of us that's an odd number aka bad luck"

"i have enough of that as is we don't need to add to it, you brought this up which means you two already have someone in mind don't you?" Hayeli says already mimicking there movements

"hehe~" they both laughed

"indeed we do~ take a look behind us"

on the table behind the twins Lilith was eating mac & cheese with Grim.

"Grim would be funny but isn't he prone to lighting most things on fire?"

"no no not Grim Lilith!"

"the child? Vil mentioned her once hmm what was it he said? well if i can't remember it's probably not important, anyway isn't she rather young to be a prankster?"

"no way thats the perfect age to start! we started as pranksters at a young age, just think by the time she is our age Lilith could be a master prankster"

"kids are very impressionable we butter her up an the skies the limit!"

"i see what you mean but what about Grim? I've heard he's very protective of his 'henchmen' as he calls her"

"don't worry we already have a plan for him!"

"a prank to start off this prank adventure!"

---

Akanda & Akedya preemptively bought cans of tuna an put them in a spaced out line that lead right back to ramshackle. surely no one would actually fall for this-

Grim started tracking the cans down immediately ditching Lilith.

"looky what we have here~" Akanda, Akedya and Hayeli circle Lilith in a teasing manner though not a malicious one.

"i believe it is our new up coming prankstar!!"

"it's the Aka's"

"oh does though already know of our reparation!?" this could put a wrench in there plan.

"no we've never spoken but Vil mentioned you before....sorry i can't pronounce your name right"

"fear not little star drop!" Hayeli says with all the enthusiasm one could have talking to a 7 year old. "names shames thats not important right now whats important is that like my friends have just said we've come to help you become the best prankster ever!"

"prankstarrrr prankst....." Lilith furrowed her brow she was trying to say it right "Prank-ster!" the three of them clapped when she said it right

"i don't know what that is"

"that is why we're here! to show you the way!"

"we promise you will have a blast!"

"that's right a bunch of fun, you like having fun don't you?"

"yes of course! who doesn't!?"

hook line an sinker they got there prize Lilith now the pranking has started. or at least that was there plan just some innocent pranks.

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"this first prank is an easy one!" they hand Lilith a sliced lemon "ok squeeze this lemon into that students drink when he's not looking!"

"why?"

"...it will be funny trust us"

"I'll try!" Lilith walked over the student couldn't really not notice her

"can i help you?"

Lilith froze for a second "um your not supposed to look!"

Akanda, Akedya and Hayeli all collectively face palmed

the student chuckled a bit an playfully covered his eyes an Lilith squeezed the lemon into the drink. "ok im done thank you!" as she walked off the students friend told him what happened he still drank it anyway after all he wanted to make Lilith happy for trying.

"i did it!"

"....."

"...."

"...."

"did i do something wrong?"

"nya? no you did fine...uh lets try something else!"

they moved to the next location

"ok this will be another easy one are you ready?"

"yes!" she still pumped even though she doesn't quite understand how pranks are supposed to work.

"this corner is famous so many blind spots even rook avoids it! when you hear someone coming jump out an make the loudest noise you can think of!" this time they weren't expecting anything crazy but there was no way to fail such an easy prank.

Lilith waited by the corner patiently hearing footsteps draw closer she jumped out "BOO!" the man in question shrieked so loud it scared Lilith she lost her balance an fell over.

the man in question was idia, the Twins an Hayeli were giving Lilith thumbs up. Lilith got back up an went over to idia "are you hurt? it was supposed to be an easy prank!" she wasn't supposed to say that part out loud

"o-oh u-h good job? i-" before Idia could finish his sentence Akanda grabbed Lilith an ran though it was so fast Idia couldn't processes who it was.

---

"this prank is a bit hardcore an you'll need one of us to help you but if we pull it off it'll be the best nya~"

"no ones gonna get hurt this time?"

"nope! promise!"

Lilith hold out her pinkie the twins were staring blankly for a moment not sure why she was doing that. Then Hayeli lifted out his pinkie an shook Lilith's.

"promise~"

Lilith beamed "ok!! what are we doing!?"

---

Lilith an Hayeli snuck into Leona's room as the Twins were in a vantage point to be look outs. the plan was easy tie a bucket of water to the door an water would rain on Leona when he came in.

"looks pretty high up"

"don't worry ive been practicing!" before Hayeli could ask what she meant Lilith started thinking happy thoughts start to glow an float up.

"looks like you didn't need me after all-"

"um....i don't know how to tie knots"

"oh uh give me a sec Kaleidoscope Divine~" Hayeli started glowing an floating just like Lilith though just before he could even start to do the tie the door swung open but instead of a splash of water the bucket full of water slammed into Leona's head.

you would think Hayeli was in track in field with the speed he grabbed Lilith an ran leaving trails of dust behind him. the twins met up with him an they met over behind Sams shop.

"why did we go here?"

"we need to bribe her with sweets so she doesn't snitch"

Lilith is in shock she couldn't fully processes everything that had occurred though while the twins an Hayeli were trying to hatch a plan a shadow covers Lilith.

"OI!" the voice made Lilith look up it was her worst fear at that moment it was Leona holding an ice pack to his head "what do you have to say for yourself herbivore!"

"...waaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!" Lilith started uncontrollably crying "I-I-I'M SORRRRRYYYYY WAAAAAAAAAA"

"OI I'm the one whose injured here don't start crying!"

Akanda, Akedya and Hayeli were slowly stepping back trying not to make noise. though backed right into the chest of the last person they needed to see that day.

"just where do you think you three are going?" it was Vil undenounced to them it wasn't just Leona who had spilled the beans on there shenagins but Grim an Idia to. "if i recall i asked you three to never involve Lilith in your trouble she is far to sweet for the pranks you pull"

Hayeli smacks his fist into his flat palm "OOOOH thats what you said!" he knew he'd remember eventually.

Hayeli, Akanda an Akedya got detention an Lilith had a 5 minute time out an had to write an apology letter to Leona.

[oopsitszuli]

"And At Last, I See The Light." -Sanemi Shinazugawa x FEM!Reader.

Authors note: And we're back!! Im so excited to be writing non-work-related content again and I hope this first fic back is an enjoyable one! I love Sanemi and I also love his little detail of having lost his ability to see color and regaining it after the events of the final arc in the manga! So I got to thinking and thought of a scenario where someone else kickstarted his heart once again. Also as always, reposts and likes are GREATLY appreciated!!

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of Sanemi's backstory.

Word Count: 3.3k words.

No mentions of skin tone, hair color, or eye color!

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Training was always difficult, whether being a Mizunoto or a Hashira, but in recent weeks it seems the world was working against the demon slayer corps. Relentless training was going into every corps member despite the few results they were seeing. Everyone was on edge on top of the training, for they all had no clue when the next sign of upper moon demons would appear before them. Wake up, eat, train, try to unlock a slayer mark, sleep, and do it all again. That was all life seemed to be. Rather, that’s all life was to Sanemi. 

His day was a constant repeat, with no variation and certainly no thrill. Waking up minutes before another greyscale sunrise, ignoring breakfast in favor of squeezing in a lone training session before dealing with his newest group of bratty teenagers, and ending the day at a meeting with the other Hashira where they all continued to complain about being unable to unlock marks.  ‘How did Kamado do it?’ and ‘Maybe Tanjiro, Mitsuri, and Tokito can help unlock other marks!’ These were the only statements made in those hour-long meetings. And Sanemi would be the first to admit that it made him want to stab his eardrums out. The Kamados had some benevolent god in their corner, and the other two were freakishly powerful despite their smaller statures, yet he was the only one who seemed to notice it. 

The wind Hashira let out a disgruntled sigh as he walked down the cobblestone stairs leading to a lone Soba restaurant only a few miles from his estate. It was one of his favorite places to frequent, though he would never utter that sentiment to another being for as long as he lived. Some people liked eating in the company of others, but it seemed he wasn’t born with the right of a friend to have dinner with. He used to love eating with Masachika or Kanae, but the gods didn’t like seeing someone with the last name Shinazugawa being happy, so they took them away. They took everything away. His friends, his family, and his color were no longer his. Instead, they were playthings for a higher being who took pleasure in seeing him miserable. 

Sanemi stiffened as a crisp gust of wind brushed through his spiky hair, drawing the man from his thoughts with little effort. His eyes raised from the ground as he took in the world around him. Age-old ginkgo and wisteria trees surrounded the Hashira, their leaves swaying softly in the breeze, filling his nose with the sweet scent of the flowers belonging to the trees.  He looked to his left, shielding his eyes as he was met with the light of the current setting sun; Sanemi looked away swiftly. He was sure it was a stunning sunset just by how bright it was. Maybe tonight it would be pink, or orange, maybe even purple. But it didn’t matter; to him, it was all grey. Everything was always grey and grim, and it always would be. Sanemi had accepted that fate from the moment his mother lay limp at his feet. He would never see color again, and he would never know the peace he witnessed others gain so simply. That was his burden, and it was one he carried with no argument. 

“Shinazugawa!” A sudden voice called out from behind him, “Shinazugawa, is that you? What are you doing?” Sanemi didn’t need to turn around to know who that voice belonged to. It was a sweet voice, singsongy and perfectly pitched, and it could only belong to the one person in the demon slayer corps Sanemi had come to slightly tolerate. The flower Hashira, (Y/n) (L/n). He didn’t look over his shoulder as he heard her footsteps bounding towards him, and frankly, he couldn’t bring himself to try and shoo her off. He wondered if it was the part of him that still regretted their first meeting and how he had so brashly proclaimed that she would never take Kanae’s place and that if (L/n) knew what was good for her, she would walk into the woods and disappear forever. He was well aware that he had overstepped his lines, and despite his better judgment, he felt the need to go out of his way and allow her to hang around him. 

‘Stop lying to yourself. Give her more credit, asshole,’ He cursed internally, ‘she fought tooth and nail to try and be around me, even after I treated her so cruelly.’ He still saw everything, the first meeting, the argument, everything. He remembered it like it was yesterday. 

“Who do you think you are, trying to replace her? Kanae is the only Flower Hashira, and she always will be. If you know what’s best, you will walk out now and disappear in the woods for the rest of eternity.” Sanemi bellowed as he glared at the woman standing across the yard from him. Despite his harsh words, she stood tall, unfazed by his outburst and only throwing fuel to the fire of Sanemi’s heart. His glare searched rapidly around him for support as an annoyed groan escaped Uzui. Sanemi didn’t understand. Kanae had only died three months ago, the others should be outraged at this blatant replacement, yet none of them made a move. His attention snapped to Shinobu, who only remained kneeling before the master, not an ounce of negative emotion riddling her young face. 

“I think you misunderstand why I’m here.” The woman began, unmoving despite Sanemi’s glare returning to her. “Kanae was a phenomenal Hashira, and her death hurt everyone-"“Don’t act like you knew her!” Sanemi interrupted, his teeth bared. (Y/n) sighed softly, completely calm despite the raging man across from her. He hated it. She stood so sure, completely unaffected by his words, and worse, she wore a gentle smile. A sympathetic smile, like she knew the pain everyone was going through, and as if she knew he had lost another person he cared about. 

“I didn’t know her, and I won’t claim to have known her. But what I do know is that from everything I’ve heard, she was the epitome of goodness. And I can only attempt to follow in her footsteps as the next Flower Hashira.” (Y/n’s) hand reached for her chest, placing itself atop her heart, “I can only begin to hope I leave a legacy as powerful as hers and that my joining is not seen as a rushed replacement.” Her head lowered as she finished her statement. She was bowing. Not to the master or the other Hashira, but to him. To Sanemi. He took a step back, his eyes widening slightly as he attempted to fend off the shock trying to make itself known. 

“Death sticks with us all, Sanemi, but it also allows us the chance to grow.” Oyakata spoke up from the pavilion he rested on. “And in order for us to stay strong, we must grow. I hope you can come to understand this decision.” Sanemi snapped his attention to the Master. Like always, he stood proudly, his smile riddled with a saccharine sympathy. The wind Hashira couldn’t bring himself to argue against the master. If it were anyone else, he’d have a string of words for them, but it had to be the man Sanemi couldn’t bring himself to argue with. 

“I understand, sir. And I apologize for my outburst.” Sanemi rushed before turning on his heel, dismissing himself from the meeting before the master got another word in. He couldn’t believe it, the audacity of that woman, to stand there where Kanae should be and act as though she knew the pain they were feeling. The pain he was feeling. It was insulting, and Sanemi wanted nothing to do with her, for better or worse. 

She apparently had different plans. 

It was less than two hours before Sanemi noticed her intruding on his training. He held back a laugh of disbelief as she walked by him, drawing her sword and quickly beginning her own training regiment. 

“I don’t want to be around you, and I was here first. So, fuck off.” Sanemi argued as he watched her effortlessly destroy a few training dummies the Kakushi had set up. She only laughed at his statement and swung her sword once more. 

“I don’t care! We have to work together, so get used to it.” She claimed, a satisfied smile dawning on her lips as she noticed the rage bubbling up on Sanemi’s face. With another swing of her sword and another destroyed dummy, she turned on her heel to face him, wearing a wide smile. Sanemi seethed at her blatant disregard for his anger. 

“Who do you think you are?” He asked through gritted teeth, his fists clenched and his sword shaking in his hold. She sheathed her katana swiftly before she slowly dragged her eyes over his figure. Her eyes moved slowly as if she were studying him, easily committing every inch of his body to memory. 

“I’m (Y/n) (L/n), the newest Hashira and a demon slayer who has worked my ass off for years to be here. And who are you, other than your miserable jackass persona?” Her question was so simple, yet so irking. Sanemi tossed his Katana to the side, figuring it best not to have a weapon in his hands while his emotions were being tested. His hands ran through his hair as he stole a deep breath from the world around him. His hands fell to his side, returning to fists as he glared at the still-smiling woman. 

“I’m Sanemi Shinazugawa, the wind Hashira.” He declared proudly. He was the wind Hashira, one of the strongest members of the demon slayer corps and someone people feared, and Sanemi reveled in the idea of her finally backing down and acknowledging his strength. Instead, (Y/n) shook her head softly, her arms crossing over her chest as she did. Sanemi felt his glare deepen as he watched her arms fold over each other. 

“No. I don’t think you are.” Another pass of her eyes over his figure, “I think you’re just an angry man. That’s all you are, Isolated anger.” She decided. Sanemi felt his jaw drop with her statement. He stood frozen in place, staring at the woman. Her eyebrow raised under his unwavering gaze.

“What gives you the right to say something like that to me?" He challenged, his voice shaking with rage. She sighed softly, and finally, her smile faltered. 

“Because I’ve been in the same position, and if you ignore your rage, it will kill you. It seems as though it’s already doing a number on you.” She deducted, slowly walking toward the man. Her stride was sure, unwavering with each step. If anything, it made Sanemi a little unsure, despite his flurry of anger. 

“Oh, shut up.” He barked, attempting to seem more sure of himself than he truly was. 

“No. Shun people all you want. It’s not going to keep you from getting hurt. If anything, it will just make it worse.” She challenged, her finger poking at his scarred chest as she leaned close to him. Their eyes met, and Sanemi felt his breath hitch. He couldn’t see the color of her eyes, that was expected, but this close, he saw something more. Swirling behind the expanse of colors unknown to Sanemi, there was hope; he knew it was hope. He had seen that look in his eyes one too many times when looking at reflective surfaces. A yearning for something better, for a future free of demons and a life of peace with the family they had remaining, it was the same hope that was continuously torn away from people like them.  

“You don’t know anything about me.” He brushed off the look, pulling away from her before she continued her way out from the training arena. Sanemi watched as she walked off, his eyes glued to her figure. She stopped, turning over her shoulder with a vibrant smile plastered across her face.

“That’s why I am going to do everything in my power to learn about you. Even if you hate it.” She winked at him, giggling softly before completely disappearing. Sanemi stood frozen in place, disbelief at the interaction snaking through his veins. 

He rolled his eyes before going to retrieve his sword. 

“Shinazugawa!” Her voice cut through his thoughts, forcing his feet to stop as he turned over his shoulder. She joined him at his side seconds later, wearing her favorite smile as she came to a halt. She always wore that same smile, even when she was in the midst of arguments. Sanemi swore he had only seen her smile drop twice, and neither time ended well. The better part of him screamed at him to be concerned; someone who wore a smile that pure had to be masking something, especially in this profession. Yet he couldn’t gather the courage to ask, no matter what he did. He could look man-eating demons in the eyes and laugh… But ask her something personal? Sanemi rather feed himself to upper moon one. 

“Hello, (L/n). What brings you out this way?” He spoke softly, probably too softly, but he would worry about that later. The woman beside him bounced slightly on her toes, excitement radiating off her every inch. His head tilted slightly to the side as she looked around at their surroundings as if she were making sure no one was listening to them. 

“You’re not going to believe this!" she began, “But my newest batch of students for training are all graduating a week early! They’ve absolutely mastered stealth training! One of them was so good at it that he snuck up on me!” Her hands clapped together excitedly. Sanemi gave an approving ‘hmm’ at her information, a smile tugging on the corners of his lips despite his better judgment. Despite their rocky introduction, he had always appreciated how proud she was of everyone around her. Some people were proud to the point of arrogance, but she had always been a perfect mix of awareness and pride. That fact had been a reason for Sanemi’s eventual reconciliation with her. 

“That is great to hear, (L/n). The sooner we get them through training, the more time they have to practice summoning a mark.” He nodded slightly, his arms crossing over his chest a moment later. 

“You know, you don’t have to call me by my last name.” Her head tilted slightly to the side, a smug smirk dawning across her face. “Or have you forgotten my first name? You are quite forgetful.” She teased, earning an eye roll from Sanemi. 

“I leave my sword at a meeting one time….” He groaned, earning a soft chuckle from her. Sanemi forced back the ever-growing smile fighting its way onto his face. He hated how effortlessly she could make him smile, and he despised the look she gave him every time she succeeded in drawing a smile onto his face. It wasn’t a smug look nor a look of confusion; it was always one resting on the border of adoration. Although, Sanemi knew he would never let himself believe it. Very few people adored him, and he was sure someone as amazing as (Y/n) would never feel that way about him. 

“You were so distracted that day…I still remember the look on your face when I handed you your katana.” She tapped at her lips as her eyebrow raised, “Makes me wonder what had you so distracted.” She leaned forward, silently prompting Sanemi to share his side of the story. The wind Hashira fought back a chuckle at her prodding. He knew full well why he was so distracted and knew further that he would never dare to utter a word about it in her presence. It was embarrassing to him alone and mortifying to think about others knowing. The wind Hashira, the scariest Hashira the corps had to offer, Sanemi Shinazugawa was distracted by her.  He knew she would always capture his attention with her intricate haori and overall eye-catching demeanor. But in recent weeks, no, in recent months, she had become his favorite distraction. Bad day? Talk to (Y/n). Bored before a mission? Exchange Kasugai crow messages with (Y/n). He truly needed no excuse to talk to her, yet he continued to find them, mainly to save his pride. His eyes flickered down to hers as he formulated another excuse to feed her. 

“The idea of dinner was distracting me.” He lied. She rolled her eyes at his statement, seeing through his fib effortlessly. Sanemi knew he couldn’t keep lying to her, but for something like this, he deemed it better than admitting that he could not shake the woman from his thoughts. 

“Speaking of which…Did you already eat dinner?” She asked, her hands clasping as she looked up at Sanemi. He nodded quickly, attempting to avoid the question of being invited to dinner. He couldn’t allow her to eat dinner with him, not after what happened to everyone who had before. 

“I did, but thank you for asking.” He responded, his sentence fading out quickly. Sanemi turned on his heel, beginning to walk away, only to be followed by (Y/n). She took in their surroundings as they walked. 

“Shame, I was going to invite you over for dinner! I’m thinking of making some hiyashi chuka and maybe some ohagi for dessert.” She looked up at Sanemi, who visibly perked up at the mention of his favorite sweet treat. His hand brushed through his hair as he murmured a soft ‘sounds good’ in response, trying to hide his intrigue. Another sigh from (Y/n), and her head tilted back. 

“You’re so difficult, Sanemi.” She lamented, earning a chuckle from the white-haired man. He looked at her, committing her exasperated expression to memory. His hand found itself atop her head as he rustled her hair, drawing a laugh from her. 

“That’s my specialty.” He said through her fit of giggles. Swiftly she swatted his hands away, stepping in front of him and pointing at his chest. Sanemi stopped short, unmoving under her playful gaze. 

“One day, mark my words, we will have dinner together, and you’ll love it.” She promised, her finger digging into his chest as she poked at him. Sanemi prepared to respond, a witty remark waiting desperately on the tip of his tongue, but when his eyes met hers, the wind Hashira froze. Any word he prepared was immediately gone as he noticed the hues of her face shift slowly. Grey’s were replaced without hesitation, giving way to the stunning shades that made up the appearance of (Y/n) (L/n). He stepped back, unable to process the colors flooding his world. Sanemi’s head snapped up, looking at the flowering trees around them. Grey and white were no more in favor of vibrant purples and greens. The sky was a shade of shimmering orange as the sun set, the remaining blue turning darker by the moment. Sanemi returned his sights to (Y/n’s) eyes. They were stunning. Sparkling and shimmering in the evening light, unblinking as they stared at him. His hands found their place on her arms, holding her gently as he stared at her. 

“Sanemi?” Her eyebrow was raised, and her voice laced with concern. Sanemi attempted to stomp out his excitement to no avail. Years of seeing nothing but white, grey, and black were suddenly thrown out of the window. It didn’t make sense, Sanemi had suffered so much, but in this moment, with her, his life was reignited with a sudden vibrancy he didn’t know he had missed. He didn’t know what to say or do. How do you explain to someone that you just regained the ability to see color after years of being colorblind? The world was silent, full of vibrant colors and an overwhelming peace Sanemi didn’t know was possible. He was at a loss for words, so he said the first thing that came to mind. 

“Have I ever told you that your eyes are striking- no, dazzling… no, that’s not enough.” Sanemi thought for a moment, “You are absolutely captivating.” 

Part 2

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screaming crying and begging for more cursed au lore 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾 it doesn’t even have to be character based id be satiated with just world building but also i hv to ask ??? WDYM DALLY SAW MR AND MRS CURTIS’ GHOSTS ?? WDYM HE BLOCKED THEM OUT?? ARE THEY STILL THERE ??

yall have made me so mentally ill i cannot. i can’t draw but if yall wldnt mind id LOVE to write a fanfic for this au, im so down bad omg

HEHE I was hoping someone would ask about that!!

So yeah, Dally saw their ghosts. Honestly he wasn’t even aware that he was capable of doing so until it happened; cause as far as he was aware, everything else he had been seeing was more or less some kind of hallucination.

He does NOT tell the Curtis bros and that stresses him the fuck out, cause how the hell does he even bring that up?? Of course he feels like he should but he can barely talk to them.

He does try to eventually, but one of the bad things about ghosts is that they still mirror exactly how they die.. sooo, long story short, he tweaks out again and can’t bring himself to face them properly. The ghosts are still there, his brain just literally forces them out.

This was an inherited trait <3 He got it from his mother, who could also see ghosts (unless she was drunk, so.. she was drunk a lot).

He’s seen her ghost and that’s arguably six times worse than seeing the Curtis parents.

It’s not a very fun time for him! We’re currently discussing the idea of maaaaaybe giving him the curse (there’s logic behind it I swear!!) but we haven’t decided yet; and I think he’s really silly as a human anyways.

Fanfic is welcome with open arms <3

[taxkha]

i love your art so much i can't even describe it!! for the past year, every time i see it, it inspires me to create and improve so much i can't be jealous; i can only work harder hoping i can invoke the same feeling in someone else one day. your masterful use of loose lines and cozy colors never fails to make me happy on the rainiest day. do you have any tips for establishing such atmospheres, such as color selection or particular poses or expressions? (i don't write very well, sorry if this seems confusing) -an anon who appreciates your work to the fullest

Oh my god anon, you are so sweet, thank you so much (ಥ﹏ಥ) It means so much to hear I inspire someone to draw and I'm happy I can motivate you! <3 Please keep it up and I would love to see what you are making if you ever feel like sharing it! x) I'm so happy to hear my art has such a positive impact on you!! Okay so regarding your questions! When it comes to colors I recently made a coloring tutorial where I also went a bit into how I select colors, how I shade and what my go to effect layers are, you can find it here but it's also currently pinned at the top of my blog! I explained it in my tutorial but I will say it here again, I rely a lot on effect layers. That isn't wrong by any means and is what I would argue most digital artists do but if you want to learn actual color theory that goes beyond what colors compliment each other I unfortunately cant help with that on my own nor do I have any guides at hand to redirect you to :") Speaking of complimentary colors though, knowing your color wheel and which colors contrast each other already helps a lot! My favourites are green/red and orange/blue! To give some examples: green/red

These are less about an atmosphere achieved through lighting but more about the general subject matter of the piece. They are both more ominous and uh, bloody and threatening. And for Orange/Blue

The orange and blue combination is something you see in a lot of movies, for example Mad Max Fury Road or Blade Runner 2049 and many many more which have likely influenced me on what colors I chose in my art to some extend. Paying attention to media other than your own helps a ton and can totally improve on how you approach you art! Like, obviously I draw mostly anime/manga esque art and I get most of my inspiration from manga and video games, but I also try and look at buildings when Im outside, look closely at shot compositions in movies and so on! Other inspirations that have helped me are artbooks from my favorite games/shows/series, if you enjoy those x) Theres probably PDFs to be found of a lot of artbooks online if you don't want to spend money on them. I know you didn't directly ask what my inspirations are lol but they absolutely helped me! OKAY SO now about poses and expressions. Since you mentioned my loose lines, I have very good advice for that: Draw without erasing. Get a scrap book or some lose paper, cheap paper! And a pen you cant erase, such as a fineliner or a ballpoint pen and then draw. Do not go into it with the intent to make an actual good drawing, just. Draw! Draw half finished faces, hands, bodies, cats, whatever you feel like. Fill up the entire page. If you don't want to waste any paper, do it digitally but don't erase! Do that a lot. You will train yourself to draw loser and loser as time goes on. I've always had the habit of doodling onto everything mindlessly and I still do so I never had to actively practice drawing lose lines but thats most likely the reason why I draw the way I do! I actually have some examples from today because I got distracted at work:

I just draw whatever comes to mind until the page is full. I usually don't even keep these pages :") It has helped me a lot though. Uh yeah thats pretty much everything?? Thanks so much again for sending this ask, it was a very sweet thing to wake up to and I hope my rambles here can be of any help and to you good luck in your art endeavors!! :) <3

[cconfusedkat]

(shaking hands, functioning on three iced coffees, not beta read we just die) (LIL BRO TREATING THIS LIKE AO3Anyways yeah i did not read anything i typed here a second time so my wording might Suck Major Kuss)

Hey chat! sorry my holiday depression unfortunately kicked in, i had a ,, relatively decent Eid (cuz i dont celebrate christmas) ...? so i hope everyone had a relatively better holiday than i did… 💦

My friends often tell me i look like my art and i kinda see it. Hooray! Meeting the artist! Except i took matters into my own hands of making my own collage because I Do Not Have Enough Storage Space For Any Other Editing App

Additional shitpost ❤️ the art I've been most proud of are not actually in here, really! I'm mainly proud of the fanart i made for the few smiling critters AU's aaaall the way back feb-march but. I guess the stuff i liked the most i did this year was probably for the one who wilts? Im trying to think of stuff earlier than that. I noticed i definitely had an improvement in art, and i learned i do have a preference of drawing certain ways now too lmao- the fun of art! I hope to improve more in 2025 :-)

Herm,, all jokes aside, im glad people like my art...?? I am not a very Secure artist myself (already taking me five minutes to type that out and consider myself as an artist) so im SHOCKED when people Actually like my things. My doodles. The sometimes rare occasion of real art i put out there. Like! Wow! Thats crazy

Id have to say the same for youtube- im currently at 456 subscribers 🥺❤️ that is huge to me,, i wouldnt have expected me posting for the first time in years on youtube would result to me getting this many subscribers? ? .???

Im very, VERY thankful for the people ive met this year through fandom and generally. Unfortunately—for the past few months—Ive hit a really low stump in my mental health that limits me from talking to people without getting super drained, even on social media i kinda struggle with being active again. I am thankful for the people that continue to stick around and know im the way that i am,, one day ill be mentally stronger and everyone is gonna see my growth as soon as i can ,, Actually leave my own home and hopefully start a new. I didnt really consider that until one of my friends shared its experiences with me and i GENUINELY realized i can run away and get better one day,, there is a light at the end of the tunnel,, there IS,, but not now. Not today. Not in a few months. Itll take me years to heal but 2025 and ongoing years as i get more freedom to do so,,

UHHHH UHHH. ASIDE FROM CHEESY RANTING OF HAVING HOPES FOR THE FUTURE, YAPYAPYAP- i got a drawing tablet (again another thing my friend inspired me for- technically two major things in a row it inspired me for- hope in the future and drawing BWAHAHA-) and uhhh. HmMMOOHHH YEAH I REUNITED MY MEOWMEOWS! HOORA🎊🎊🎊🎊

my 2025 goals are not just improvement in art,, but in hopes of getting a full time job (since my last full time UMM. did NOT work out well! How am i gonna learn to pay my taxes on my own dawg,) and trying to get a place of my own since i missed out on that two years ago (or one? One year ago? I DUNNO..!!!!) , therapy and trying to heal better compared to my terrible stumps of 2022-2024,, i dunno what else but. Maybe working on my social skills at some point 🗿🗿 a far fetched goal is moving out of state completely and also going on testosterone but that is farrrr from now </33

Thank you lot for following and keeping up with my goofiness i gen did not think an animanga nerd with a passion of indie and mascot horror games could reach 510 followers within one year HELPPP thats crazy

On less serious goals though i hope on watching more animes than reading manga in 2025 BWAHAHAGAHSAJD i read manga more and anime is Extremely Rare for me to watch but both jjk and Beastars have all ive been watching as of recent lol- trust i will be such a geek (girl Please that is NAWT something to look forward to) (YES IT IS. HAVE YOU NO WHIMSY?)

[11queensupreme11]

QUEEN ITS LIKE 2AM HERE, AND I CANT SLEEP CUZ YOUR NEWEST CHAPTER IS STRESSING ME TF OUT STOPP 😭

When i read the TWs, my eyes literally bulged out hahwhwjwk

As a hard core posy fan, i was fed the finest of feasts this chapter <3 lol i already know pillow-humper, skin-licker, daughter-lover, vouyerism-fetishizing, daddyseidon is a bit freaky but aint no way his first major fatherly disciplinary action is TO SPANK HER, and mf was smirking too 😭

this is even more wild to think abt considering that blud has never had a child to discipline before, so im pretty sure this scenario was floating in his crusty ass mind for a while and now hes finally had the chance to act on it

Another thing, i thought the whole ichor tasting scene was the cause for the cannabilism TW and i was like oh ok 🙂 and then my jaw dropped 😭😭 BEELIE 😭😭

I was a beelcy stan from the very beginning. Still am. But his recent actions — him just not saying that he fcked up and shouldnt have made that deal w loki, his newfound jealousy and rage against anthonious (leave him alone, he sounded hella cute in that pov and in his other interactions w our loser stop😔), and lastly WHAT HE DID TO MIMIR theres no going back 😭 i feel like all the love ur giving to beel this act 1 is like our hook but then youre gonna make him such an unhinged and even hateable yan (tbh u've been hinting at that a loooong time ago but my delulu ahh kept coping, correct me if im wrong, yes im still coping). Like i have this feeling that by the end, beels gonna be one of the people percy would start to hate a lot, maybe even the most cuz, while i havent read or watched pjo, i know that his character has a lot to do w loyalty as a trait. This then gives way for other yans to swoop in and get close to her, i see you author 😡.

Sooner or later, all of beels advantages will be stripped away from him: (1) him not being related since now theres anubis and loki, (2) his knowledge of her identity/being someone she can talk to without having to be careful with her words, since loki already knows and eventually everyone else will know, (3) her friendship w him/the trust that he'll have her back because my god he keeps fucking up and all his problems will blow up sooner or later cuz he keeps bottling it up, (4) the possibility of maybe having a normal relationship w her since mimir squashed that down. There could be more but im too braindead to think rn

You're honor, i cant defend him no more 😭

As a beelcy fan, im rolling on the floor, puking tears. But as someone who has been craving apollo and hades, and is currently warming up to loki, im so 💙💙💙

Im supposed to be asleep so i can continue drawing later, but then you dropped this nuke on me and i dont know what to do w my thoughts 😞

"pillow-humper, skin-licker, daughter-lover, vouyerism-fetishizing, daddyseidon is a bit freaky but aint no way his first major fatherly disciplinary action is TO SPANK HER, and mf was smirking too 😭"

pls i'm crying at the names 😭😭 poseidon's no longer the god of the seas or god of gods, he's just.... pillow-humer, skin-licker, daughter-lover, and vouyerism-fetishizer LMAO I CONSIDER THAT AS AN UPGRADE 😂😂😂😂😂

and yes daddyseidon has been WAITING for the moment to finally 'discipline' her 💀💀 he just didn't think she'd try to risk her life for it, but whelp, she's okay now so he can spank her for it later 😂😂😂

and as for beelie.... 😔

oh beelzebub, whatever are we gonna do with you 🥲

for your sake, everyone should keep their expectations for beelzebub low. i mean technically, you should do that for all the yans, but beelzebub ESPECIALLY 😂😂

[fuka-petals]

♡ Introduction post ♡

@fuka-petalsart <- just art

my persona

info on me

hihi am V but like you can also call me Kennith, Flower, etc.

Minor (over 14, clarification bc yk what passed) (I'm fine with adults interacting)

I use vamp/they/he/it/voca/soap/flower pronouns {in order of preference}

I'm diagnosed autistic, seeking a diagnosis for bpd, ocd, npd, and adhd (not self diagnosed just see symptoms in both me and relatives and would like a concrete answer) also some other things I'd rather not disclose

I'm an angelkin enby that uses xenogenders and am a lesbian

not always in the "right state of mind" if I say smth stupid please let me know l8tr so I can delete it

I have issues with being kind and having empathy please be patient I'm not trying to be mean (at least. Most of the time)

I defend things I like I don't care how fucking annoying it is if you piss me off I'll defend my views (unless you annoy me...idrc for dealing with ppl who don't listen) but like I'm rlly passionate abt some things and even if make a statement while out of it if I agree with it later I will defend it

Really cynical unfortunately. I have bad mood swings and get angry really easily. Again, trying to work on that

If you somehow still think im cool heres my discord -> @/ _vflour

I uh didn't realize how shitty of a person I was until writing this.

I have an ed off and on its not weight related but please don't make comments about if ppl deserve food or not around me it's extremely triggering (self worth issues ig)

I do really want friends though. I guess. Sorry please talk to me I like talking about my intrests I'm not as bad as I seem I swear

Seriously though I'm really lonely

Also I struggle with being clingy and jealous oml jesus christ uh hh WAAAAAAAA

Oh also important kinda but I'm not into guro it's a trauma related intrest but I'm okay with ppl who are into it seeking out my guro/nsfw pixiv if I ever get the courage to post on there

Selfshipper ^_^ single outside of f/os though. Not rlly looking 4 a relationship my ex scared me away from that stuff

I self ship with fukase (vocaloid), vflower (vocaloid), friedrich (mi), vixen (mi), cornelius (mi), and c'venash vishneri (psychopomp). Sorry I'm rlly cringe (draw my sona with any of them and I'll forever be grateful)

I kin betty noir (mi), ame (nso), sumireko (2hu), aoi (you and me and her), yukari (Liar Liar one), and claire (walk in the sun) so dni if you don't like them/hj

Currently hyperfixated on Vocaloid (Specifically V4Flower and Fukase), Mellow's games and ocs (MUNDUS IUMENTORUM!!), Touhou (Specifically Sumireko), Len'en, Nso, subahibi, Yume Nikki, any ynfg, Mindhaunt, you me and her, milk bag vns, pmmm, Reflexia, and Psychopomp, murdersims/guro vns in general, Awaria (not a helltaker fan)

all interests (I think) in no particular order - Vocaloid, Flower, Fukase, Utau, Mellow's stuff, Angelbrained's stuff, Mindhaunt, Yume Nikki + ynfgs, YTTD, NSO, ghostie-p & marz mitzi, touhou, subahibi, YOU ME and HER, len'en, lacey games, splatoon, rpg maker horror games, psychedelic looking art, milk inside/outside a bag of milk, rabbit maiden softworks, Liar Liar, precious theater, 8eyes, ranfren, a masochist's tango, madoka magica, precure, ojamajo doremi, reflexia, Saya no uta, mudersims/guro vns in general, corpse party, Awaria (not a helltaker fan)

I fucking hate blueberries

Dni

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ai "artists"

ghost and pals/team 6x111 fans unless I followed you first for other content you post, also their white knighters/apologists...yikes

Puritans. You will be blocked. It's based in queerphobia and demonizes sexuality. If you don't want to see nsfw then block tags, don't force others to not be kinky because you're an ass (note, I mean people who call it gross n stuff, if you are a minor or ace or smth and don't want nsfw accs following you bc of that that's fine! Also this isn't an nsfw acc either, I have a pixiv 4 that, just rlly passionate abt my hate 4 puritans...)

furry haters (grow up its 2024)

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Blacklist

Do not bring up @/ Denzi-P to me or talk about me to them. They are not a good person and I do not wish to be associated with them.

Try and keep that the only name on this list

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[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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[pallisia]

hi! i didnt realize you were back on tumblr but im really happy to see you working on a new project with such passion! if i may ask, and i realize this might be an eclectic and difficult question to answer, but what was the process of realizing this project like? I read mentions of this first being conceptualized 15 years ago or so, and im curious how the story evolved and changed over time. I dont mean content-wise of course (since im pretty sure you cant talk about the specifics of what actually happens in the story) but in a more general sense of like, how an idea germinates and how you build it up over time, and what sort of decisions in the writing process leads you to making it more of what it currently is. sorry if this is really vague.

the earliest idea for what would become soulsov wasn't much. i had been vaguely imagining an rpg adventure starring two characters i was drawing a lot at the time: loic's daughter and another guy i have not reintroduced yet. I remember daydreaming about them fighting monsters in class.

back then, it was more of a "look at my collection of ocs" kind of project. the characters had elaborate profiles and everything, but i didn't have a coherent story to go with any of it. this is less because i wasn't trying and more because i was a kid who thought in terms of what a story "had" to have rather than what i wanted to write about.

i made cq and gained some experience actually writing stories. proto-soulsov had kind of a revival around 2017, where i thought i wanted to write YA fiction. it was going to be set ~in a world where writing is outlawed.~ loic got arrested for owning a library and his daughter had to save him. it was completely stupid, and i later realized i was still writing for imaginary film execs. however, the earliest concept of a language-based magic system started there, so it wasn't all bad.

eventually, i took a good look at these characters and tried to figure out what i (me) (myself) (only) liked about them. this led to the realization that, at this stage of my life, i was simply more interested in writing about a dad in sexually-charged peril than a shy teenager saving the world. this was when i threw out basically everything else and tried to focus on the dynamic between loic and the character that became ysme. (if you are feeling sorry for loic's daughter in all this, don't; she is also a better character for the shift in perspective.)

basically i gained a better understanding of myself over the years. soulsov is, in many respects, a story about being selfish, but i had to look at it selfishly to realize this. it is for me, but i hope you can enjoy it too.

[scaryxkerry]

A chance encounter.pt 1

Jeff the killer x reader

Content warning. Graphic depictions of violence,blood and injury.

A/N i wrote this at 2:00 am. Im splitting it into two parts because i can barely keep my eyes open rn and if i write anymore ill die. If you see some mistake point it out and ill fix it at some point probably.

You check the time on your phone: 4:30AM.

You have to be awake at this ungodly hour because you work at a gym. You needed to be there extra early to cater to the so-called "early bird customers" as your manager had called them.  The people who worked nine-to-fivers and wanted to get a good workout in before going to work, or the gym bros who practically spent evrey waking moment pumping iron.

It worked well enough for you, you love the city at this hour. The transitional time between being completely barren and being full of the hustle and bustle of people going about their daily lives.

There are several other people about,some are early morning joggers trying to beat the heat, and others you presume are people who need to be at work early, just like you.

Jeff wipes the blood from his face,his own blood. The girl whom he'd been intent on making this mornings victim had been more tenacious then he expected, but that was just fine. Those who would not give their lives so easily always made for the most satisfying of kills.

He found those who went too easily to hardly even be worth killing. The worst were the ones who put up no fight at all,those who died long before they were even a twinkle in his eye. Absolutely no sport in it. None at all. He tries to avoid them when he can now.

But not this girl no,she would be well worth it.

Currently she had a gun pointed at him and boy did she look ready to use it. Jeff knew the glare of a person ready to kill better then any one else. Oh yes she'd fight him to her dying breath and that excited him deeply.

You are busy texting your friend when you hear a woman shouting for help from up ahead you pick up the pace, someone is in trouble.

Jeff inches his way closer to the girl with both hands up. He is careful to make no sudden movement. He knows if he did anything to startle her she could end up shooting him even if she didn't really mean too. Most models of pistol only took a few pounds of pressure to pull the trigger after all,more then sensitive enough for someones startle response to make the gun fire.

You hear a woman shout "im warning you! Get back i will shoot i swear to fucking god." 

In a burst of motion Jeff lunges for her gun and forces the hand that holds it upward into the sky. She  inadvertently squeezes the trigger and fires a couple shots into the air. She reacts quickly and grabs hold of the hand he holds his knife in.

You hear gunshots. You tap the little green phone icon on your screen and prepare to dial 911.

She isn't able to out muscle him, he yanks his arm lose. Jeff jams his blade into her belly and twists with a satisfying squelch. Her  screams where sweeter then candy but he had to shut her up lest she draw to much attention to herself.  He releases his grip on the knife lodged in her stomach and coverd her mouth with one of his hands to silence her.

She bites down and gets a mouthfull of his blood.

You hear a gut wrenching scream as you punch in the number, you hear the operator ask "911 what is the location of your emergency?"

The girl knees him in the crotch and he stumbles back. she fires two shots.but only one meets its mark,the bullet embeds itself somewhere in his abdomen.

"You bitch!" Jeff growls.

"Somewhere between Willow street and Bleasdale Avenue,i heard a woman screaming and gunshots!"

You say as you grip your phone tightly.

Jeff grabs the girl by her hair and yanks her head back to allow easy access to the throat. He slits her neck from ear to ear, blood spurts from the gash in rythm with her heart.

Soon hes met with the familiar feeling of a body going limp in his arms. Though even now she weakly claws at his face before stareing off at someone in the distance at first Jeff pays this no mind. Many people seem to see the ghosts of loved ones or deamons as they die. Hes a little bit surprised she did not cry out for her mother. Many of his victims cried out for ther mothers, though some cried out to God. Those few who put up little or no fight would rarely cry out at all.

It isn't until the girl reaches out a hand that he bothers to look  behind him, and he sees that she isn't seeing ghosts. Shes seeing a very real person.

..."shit."