#logan looks a little wonky but whatever

[peargreen-jellybean]

colored ‘em real quick just to do somethin

i wanted to make something instead of write something today, so i sketched my own dumbass deadpool and wolverine. idk

(click for less shit ass quality)

[darkboysroadtrip]

[this was supposed to be a part of the last ask so it is not drawn.]

"I can listen to almost anything" Remus says, "but the noiser, experimental, trash music is the best" he's shoving the rolled up tent into its bag, "I like loud, wonky, weird, shredding music the best!

"A lot of grunge and any and all other genres of punk can be found in my playlist, you'll also get the random musical, EDM, straight up horror noises" he windmills his hand, "y'know the usual."

"I don't think most people listen to actual screams of terror with flesh ripping, squelching and blood gurgling sounds" Virgil says.

"You don't know that, besides you listen to Doki Doki Literature Club soundtrack stuff, it's the same."

"That's totally different."

"How so My Little Nightmare?"

"That has music to accompany it."

"You... got me there" Remus agrees, "it is a pretty banging soundtrack."

Remus has finally finagled the tent back in its bag and hands it off to Virgil who hauls it on top of the car.

"No surprise to my music taste here but, any kind of emo, punk, rock, you know the stuff."

"You like jazz" Dee says, he's now sitting on the ground with Thomas and Marcy.

"I've come to like jazz because of you."

"True, but you still like it."

Virgil sits down with them, Marcy immediately goes to sit on his shoulder; Thomas in turn goes to sit in his lap to continue playing with her.

"My music taste is hard to pin point" Dee says, "I guess along with the jazz, I like whatever my boyfriends play and some classical in a movie villain type of way."

Virgil snickers, "yeah, sometimes it's scary how accurate that is."

"How do you figure?"

"Dude, sometimes I'll come into the office and you'll be standing at a window with a book in your hands, a glass of wine on the sill with low classical music playing" he laughs, "sometimes I think you're not even reading, it just looks like you're plotting something."

"Maybe I am" Dee wiggles his eyebrows.

"Oooh I love plots!" Remus butts in, "what are we plotting?"

Virgil pats Remus' head, "sorry babe, nothing."

"As far as you know" Dee mutters.

~~~

"As a Broadway Star" Roman starts with a hand fanned to his chest, "I can't see myself loving musicals."

There's a beat of silence.

"Less! I physically can not not love them, they are part of my passion, my very being."

There it is.

"I mean c'mon how can you not love musicals, they're just so enchanting!" he enthuses.

"Fun fact!" Patton pipes up, "Roman has his own recordings from his shows on his phone, so we tend to listen to them quite a bit."

"I can't help it, I'm just so talented" Roman says.

"I don't quite understand musicals, however I do enjoy listening to Roman sing" Logan says.

"Everyone does!" Patton agrees.

Roman, puffed up with all the praise is absolutely beaming.

"Eh, I've heard better" Remus teases.

Roman makes a high pitched and very offended 'ugh', "how dare you!, I can't believe my own broth- actually I can, that's so sad, you make me sad go away."

Remus gets right up next to Roman, his nose practically touching Roman's cheek.

"You'll never be rid of me" he whispers hoarsely.

Roman smacks Remus' forehead when he places it there to shove him away.

"Go finish your packing you gremlin."

Logan stops and looks off like he's looking at a camera in The Office.

"Music of all kinds are wonderful" Roman continues answering the question, "if you have the energy and/or an extensive friend circle-"

"You have other friends?" Virgil yells over.

Roman ignores him.

"-you can find something good in any genre."

"I agree" Patton says and sits next to Roman, "there's so many good music choices out there! And finding new things are always fun!"

He makes a face, "mmm well... there are some things I can't quite listen to, but that's more of a sensory issue."

Logan stops his packing to stand with his partners, "I have an appreciation for rap and I have a soft spot for nerdy educational but funny songs - I don't listen to much music honestly, I do enjoy whatever my partners put on though.

It's not that I don't like music it's just I don't go searching for it" he adjusts his glasses, "besides I like listening to podcasts so that takes up most of my listening to things time."

"You listen to uuuuus" Patton says in a lovey tone.

"I like listening to you, and I would very much like it if you would listen to me."

Patton and Roman glance at each other.

"We - we do though?" Patton says, his head cocked like a confused puppy.

"We've gotten really good at that" Roman agrees.

Logan purses his lips, "yes you have, and it is appreciated greatly"-

"I hear a 'but' coming" Roman stage whispers.

"Mm, yes" Logan says, "your butt specifically Roman, to help pack."

"But I am helping."

Logan blinks slowly just once.

"I'm looking for our next digs" Roman explains waving Logan's phone as added evidence, "and may I add: I am very graciously and humbly taking care of said digs."

"So gracious, so humble" Logan blankly remarks, "can you at least pack your personals?"

"Of course."

"Thank you."

"After I book these hotel suites."

"Fine, I suppose we do need to know where we're going before leaving."

[marvelmusing]

Hi, here’s me gently begging for V Day HCs featuring the boys (especially Aleks bc I have a Problem)…what would they like on a first (or fifth) date? Extra points for if there’s some kind of supernatural element bc I am eternally in a magical mood!

Hello!! I saw V Day HCs and immediately started writing about a Valentine’s Day date with each of my boys - Billy, Logan, Aleksander, a few au Aleksander’s as well as my Russo twins (I will probably do first date HCs on another post at some point too)

Billy

I’m picturing the most casual Valentine’s Day celebration for you and Billy.

Billy comes home with a bunch of roses for you, and on your way home from work you buy a bottle of Billy’s favourite wine that he always forgets to buy for himself.

Once you’re home, you order your favourite takeout and the two of you sit on the couch together and watch a film that you both know by heart, so that you can spend most of the time talking and enjoying the food.

You make ice cream sundaes for one another, cramming all of Billy’s favourite sweet treats into the glass while he does the same for you.

Billy opens up the wine, and somehow the two of you end up playing twister on the floor next to the couch.

He tries to distract you into losing by coordinating his movements so that he can keep his body pressed against yours.

When you hold strong against his distractions, he decides to change tactic. He drops kisses against whatever skin he can reach, making you wobble and soon the two of you have landed on the floor in a crumpled heap.

Billy’s lips stay on yours in a passionate kiss, and neither of you try to untangle yourselves from the position you’re in. The sticky sweetness from the sundaes linger on your lips as you continue to trade kisses with one another.

When Billy carries you to the bedroom you notice that he’s strewn rose petals over the sheets and lit candles around the room, which prompts you into kissing him even harder.

He might protest against it, but deep deep down Billy Russo is a hopeless romantic - even more so now that he has someone to share his love with.

Aleksander

Aleksander had been looking forward to spending Valentine’s Day with you, but when you disappear off to somewhere in the Little Palace he assumes the holiday doesn’t mean much to you.

So, he goes to his study and gets on with some of his work.

Meanwhile, you’re in the kitchens making him a heart-shaped cake which seems to take you forever to get it perfect enough that you feel confident gifting to Aleksander.

It’s a simple vanilla sponge, but you made the strawberry jam and buttercream filling all yourself.

The icing on top of the cake is a little wonky and the juice from the sliced strawberry decorations is slowly staining the white cream but you’re rather pleased with the result as you walk carefully through the hallways towards Aleksander’s study.

You manage a few thudding knocks against the door with your elbow and Aleksander calls for you to enter.

“Are you busy?” you ask him, noticing that he doesn’t lift his head from his papers. He hums distractedly. “I made you something.”

At that he lifts his head, turning to look at you.

He sees the flour on your clothing, a smudge of cream on your forehead, and the shimmer of sticky jam drying on your exposed forearms. Then he sees the cake.

“My love, you didn’t-”

“I know I didn’t have to. I wanted to.” You step closer, placing the cake down on a paper-free corner of his desk. “Happy Sankt Valentine’s Day.”

He pushes his papers away, pulling the cake closer so that he can admire it. Then he stands, taking your chin between his fingers to kiss you.

“I’ll send for a pot of tea.”

“If you’re busy I can wait.”

He shakes his head.

“The only thing I want to do today is spend time with you.”

Logan

All I’m going to say is: arcade games.

You had come up with it as a surprise for Logan after he had told you he never really celebrated Valentine’s Day before.

I know for a fact that Logan gets puppy dog level of excited at all the different games. All you have to do is keep tight hold of his hand as he leads you from one game to the next.

He loves the two player games, so that you can play together though he pouts whenever he loses against you - regularly demanding a rematch. He is terrible at air hockey and it takes five losses in a row for him to finally give up.

I’m also picturing Logan being completely unable to accept defeat over a claw machine.

He sees you glance longingly at one of the stuffed animals inside and immediately vows to get it for you.

“Logan, honey it’s fine. You’ve spent way too much.” He shakes his head.

“These things are rigged,” he assures you. “Once you’ve spent enough they’ll give you one.”

“And exactly how much is classed as enough?” He ignores your teasing, shooting you a smirk.

“Only one way to find out, sweetheart.”

When he finally wins the stuffed animal for you, he wears a proud smile all night, replaying your delighted reaction to his win over in his head.

The two of you buy all sorts of junk food and share it between you as you sit on a bench.

Once you’re finished, the two of you talk about your favourite moments, laughing at different points in each others stories. You lean your head on his shoulder as he wraps an arm around you and Logan confesses that this is the best Valentine’s Day he’s ever had.

Vampire!Aleksander (TLC!AU)

You’ve never really celebrated Valentine’s Day. As a vampire, it’s been hard for you to maintain romantic relationships with anyone.

Alina bought you a friendship Valentine last year. It was just a simple bunch of your favourite flowers but you had cried when she gave them to you.

She explains this to Aleksander as the celebratory day approaches so that he can be prepared.

He invites you over to his apartment and gives you the opportunity to have a look around while he begins to prepare dinner.

Aleksander is an incredible cook.

Whatever your favourite dish is, Aleksander will have learnt how to make it. He will have bought the freshest, and most high quality ingredients.

He opens up an expensive blood vintage for the two of you to drink while you sit at the kitchen island, legs swinging, completely mesmerised by the sight of him cooking.

You don’t know how he does it, but he takes your favourite food and makes it even more exquisite. He uses some different bloods to provide enough flavour to satisfy your vampiric nature, but still enjoy the food as if you were still human.

He makes you feel normal. Like a human on Valentine’s Day, celebrating with the person that means the most to them.

It makes you a little emotional, but Aleksander wipes your tears away and kisses you softly before he reminds you that you deserve every second of this wonderful evening.

Vampire!Aleksander (BIT!AU)

This man owns a huge castle in the middle of the countryside, so of course we’re going to take advantage of that and have a midnight picnic.

Aleksander is the most frightening thing in the woods and fields that make up his estate, so there’s no fear of anything lurking in the darkness as the two of you walk towards the picnic spot he had created.

Aleksander insists on no lighting at all, meaning that you’re reliant on him for everything due to his excellent eyesight that allows him to see in the dark.

He keeps an arm tucked around you as you walk and he helps you get settled on the soft blanket beneath you.

Your eyes do adjust a little and the moon occasionally peers out from behind a cloud but you don’t try to strain your eyes to see, Aleksander will help you with anything.

He feeds you luxurious sweet treats, sucking the sugary taste from your lips after each swallow. He nips lightly on your shoulder, drawing a little blood for him to feed off and you both sigh in pleasure as he does.

After this, you’re content to lie snuggled up beside him as he points out constellations and explains how they’ve changed since he was still a human. When your eyes grow heavy, he pulls out a book and begins to read.

It’s still strange to witness Aleksander reading perfectly from a book that you can barely even see in the darkness, let alone manage to decipher the words printed there.

His soft voice soothes you, encouraging you to nestle closer to him and rest your head against the crook of his neck where you eventually fall asleep.

Billy & Jonny (platonic) (Twins!AU)

Billy has been having a rough week so you and Jonny decide to make something sweet for him to enjoy.

It starts with some cookies.

You don’t know how it went wrong - but it did. Some of the cookies merged together in the oven and the others ended up black around the edges.

When you suggested cutting the edges off, Jonny seemed eager to salvage your creations. It’s only once he removes the darkened edges that you notice another issue.

“Jonny that’s raw.”

“It ain’t raw, it’s just…” He pokes the middle of a cookie, nose wrinkling at the texture which prompts him to quickly wipe his hand. “Soft.”

“And damp?” you add.

“Hm.”

“How about brownies?”

“Good idea.”

Because surely the two of you can’t fail at a box mix?

Billy returns home to his apartment, feeling rather dejected by the impromptu meeting at a bar with some investors that Frank had dragged him to.

He’s expecting to put his feet up and remain on the couch for a very long time. He’s not even sure if he can be bothered to order some food in tonight.

What he isn’t expecting is to hear you and his brother creating a ruckus in his kitchen.

“Just smack it!” you exclaim.

“I am smacking it!” Jonny protests.

“Smack it harder then.”

“Yeah cause it worked so well when you tried that, huh?”

“Shut up,” you grumble. “I’ll clean it up before Billy gets home.”

“What’s that?” Billy asks with a smirk as he leans on the door frame.

He laughs at the sight of your eyes widening in horror. Quickly you grab the metal tray from Jonny’s hands and thrust it towards Billy.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

He raises a brow at you.

“Don’t look at the kitchen floor,” you warn him.

A smile spreads over his face as he looks down at the slightly crumbled brownie that had welded itself to the tray. He assumes this is what you and Jonny had been squabbling over when he arrived.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” He drops a kiss onto your cheek before he sits down at the kitchen island, picking up a spoon and scooping out some of the brownie.

“No ‘thank you’ kiss for me?” Jonny teases.

Billy rolls his eyes at his brother before he gestures towards the more crumbled half of the brownie.

“Where did the rest go?”

Jonny smirks and you flush nervously.

“Not important,” you say quickly. After a pause you add, “On an unrelated note, where’s your sweeping brush?”

Billy laughs. The brownie might not be the best he’s ever tasted, but you’ve certainly turned his night around.

-

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[fruitcoops]

Hi this might be just because it's passover and I'm really feeling my heritage (and GOOD food) but could you write a fic possibly with Jewish Finn O'Hara?? (And Leo making him our food b/c it's so important to the culture) Or you can make any other character (it's hard cuz they all do xmas lol but i could see re or even kasey) who you feel could be Jewish I just LOVE your fics and I was hoping you could maybe represent my pride for my culture in one of our beloved characters :)

Yes I can!! Happy Pesach to all my wonderful Jewish followers <3 I will forever be jealous of your holiday foods! SW credit goes to @lumosinlove

Finn took two steps in the door, then paused. He inhaled deeply, paying special attention to exactly what that fantastic smell was as he toed his shoes off. “Butter? Is that you?”

“In the kitchen,” Leo called back. On the couch, Finn caught the edge of Logan’s smile before it was hidden behind his book.

He rocked slightly on the balls of his feet. “Are you making what I think you’re making?”

“That depends, what do you think I’m making?” There was a tease to Leo’s voice and Finn’s heart leaped; he skidded a little on the linoleum of their floor as he hurried into the kitchen and heard Logan laugh behind him.

On the stove, oil snapped and hissed while Leo prodded the bits of potato that flaked off the patties. He tapped Finn’s forearm as he hugged him from behind. “Don’t get too close, Fish.”

Finn snorted. “Are you kidding? This ain’t my first rodeo, pardner.”

Leo laughed at his terrible accent, then again at the smacking kiss to his cheek. “Well, I hope they’re alright. I totally forgot to ask your mom for her recipe, so this is a mashup of Bliz, Talker, and Re’s tips, plus whatever we had in the pantry.”

“You made me latkes,” Finn hummed, so happy he could burst. He gave Leo a quick squeeze and nuzzled his face against his neck, listening to the familiar sizzle as he added new potato cakes. “I didn’t know Remus is Jewish.”

“His dad is, so they celebrate both sets of holidays.” Leo shrugged. “I only texted Talker, actually. The other two just messaged me out of the blue with, like, a million suggestions.”

“We should have had them over for Seder.”

“Sorry, love.”

“ ‘s alright. Maybe next year.” Finn inched his hand toward the plate of latkes, only for Leo to gently smack it with his spatula. “Hey!”

“You’re gonna burn yourself!”

“I’ve done it before and I’ll do it again, especially for a worthy cause.” Finn kissed him again before scooting a steaming cake from the pile and popping the whole thing in his mouth; he pulled a face at the heat and Leo shook his head.

“Told you so.”

“Don’t tell my mother,” he mumbled, relishing in the crunch of the crisp outside layer. “Oh, fuck me, these are good. Lo, c’mere!”

Logan slid into the kitchen in his socks mere seconds later with a wide smile. “I get to try one?”

“No,” Leo groaned. “They’re not done!”

“My holiday, my latkes, my rules,” Finn declared as he reached for another.

Leo huffed a long-suffering—and incredibly fond—sigh, then pushed the plate closer to them. “Whatever.”

Logan stood on his toes to kiss his cheek before snatching a latke and carefully biting into one side, cupping his hand under to catch the inevitable crumbs. “Just shove it in, baby,” Finn advised around his second cake.

Both his boys raised their eyebrows at him; Leo broke first with a devilish grin. “Yeah, I bet you’d like that.”

“Alright, you know what—”

“Watch the oil!” Logan blurted as a particularly large bubble popped and sent a few tiny droplets over their kitchen. Leo made a sad noise when he looked down at his spattered shirt and Finn rubbed his arm in sympathy.

“That’s why you don’t wear nice clothes while you cook, Butter.”

“Do you think the Tide stick will get it out?”

“We can give it shot,” Logan assured him, though he sounded rather skeptical.

A tinkling alarm went off over the sounds of the oil and Leo immediately perked up, shooing them out of the way as he grabbed an oven mitt. Finn’s heart clenched. “You made more food?”

Leo leveled him with a stare drier than the Sahara. “No, honey, I made potato pancakes and nothing else.”

The scent of roast chicken and vegetables billowed throughout their apartment and Finn couldn’t help but grin, feeling the familiar warmth seep into his bones. The whole place would smell good for days. “He remembered to get the recipe for this part,” Logan whispered, wrapping his arms around Finn’s waist from the side wile Leo pulled the pan out and cut the sweet potatoes open.

“It smells like home,” Finn managed, leaning his temple on Logan’s soft hair. “Alex would fucking love this.”

Logan snapped his fingers, then reached over to the counter and handed Finn his phone, swiping to his most recent texts. “Actually, I think Bliz and Nat have that under control.”

Something hot prickled at the corners of Finn’s eyes when he saw the picture—Alex glowed with happiness, sandwiched between Kasey and Natalie with a bright grin on his face as the three of them held up their bowls of soup. The matzo balls inside were a little wonky, but otherwise looked delicious, just as they had when Alex and Finn made them as kids.

“Oh, honey,” Leo said quietly as Finn swiped the first tear off his cheek. He closed the distance between them and joined the hug, kissing the top of Finn’s forehead.

“I don’t know why I’m crying,” he sniffled. “I’m just so happy and I love you both so much. Fuck, Leo, you made me latkes.”

“Did they taste okay? I know it was kind of a Franken-recipe.”

Finn pulled back and reached up to cradle Leo’s soft cheeks in his hands, looking straight into his eyes. “Leo, they were perfect.”

“Happy Pesach,” Logan murmured, snuggling against him.

Finn barely held back a wince. “Pesach, Lo.”

“What?”

“You gotta—” He stifled his laugh with his hand. “There’s emphasis on the first syllable, then a ‘k’ sound.”

Logan licked his lips. “Pesach?”

“You sound so fucking French, oh my god.” He turned back to Leo with a smug smile. “You can’t make fun of me for how I saw ‘beignets’ after this.”

Leo barked a laugh, short and sharp. “Oh, yes I can. Watch it, Harzy, or you can kiss your latkes goodbye.”

“Joke’s on you, I know there are more at Loops’ house right now.” Finn propped his chin on Logan’s head and batted his eyelashes. “Besides, you have to be nice to me today. This is like my second birthday.”

“You can’t keep claiming things are your birthday!” Logan protested, wiggling away from his grip. “First it was Saint Patrick’s Day, then Hanukkah, and now this?”

“I have lots of birthdays,” Finn said solemnly.

Leo rolled his eyes. “Happy Pesach to the man of many birthdays. Can we at least eat before the chicken gets cold? I don’t want to beg food off Talker and his sisters tonight. My pride can’t handle it.”

“You have two boyfriends and a snazzy rainbow bracelet,” Finn scoffed playfully as he grabbed forks out of their utensil drawer. “That’s plenty of pride in my book.”

[trashyswitch]

Stupid Tickly Feeling...

Virgil is plagued by the usual itchy feeling. But it keeps occurring right on the spots that tickle when itched! Virgil accidentally puts himself into a lee mood, and asks the dark sides for help. Though, it looks as if only one side can help...

This fanfic will have a bit of crude humor because...Remus. But, I've kept it very minimal.

Also, this fanfic was suggested by @agarus-fallen-lershal on Tumblr. Thank you for the merged ideas! and I hope you enjoy!

Virgil had been sitting in his room watching something on his phone, when he felt it: a tickly feeling on his foot. He looked up and looked at his foot for only a few seconds, before he pulled his foot closer to itch it. But while he was scratching the bottom of his foot, his fingernails were unintentionally tickling his foot while he itched. This caused a small, wobbly grin to appear on his face.

Virgil big his lip as he felt the itchy spot reach his toes. Uh oh...Those were a REALLY bad ticklish spot! But...He had to itch it! So, Virgil ignored his sensitivity and scratched under his toes. OOOOHOHO BOY! So much as one simple stroke of his fingernails would pull his grin wider! The more he itched under his toes, the more the ticklishness made him titter and pause his breathing. Stupid ticklish feet...Who’s idea was it to make his feet so ticklish?! And WHY?! It was such an inconvenience!

Finally, through the titters and wonky smirks, Virgil stopped itching. The tickly feeling seemed to have left...For now, anyway. Virgil sighed in content and grabbed his phone again. He needed to rewind his video a little bit to rewatch the spots he had missed. It didn’t take long for Virgil to get caught up on the video. Eventually, the video ended, and Virgil was back to finding something else to watch.

But quickly, the ticklish feeling returned! This time, on his hip. Oh NOOOOO...Why there of all places?! Virgil gulped in embarrassment, rather than annoyance. If there’s one spot he’s not gonna itch, it was his hip. So, Virgil tried to ignore it. He focused on finding a new video instead. He scrolled and scrolled through the many youtube recommendations, and narrowed down the videos he might wanna watch. But then, the ticklish feeling increased! And it spread to his armpit! Virgil sighed and did try to scratch under his armpit. But the moment he had jumped from his own nail jab, Virgil stopped. Damn...So much for ridding himself of the itchy feeling…

To make things worse, the ticklish feeling had moved from his hip to his ribs! Virgil scratched at the spot, and continued to unintentionally tickle himself. Though his ribs weren’t nearly as ticklish as his hips, they were ticklish enough to make himself jump when scratched. He grunted slightly as his body jumped and twitched from the digging and scratching. Why was he so ticklish? And why couldn’t the ticklish feeling move somewhere that wasn’t as ticklish?

The other part about his struggles was that the moving itchiness and his ticklish scratching...might’ve been putting him into a lee mood. Even though the scratching made himself jump and smile all wobbly, it didn’t really make him laugh. It barely tickled enough to make him giggle! And what he really wanted to do right then, was giggle and laugh under another person’s fingers. But who in the world was gonna tickle him without judging him? Virgil finally stopped scratching and thought to himself.

Well, Virgil could easily take Roman off the list because He judges EVERYONE, both out loud AND in his head! He even laughed his head off at Janus’s name! What kind of a man does that?! No one laughed at his name! So why would he laugh at Janus’s? All in all, Roman as a ler? BIIIIIG no-no!

Logan would be quite good if given the opportunity, and he wouldn’t lie to you about his thoughts on it. But Virgil sensed that Logan would also make it feel really awkward. And everyone knows awkwardness just kills the mood in no time. So...scratch him off the list.

Patton most likely wouldn’t judge him. But he’d be too worried about how much is too much. So much so, that Patton would kill the mood with his own carefulness! And the truth was, Virgil wanted rough! Like, quite rough! Much more rough than what Patton was capable of doing. So sadly...Patton’s scratched off the list too.

Janus was a big fat maybe. He would be good at covering up his feelings about it, and would probably make a good ler! I mean the man has 6 separate arms! That idea alone, can send shivers up any lee’s spine! So Janus?...He gets a star key.

Lastly, the least judgemental, and the most daring and rough of all: Remus! Now THERE was a monster waiting for lees! Remus was basically a real, human version of the tickle monster from that Raggedy Ann series! What were they called again?

Oh! Gazooks!

Yup! Remus was DEFINITELY a human Gazook!

So off to Remus he ran, in hopes of lots of tickles! Virgil just couldn’t wait! He knew Remus would never judge him for something as weird as this! In fact, he knew Remus would encourage something as weird as this! That made this quest even better! Virgil slowed himself down in front of Remus’s room, and walked himself up to the door. A simple knock was all that was needed to get Remus’s attention.

“Come on in, Virgil!” Remus declared happily. Virgil happily walked in and watched Remus close the door behind him. “What brings you here, Virgey?” Remus asked.

“I...have a small secret I wanna tell you...Please don’t laugh.” Virgil begged.

Remus gasped and quickly sat Virgil down. “Oh, of course! I promise. Now tell tell tell! Please tell me! I’m all ears!” Remus begged, making his ears bigger with a wide grin.

Virgil giggled and sat down. “Well...I’m in a mood…” Virgil told him.

Remus nodded. “Uh huh...I see that! What kind of mood?” Remus asked.

Virgil bit his lip and cleared his throat. “Iwannabetickled.” Virgil told him really fast.

Remus gasped and cooed as he felt a hurt expression fall onto his face. “Awwwwww! I would love to help you, I really would. But…” Remus leaned in and put his hand up to shield the air from hearing his secret. “I’m in a lee mood too.” Remus whispered to him.

Virgil’s eyes widened. Wait, WHAT?! Virgil backed up and looked at Remus with his jaw dropped. “No way…”

“Yes! I’m actually in a lee mood myself! It’s so rare, as well.” Remus admitted.

Virgil frowned and looked down. “So...you can’t tickle me?” Virgil asked him with hurt eyes.

Remus looked at his own nails. “Well I could, but I wouldn’t be as effective.” Remus admitted. “You know who WOULD be a good tickler though?” Remus asked. Virgil leaned in to listen. “Janus.” Remus replied.

Virgil smiled widely and nodded. “He would be perfect for the job.” Virgil admitted.

“And the best part? He can tickle us both with 3 separate arms!” Remus added.

Virgil gasped. “I didn’t even think of that!” Virgil admitted.

Remus giggled and loosely covered his mouth with his palm. “So what do you think?” Remus asked.

Virgil clapped his hands and stood up. “I think we should ask.” Virgil told him.

“Woooooow! Getting eager, are we?” Remus teased, bouncing his eyebrows up and down.

Virgil wrapped his entire hand around Remus’s face and pushed him away. Remus laughed as he flopped onto the bed. “Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s get him!” Remus declared.

Virgil and Remus quickly ran out of the room and sprinted right up to Janus’s bedroom door.

“Will you do the honors, my lee-ige?” Remus asked politely.

“I’d rather you do the knocking.” Virgil admitted. “Oh! And by the way?” Virgil paused his words and flipped him off with his right hand.

Remus, smirking like the idiot he is, made his hand into the ‘okay’ sign and bounced the circular O part of the sign up and down around the middle finger to make the gesture unnecessarily dirty. Virgil slapped Remus’s hand away and knocked on the door instead. Remus just guffawed at this and waited for Janus to answer.

“Oh! Remus and Virgil. I suspected as such. I was totally not expecting just Remus.” Janus greeted.

“We need help.” Remus told him.

“Lots of help.” Virgil added.

“Hm...Totally don’t feel rushed at all…” Janus muttered out loud as he let the boys in.

“Virgil and I are both in a lee mood. Can you please tickle us?” Remus asked.

Janus widened his eyes and blinked in surprise. “...I…”

“I was in a lee mood and I went to Remus for help. But Remus told me he was in a lee mood too. So we both came to you because we both wanted tickles…” Virgil admitted, biting his thumbnail nervously.

“And your 6 hands looked very intimidating and helpful for this certain problem.” Remus added. “So may you please use your tiiicklish fingies to throw us into a puddle of hysterical laughter?” Remus asked.

Janus smirked and wrapped the both of them up in one arm each. “I will happily drive you insane with my tickly fingers.” Janus replied proudly. Janus quickly started skittering ten fingers each on Remus and Virgil’s ribs first.

“oHOHOHO GEHEHEHEHEEZ!” Virgil’s lips immediately morphed into a toothy smile as he fell into hysterical laughter.

“HAHAHAHAHAHA! YAAAHAHAHAHAY!” Remus kicked his feet and cheered confidently. He wasn’t even afraid to hide his love for tickles! He was just happy to experience it!

Virgil looked at Janus’s skittering fingers that moved up and down his ribcage. “IHIHI GUEHEHESS WEHEHE’RE STAHAHARTIHING OHOFF STROHOHONG!” Virgil reacted.

“Believe whatever you like, Virgil…” Janus said with a big smirk.

Virgil shook his head back and forth and flapped his arms around. He was strapped right into Janus’s grasp with just one arm! Normally it would take 2 arms to capture the wiggle worm without losing his grip. But the tickling was quickly weakening Virgil, making him easier to trap in one single arm. “IHIHIHI- HOHOHOW AHAHARE YOHOU SOHOHOHO STROHOHOHONG?!” Virgil asked, not realizing the situation.

“Now why would I tell you that?” Janus responded back.

Remus was a puddle of snorts and giggles. Janus’s left fingers had moved to digging into his hip, while the other hand had started poking and twirling in and around his belly button. “WAHAHA! *snort* NAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO- *snort* NOHOHO BEHEHELLYYYYY!” Remus squeaked as he failed to cover up his sensitive spots. Janus had captured Remus with his arm under his armpits. So any attempts to cover up the ticklish spots were impossible. He couldn’t reach down to stop any of the fingers! Meaning he had to deal with his exposed belly button and his vulnerable hip being dug into and poked! It was just unfair! And that almost made the situation even BETTER!

“WAHAHAIT- WHAHAHAT AHAHARE YOU DOHOHOIHIHING?!” Virgil asked loudly. Virgil watched in horror as the hands moved down to his feet. While one of the hands grabbed Virgil’s ankle, the other hand had summoned a feather and started fluttering it on his inner arch. “Uhuhuh ohohohoh! Notthere! Nonononono PLEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” Virgil tugged on his foot desperately and cackled loudly. His foot was way too ticklish for such an attack! “WHYHYHYHY THEHEHE FEHEHEHEATHEHEHER?!” Virgil asked.

Janus giggled. “Why, what a great question to ask!” He reacted. “I chose to use a feather because it is one of the softest tickle tools a ler can ever use against a lee. They’re soft, yet stiff. They can be rough, or they can be soft. They can make a person all giggly and melt in one’s arms, or they can drive a person mad with how abnormally soft the touch is.” Janus explained in excruciating detail.

Next, Janus summoned a second feather and started tickling Remus’s belly button with it! Remus squeaked and blushed brightly. The man couldn’t even stare at it! it was so flustering to see, let alone get tickled by it! Remus was starting to physically melt into Janus’s arms. “Nooooohohohohohohohohoho! Yohohohou’re beheing ehehehevihihihil!” Remus told him.

“Me? Evil? Never.” Janus reacted.

Janus moved Virgil’s feather up to the back of his knee next. Virgil’s laughter cooled down into giggles. “Ahahahalrihihihight. Thahahahank yohohohohou Jahahahanuhuhuhus.” Virgil told him.

“Let’s see just how long Virgil and Remus can handle giggling while a feather tickles in their giggle spots...” Janus decided.

Remus was a complete mess of giggles. He was blushing a scarlet red color, barely moving, and actually cuddling Janus while he was being tickled! It was completely clear that Remus was enjoying it. He was just not afraid of showing people that! Then again, this is Remus we’re talking about: He’s not afraid of showing people ANYTHING! He’s the most blunt person you’ll meet! It’s quite hilarious most of the time. This time though, it made Remus look really cute!

Virgil was leaning his head back and giggling with a toothy smile on his face while his knee pit was lightly attacked. As seconds turned into minutes, Virgil started slowly lessening his wiggles. When minutes hit double digits, the tugs started to slow and Virgil was falling limp to the softer giggles. He couldn’t believe he was saying this...But lighter tickles were surprisingly more overwhelming than the stronger tickles!

Janus decided to drop the feathers and dig into both boys’ hips. Remus AND Virgil’s eyes bursted open to the size of dinner plates, and shrieked like toddlers! Remus’s bursted into witch-like cackles and kicked his feet wildly, while Virgil threw his head back and laughed hysterically! Both boys were wiggling back and forth as much as their weakened bodies could. But Janus had already dominated them with his strength! And he was NOT afraid to weaken them further.

Soon though, Janus finally gave the boys a long break. He laid each lee down onto the bed and calmly put a blanket onto them.

...Only for Remus to kick the blanket off and throw it into Janus’s face. “You think I’m cold after being tickled?” Remus reacted.

“Well if you’re gonna be an ass about it, then have it your way! No tickle cuddles for you.” Janus declared, as he put a blanket onto Virgil.

“wwWWHAT?!” Remus shouted. Remus stuttered in offence, before finally flopping onto his pillow and pouting. “F-Fine!” Remus whined as he turned away.

Janus rolled his eyes and laid beside Virgil. He gently wrapped two of his arms around Virgil and rested his chin onto his chest. Virgil smiled at this and turned to face Janus. “Thank you Janus. You’re a life-saver.” Virgil told him before snuggling himself into Janus’s arms. Janus smiled and wrapped his arms around him again while softly humming a familiar melody.

Soon, Remus’s pouty frown softened into genuine hurt. It didn’t take very long for Remus to start feeling guilty for his actions. His hunger for love quickly overcame him as he turned himself onto his back. “I’m sorry Janus.” Remus whined. He laid his head onto Janus’s shoulder. “Thank you for the tickles.” Remus told him.

Janus smiled and looked over at Remus with love and appreciation in his eyes. Janus wrapped his arms around Remus’s shoulders and back, and pulled Remus closer to cuddle him. Remus happily took the cuddles and softly snuggled into Janus’s side.

With both boys in the snake boy’s snuggly warm grasp, Janus slowly brought the pair of lower hands to Virgil and Remus’s side and started very gently skittering. The boys started to giggle and slightly wiggle in his arms at the tickles, and didn’t push the distracting nails away. They welcomed every scratch, every wiggle and every poke and prod. Virgil and Remus found tickling to be quite fun! Especially when coming from an exceptionally great ler! Speaking of the ler..,

This wouldn’t have been nearly as fun or worth the fear, if it weren’t for Janus. The snake’s judgement-free attitude made it easier for them to tell, and his response made everything all the more enjoyable.

So...thank you Janus. And thank you Remus as well!

[sirius-mf-blaxk]

Sanders Sides - Hogwarts AU (Part 2) The Sorting

This ones a bit shorter than the last one, so apologies in advance. That being said, ENJOY!!

Patton

Saying that the castle was amazing would be an understatement. Patton couldn’t help but gawk at everything he saw as the group was led up the stairs towards the door which opens to the Great Hall.

The professor guiding them introduced the houses and briefed them on some of the rules (the idea of winning the ‘House Cup’ excited him)

The moment the doors opened, Patton wasn’t sure where to look. The tables were long and full of students wearing robes according to their houses

The ceiling… THERE WAS NO CEILING?!

“Where’s the ceiling?” Patton asked, part distressed, part fascinated

“Do not worry, Patton,'' Logan said from behind him, “It’s been enchanted to look like the sky. The candles aren’t real either”

“Oh, that’s great. I was so worried about the wax falling everywhere!”

They stood in front of a shaggy brown Sorting Hat on top of a three legged stool. Headmistress McGonagall stood up from the teacher’s table behind the Hat, and welcomed them, said a few words and told Professor Sprout to begin the Sorting.

“Remy Abberton,” she called out first.

Patton smiled at him in recognition as he sauntered walked up to the Hat and sat down.

“Hmm, yes. Alright. GRYFFINDOR!”

Applause erupted from one of the tables as Remy strutted walked down, smirking.

“Patton Whitlock”

Patton smiled, walked up and sat down excitedly.

“Of Course. HUFFLEPUFF!”

Patton laughed out loud as he bounced down to the loudest table in the Hall and shook hands with the nice girl next to where he sat.

“Hufflepuff,” he thought ,”This is gonna be so great!” 

Logan

The castle impressed him, but he wasn’t as shocked as the other students. He has read about every spell and enchantment used to emphasize the castle’s grandeur.

However, seeing it in person was quite enjoyable.

As the Sorting commenced, he saw Remy and Patton being sorted, and seeing Patton sitting on the table of his preferred house gave him hope.

After a few students, Professor Sprout called out, “Logan Carnell”

Logan straightened his robes and walked up the stairs to the stool

The Hat was placed on his head, and for the first time since he leant about magic, he felt anxious.

“Oh, you’re a different one, aren’t you?” the Hat asked. Believing it to be a rhetorical question, Logan didn’t say anything.

“Smart. Very smart. And practical too,” it continued, “and,”

Logan frowned at the change of tone

“Clever. And quite ambitious too. Better be, SLYTHERIN!”

Logan was confused. He didn’t like being confused.

He didn’t question the Hat’s choice. He saw the logic. He was quite ambitious. And took pride in his intellect.

He walked to the table applauding him (for some reason) and sat down.

“Slytherin,” he thought, “this shall be ideal”

Virgil

Every euphoric feeling that Virgil felt upon entering and looking around the castle was replaced by nervousness and anxiety the minute he saw the Sorting Hat.

Damien was right beside him, and Virgil knew he, that under his cool demeanor, was nervous.

As Patton, Logan and a few others got sorted, Damien held Virgil’s arm and leaned towards his ear

“Virgil, listen to me,” he whispered, “Whatever happens, whatever people back home say or think,  we need to promise each other that it won’t let it get between us”.

Virgil looked up at him, feeling both astonished and grateful.

“Promise me, V”

“I promise, Dee”

“Damien Ethel”

Virgil saw his cousin walk to the stool, his confidence unwavering.

The Hat was placed on his head and, after a beat, declared, “SLYTHERIN!”

Damien visibly relaxed, and seeing him sitting on the table with Logan as his housefellow made Virgil feel as if a significant weight had been lifted off of his shoulders

“Virgil Fawns”

There it was again.

He shakily made his way up, thinking of anything that may help the Hat say ‘Slytherin’ like his cousin.

The Hat was placed on his head, and he waited.

And waited.

And waited.

‘I broke the Hat,’ he thought

“You did not break me, little one. You’re just … difficult…”

‘What does that mean?’

“It means that there’s more to you than you let on. It’s all in your head”

‘Slytherin,’ he thought, ‘Say Slytherin’

“Is that your own voice, or someone else’s?” 

‘You know exactly whose voice it is’

“Very well, this makes the whole decision easier. HUFFLEPUFF!”

Virgil’s blood ran cold.

He saw Damien rise from where he sat, panic etched across his face.

Virgil barely registered walking to the third table, his internal panic drowning out the applause.

He tried to smile back at Patton’s beaming face, but he too numb to do so, so he just sat down next to him quietly, not knowing what to think or what to do.

Roman

The castle was exactly like the ones in Roman's storybooks, only it was better. The wheels in his head had already begun spinning, ideas for stories, games and adventures overflowing.

When the Sorting began, he was simply BUZZING.

Remy was sorted in Gryffindor, which confused Roman, but then again, at least he'll be having some company.

Patton went to the Hufflepuff as Roman whispered "Called it" under his breath.

Deceit was sitting on the Slytherin table, just as Roman expected. However, it was the person next to Deceit who he was staring at confusedly

Logan was a Ravenclaw, through and through. Why is he a Slytherin?

"Virgil Fawns"

'Oh, great', Roman thought, frowning, 'another Slytherin. At this rate they'll be outnumbering us Gryff-'

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

WHAT?

Roman, too busy thinking aloud in his head, had missed the Hat's assessment on Virgil, but Hufflepuff made no sense!

"Hey, what'd the Hat say about him?" he asked Remus, standing next to him.

"I don't know, it was all very wonky. He kept talking to him and asking weird questions", his brother replied

"Emile Forrest"

The eleven year old embodiment of sunshine made his way to the stool, sat down and grinned brightly

"HUFFLEPUFF"

As he joined Patton and Virgil, something about Virgil's expression threw Roman off.

Was he sad? He seemed really sad…

The sudden urge to go to the small hunched over boy almost overcame Roman, but the sound of his brother's name being called distracted him.

"Remus Cicero"

Roman gave his twin a little smile, which was reciprocated as Remus walked up the stairs

The Hat was placed on his head, and immediately began speaking

"Bold. Very bold. No room for cowardice either. And you're clever! Oh, yes. Better be, GRYFFINDOR!"

Roman's mouth didn't close until Remus walked down and sat next to the cheering crowd of the Gryffindor students.

Ok, Roman loved his brother, even if he's a grade A nuisance most of the time, but this makes no sense. At all.

Oh well, at least they'd be together.

"Roman Cicero"

This is his moment.

With his chin up, he walked up the few stairs leading to the Hat, each step seeming louder and louder to the small boy.

As he the Hat was placed on his head, his head began screaming 'GRYFFINDOR. GRYFFINDOR.'

"Talented. Quite bright, indeed. You take pride in your ideas, do you not?" the Hat asked.

"Y-yes. They're mine", Roman whispered.

"Hard working too,'' the Hat continued, ignoring Roman's reply, "RAVENCLAW!"

Roman's heart sank

No…

Only when the professor put a warm hand on his back, he realized he hadn't moved from his position

Gingerly he stepped down, his eye catching his brother's frowning expression asking 'What?'

Roman smiled sadly, 'I don't know', he silently replied, knowing Remus will understand, 'But if anyone can make it work, it's me'

'Yep. Definitely', his twin smirked in confidence as Roman sat down on his table, alone, as the brothers turned their heads towards Professor McGonagall, who had gotten up and declared the feast to begin.

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Roman Isn’t Okay

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Author’s note: I impulsively wrote this today in wake of the new video. It might be a garbage fire, but that’s okay. 

Summary: Roman isn’t as okay after “Dealing with Intrusive Thoughts” as he pretends to be.

Warnings: Remus is mentioned multiple times and briefly appears. Head injuries (not at all accurate obviously). Sympathetic or morally gray Deceit. The other sides are villified just a bit because I’m salty on my dramatic boy’s behalf. 

Word count: 2037

Writing Masterpost!

...

As soon as Remus was gone, it was like a weight lifted off of Roman. He groaned, finally pushing himself to his feet. The world tilted dangerously, his head pounding,

“Ugh,” he heard himself groan. Looking around at everyone as best as he could, Roman felt bitterness rise in his chest—the others could have just warned him and prevented all of this! Roman would have been on guard, and he could have stopped Remus from causing a lot of pain. To him and to Thomas. “I can see now why everyone was reluctant to tell me what was going on,” he grumbled.

“Romaaaan!” a very familiar voice called.

“You’re alive!” Patton cried.

Roman did his best not to wince at the fresh stab of pain in his head. He remembered the past uncertain amount of time, lying on the floor with everyone talking like nothing was wrong. You thought I was dead and that was how much you cared?

Thomas came into focus in front of him. He looked happy to see him back on his feet. “I love you!” he was saying.

…Okay. That helped a little bit.

Virgil looked briefly concerned. “Are you… good?” he asked.

Roman only allowed himself to hold his head for a moment before he quickly assumed his usual proper princely presence. His vision was still swimming, and he felt like he might be sick if he stayed vertical for more than a few minutes, but Roman was a good actor.

He lowered his hand to his side with a quickly banished grimace. “I don’t know,” he said. Which was honest, but… not actually what he’d meant to say. Whoops.

“Aww, are you hurt at all?” Patton asked, in that sweet, slightly patronizing voice of his.

What kind of question was that? Did the others really think that, of course, Roman should be perfectly fine after being smacked up the head with his brother’s morning star? Roman felt bitter, but the feeling only egged on his nausea. He wasn’t Logan. He couldn’t logic his way out of injuries like he could. Roman was creativity, and right now his imagination was running wild with concussion side effects.

He sighed in exasperation, and he decided to lie. He did his best to act the part.

“My head’s fine,” he said, the body language alone involved in doing so enough to make his head spin. He couldn’t just not talk with his hands, though—the others expected it. And it was clear that they didn’t care that he was hurt, so why concern Thomas?

He was sure that the only reason Thomas hadn’t checked in on him before was because he was so overwhelmed by the other part of the imagination, and because he had been too tired to focus. (Right?)

“More than anything,” Roman continued, “I feel like I was struck by a realization. Like… Einstein with the apple.”

“You mean Newton?” Logan asked.

“Oh, shut up, nerdy Wolverine," Roman retorted on impulse, anger flashing through him at Logan's words. Pardon him for his head being a little scrambled!

Then he stopped.

“No!” Roman cried out in frustration and regret, for he was not and refused to be like his brother. However judgmental Logan had been acting.

That hadn’t Roman talking, not completely. Stupid Remus, still affecting him. Their split back in the beginning hadn’t been quite perfect—they hadn’t originally been meant to be separate, after all—so they sometimes influenced each other, whether purposefully or not.

“Oh, I mean—.” He sighed, taking a second to collect himself. “I’m sorry, Logan. I didn’t mean that.”

After that, some of the conversation kind of slipped away from him. He was having a hard time focusing. He just stood there with a smile and hoped it was an appropriate reaction.

“Smelly bums!”

Roman snapped back into the present, feeling almost like he’d gotten whacked on the head a second time.

Oh, great. Remus was back. Roman scoffed.

They argued briefly, but thankfully, this time Remus disappeared as quickly as he had arrived.

“Don’t like him,” Roman commented, annoyed. He desperately wanted to leave too, to just lie down in the dark somewhere, but now he had Thomas’s attention.

“So…” he was saying. “You have a brother?”

Roman sighed, stepping back to take his rightful spot directly in front of the television. He could do this for just a little longer. He did probably owe Thomas an explanation. “…Yeah,” he admitted. “It’s a little like looking into a fun house mirror. But instead of a giant head or, like, long legs and a tiny torso,” You can do this, just a few more seconds, “it shows you everything you don’t want to be.”

“Doesn’t sound like a very fun house.”

“Yeah,” Roman said. Then, quickly, as the darkness started to creep in on his vision again, he added, “But—ah, wha-whatever, you know? He’s gone now and he’s never coming back!” Obviously, that wasn’t true, but Roman sorely wished it was.

Thomas didn’t seem to want to let him have his fantasy. “Oh—I don’t think that that’s—”

“BYE!” Roman said loudly, sinking out fast, but still with his usual dramatic flair.

…

As soon as he was out of there, Roman let the façade drop. He rose up in his room and the action caused him to sway dangerously, everything going wonky for a few seconds. He caught himself and maneuvered himself over to the bed, one hand pressed to the lump on his head. He sat down hard on the mattress. He wanted to lay down more than anything, but he wasn’t quite sure that he wasn’t about to throw up. Roman wasn’t feeling very princely right now. Right now, he felt like garbage—usually a certain someone else’s territory. He closed his eyes and focused on keeping his insides where they were meant to be.

He couldn’t deny that he was hurt, emotionally as well as physically. Nobody had helped him. Nobody had even tried to warn him what was going on! He knew that Thomas was the priority, but no one had even seemed to care that he was injured. He had probably missed most of the conversation, but he knew. He’d vaguely heard his name a few times, but there hadn’t been worry in the words from what he could tell. They had just stood around and talked over him. Sure, the most important thing had been making sure Thomas was okay and figuring out how to get rid of the intrusive thoughts—or to better deal with them, at least. Roman had even tried to help, once he’d recovered enough to get out the words, even if his contribution had only amounted to telling his brother to shut up. But it was still hurtful.

In any case, no one really cared that he was hurt. So, he would pretend not to be. The others had enough to deal with already. There was no need to make them feel obligated to help him.

Still, sitting there on the bed, mulling over what had happened, Roman felt like crying. But when the tears began to prick at his eyes, it only made his headache all the worse. He quickly willed them back. He just wanted to lie down and pretend that none of this had happened. More than that, though, he wanted someone here to rub his back and tuck him in and tell him he’d be okay.

Roman may be the prince, usually the one doing the rescuing, but sometimes it would be nice to have someone rescue him.

...

There was no sound when it happened, no change in atmosphere; and Roman’s eyes were still shut; so he didn’t actually see the other side appear in his room; but he knew the moment it happened. He reluctantly opened his eyes, watching the reptilian figure in front of him with a sluggishly annoyed glare.

“Begone, Deceit, I’m in no mood to deal with your tricks.”

Deceit raised his hands in surrender. “No tricks this time.”

Roman gave him another tired but skeptical look, as best he could with his head feeling like… well, like someone had recently smacked it with a morning star.

“No tricks,” Deceit repeated. His gaze looked almost soft—as soft as the dark side’s gaze ever looked.

Roman looked down in surrender, and Deceit lowered his hands. He swept the bowler hat from his head and pulled out a few items, like he was performing a magic trick: an ice pack, a juice box, and a couple of pills.

“Take these,” he said quietly, approaching. “They’ll help.”

Roman gave him one more suspicious look before he scooped up the pills. He regarded the juice box for a moment, wondering if he’d be able to keep it down, but Deceit was staring expectantly at him, so he just swallowed the pills with a sip of the juice. Thankfully, they stayed down.

“Now lie down,” Deceit continued, vanishing the half-empty juice box. He kept the ice pack. “On your stomach.”

Roman obeyed, laying down among the pillows. He felt Deceit carefully place the ice pack against his sore head but couldn’t see him from this position. The deceitful side came back into view as he walked around to the side of the bed and crouched beside him.

“Are you alright, Roman?” he asked.

“Whadda you care,” Roman mumbled, his voice further muffled by the pillow his head was smushed into. His head ached too much for him to figure out Deceit’s angle. The nausea, however, had started to abate mere seconds after taking the pills, and the room was spinning a bit less. Mind palace physics were useful sometimes.

Deceit scoffed, putting a hand to his chest. “I’m not heartless. I just like to bend the truth a little. Is that so wrong?”

“Hm,” was all Roman offered in response.

“I care about Thomas’s self-preservation, and you are an important part of Thomas’s self. Therefore, doesn’t it carry that I would care about you? Besides, I don’t see any of the others here, helping you,” Deceit observed, inspecting the tips of his gloved fingers. “Clearly, you mean a lot to them.”

Roman sucked in a small breath, feeling like a shard of glass had pierced his heart.

Deceit dropped his hand, taking Roman in, then sighed. “Apologies, Roman. Old habits. I’m sure the others don’t care—I mean, care about you. They just get a bit… selfish.”

“They were helping Thomas,” Roman said into his pillow.

“Exactly. And that is a very worthy cause.” Deceit got up from his crouched position and pulled up a chair, settling himself in it with the air of a rich woman at a cocktail party. “But I am sure that it still hurts that they abandoned you in your time of need.”

Well, yes. It did. Of course, it did. “Why are you here, anyway?” Roman asked, lifting his head just slightly off the pillow this time, to be better heard. The pounding in his head was starting to fade now, thanks to the pills and the ice pack.

“You lied,” Deceit said simply. “When you told the others that your head was okay. You didn’t really think I wouldn’t know about that, did you?”

Roman sighed.

“Anyway.” Deceit shook out a magazine as it appeared in his hands. “I’m definitely leaving if you want me here. So don’t ask me to stay.”

Roman watched him for a few seconds. Deceit’s eyes flicked in his direction, then back to the magazine. He licked the tip of a gloved finger (ew) and turned a page.

Roman was suddenly profoundly tired. He let his eyes slowly close, deciding that it would be nice to just sleep off the pain in his head. Deceit certainly wasn’t the ideal companion: as nice as he acted towards Roman, flattering him with platitudes, Roman was aware that most of the time, almost none of them were completely sincere. But right now, even if it was just the bump on his head talking, Deceit didn’t seem to be trying to manipulate him. Roman would trust him, just this once.

Perhaps none of the light sides had come to check on him after what had happened, but at least he wasn’t completely alone.

[ilovereadingandilovebreathing]

In the Midst of Catastrophe

A/N: I had a couple of requests for Prinxiety with the Lost Cat AU, so it’s finally here! Sorry if it’s a lot like my other two lol And sorry for errors; I didn’t edit it super closely because the guilt of not posting this one when I posted two other ones was eating at me all week lol Edit: Just learned how to do Read More on Mobile; sorry about that lol

College AU that is different from my existing one lol

Warning for cussing, upset stomach mention, alcohol reference, sadness/crying, stranger paranoia, anxiety symptoms, implied violent pet death mention, family death mention, and actual pet death mention (SPOILER BUT NOT VIRGIL’S CAT NO WORRIES)

The sleepy, grey rays of an overcast Sunday morning filtered through Virgil Anderson’s curtains, only brightening enough to pull the young man from a fitful sleep around 11 in the morning. With a groan, Virgil threw his blankets off and trudged into the kitchen he shared with his two other roommates, perching hunched on one of the trio’s bar stools with a yawn.

“Morning, Moonshine!” Virgil’s bubbly roommate, Patton, breeezed past him and into the kitchen, clicked on the coffee maker, and turned on a stove eye.

“Pat, I told you, moonshine is alcohol.”

“I know, but Logan is my Starshine, and I’m his Sunshine, so you’re my Moonshine. You have to be!” Patton pouted a bit and gestured toward the breakfast food part of their pantry. “Pancakes? French toast? Just toasted toast?”

“Nothing right now.” Virgil grumbled, sliding an arm over his rolling stomach.

Patton frowned, a sad gleam in his eyes, and he slowly crossed to his roommate to wrap him in a warm, loving hug.

“No luck with Shadow then, huh?”

Virgil shook his head mutely, and Patton gave him a squeeze and rested his head on Virgil’s.

“I’m so sorry, Vee. I’m sure he’ll turn up soon. Cats are smart like that; they have a built in homing device or something.”

“Something like that.” A deep, sleepy voice cut in from across the room, and the quiet pair looked up to find their third roommate trying to rub his eyes into wakefulness. “Or just animal instinct.”

“Morning, Lolo.” Patton murmured sweetly through Virgil’s hair.

“I assume this means that Shadow is sticking to his leave of absence?”

Virgil nodded again and allowed his chin to fall to his chest with a loud sigh. Patton made a distressed noise in the back of his throat and moved to hold Virgil from the side, rubbing Virgil’s back with one hand and moving to take Virgil’s hand with the other.

“He’ll come home, Virgil. I know he will. He loves you,” Patton whispered softly in Virgil’s ear. “Promise me you’ll come to us if you start to feel...wonky. Promise me.”

Virgil quirked a brow at Patton’s word choice, but he ultimately nodded and squeezed Patton’s hand, touching the other to his chin and signing “Thank you” as Patton stood up straight. Their sign that Virgil was ultimately okay but a little overwhelmed. Patton smiled, patted his shoulder, and crossed to Logan, quickly wrapping his arms around the other’s neck. He breathed out a soft “good morning” and placed an equally soft kiss on his lover’s lips. Logan blinked and reciprocated before Patton pulled away and folded into the taller man’s side.

“Hungry, sweetpea?”

“Soon.” Logan grunted and allowed Patton to lead him to the table and sit him down with a light pat to the crown of his head.

“Sleepy Logan is my favorite.” Patton whispered to Virgil conspiratorially as he passed. “He’s so cute when he’s tired.”

“Or grumpy.” Virgil chuckled quietly when Patton came back with a steaming cup of coffee.

“That’s before he sleeps. Or if I wake him up early.”

“Have you tried posters, Virgil?” Logan suddenly spoke up from the table as Patton set down his mug, startling his boyfriend a bit.

“What?”

“Lost Cat posters. For Shadow.”

“Oh, right, yeah. I could do that, I guess. Slap something together in Word and hang them up.”

“I’ll help!”

“Patton, we have study group today.”

Patton groaned dramatically. “But LOLOOOOOO we HAVE to help Virgiiiillll!! Don’t you care about Shadow at aaaalllll?”

“We can take a few posters to hang up as we go.”

“But...”

“It’s fine, Pat. I got it.” Virgil pulled out a smile.

“It has only been a three days.” Logan offered. “Cats can disappear for a couple of weeks and return unscathed.”

“I know. I’ve always had cats, and one vanished for a month once, but....Shadow is different.”

“We know.” Patton smiled sadly at his roommate. “And he’s a smart cookie kitty, so he’ll probably be home by tonight! Maybe he just went exploring. He’s still pretty new to this place!”

“True.” Virgil sighed, trying to push down the negative scenarios flying through his mind. “But we just finally got clearance for him to live here with me, and now he’s gone. It’s just frustrating. And scary.”

“I know. Why don’t you get started on the posters if you can’t eat?”

“Good idea.” Virgil pushed himself from the breakfast bar and shuffled to his laptop, abandoned on their coffee table from the night before. “What do you even put on a missing pet poster?”

“Usually the animal’s name, your name, contact information, a reward if possible, and a picture with or without a brief physical description.” Logan replied between notes of toast.

Virgil nodded and typed quietly for the next ten minutes or so. “Okay. Come see.”

Patton and Logan peered over their roommate’s shoulders, each with his respective breakfast in his hand while inspecting the poster.

“Virgil! You can’t put cuss words! What if a kid sees it?”

“Then they can learn.”

“It can certainly get people’s attention...”

“Lo! Don’t encourage this!”

“I believe it is an appropriate poster.”

“Thanks, Lo.”

Patton whined and dragged his feet back to the kitchen table, falling toward it dramatically. “You’re corrupting the CHILDREN!”

“Patton,” Virgil quipped. “We all know you have a potty mouth at the right times.”

“That was ONE TIME during Monopoly!”

“And two during Yahtzee.” Logan deadpanned.

“I think one during Pictionary, too.” Virgil snickered not unkindly as Patton blushed.

“....Fine. It works.”

“Nice.” Virgil hit the enter key and sent 25 copies of the small poster to his printer. 25 copies of Shadow’s solid black fur and big green eyes stared up at him, framed by these words:

LOST ASSHOLE CAT

Shadow Anderson

Fluffy asscat with black fur and green eyes

Basically Toothless as a cat

I need this jerk, so please help a dude out

Call or text 1-555-8474

$100 REWARD

(Sorry I’m a broke college kid)

-

The sun was setting by the time Virgil headed back home, an afternoon of hanging up posters and asking people having yielded nothing. Virgil stumbled through his bedroom door just as his phone went off for the 13th time since he hung up his first poster. (6 false leads, 2 pranks, 1 occultist, and 3 other pet owners offering their advice.) Virgil collapsed in his bed and took a deep breath before facing what would likely be another disappointment.

[Pat😄]

Hey, V! Did you find him?!

[💜Virge🖤]

Not yet

[Pat😄]

Aww I’m sorry! My friend, Valerie, volunteers at a shelter to get experience for her Vet. program, and she says it’s the most popular for found pets. I’ll send you the number!

[💜Virge🖤]

Thanks pat

Virgil sighed and dropped his phone next to him, closing his eyes and just breathing to calm his racing heart. His breath hitched when his phone vibrated multiple times, second long gaps in between each message, and he lay staring at the device until it had stopped moving for a full few minutes. Slowly, he reached over and brought the device to his face, and his heart stuttered when a screenful of notifications met his eyes. It was a stream of texts from the same unfamiliar number.

[+1 555-7662]

Did you find your cat????

Oh shit you don’t know me. Hi, I’m Roman! I’m a Leo, and I love long walks on the beach.

Lol anyway sorry I just wanted to make sure you got your cat back!

[+1 555-8474]

No not yet but thanks for asking

[+1 555-7662]

Oh okay, sorry to hear that. Hope he comes home soon!

[+1 555-8474]

Thanks again

[+1 555-7662]

Is there any way I can help??? More Posters? Talking to people?

Virgil quirked a brow. What the hell was this guy’s game?

[+1 555-8474]

No not really only if you find him somehow

Again thanks for the offer

[+1 555-7662]

Oh okay just let me know if anything changes. You have my number lol

[+1 555-8474]

Yup

“Might have to block that number...” Virgil muttered just as the front door flew open.

“Viiiiiiiirgiiiiilllll!” His roommate sang as he flounced into the room. “We brought your favorite Pad Thaaaaaiiiii!”

“Thanks, Pat. Thai.” Virgil’s lips quirked into a grin at Patton’s approving laughter; he turned he slipped his phone into his pocket, the device staying silent all night and into the next morning. Until 7AM.

[+1 555-7662]

Good morning! Any overnight luck on the kitty caper?

Hello? Virgil?!

[+1 555-8474]

What the hell, man?! You understand that 7AM is an ungodly hour to be awake for some people???? and no my cat is still gone but thanks for remind me

[+1 555-7662]

Oh god I’m so sorry I have to get up early to get in a decent work out and I just didn’t even think about it Wow okay I’ll stop texting you good night or morning or whatever

Virgil turned his phone on silent and threw it into his clothes hamper before turning over.

-

The early morning texts set the mood for that week. Roman texted Virgil daily, sometimes multiple times daily, for updates on the Shadow situation, and Virgil was becoming increasingly incensed with this stranger’s obsession with his cat and his life.

[+1 555-7662]

Hello! Hope today is a better day! Let me know what I can do to help!

Hello hello! Any luck on Shadow?

Viiiiiuuurrrrrgiiiiiiilllllll???

[+1 555-8474]

No not yet

[+1 555-7662]

Oh no 😔

As the days progressed, Roman’s texts progresssed beyond Shadow, and he periodically asked Virgil about his own life, having weeded out of Virgil that they attended the same college and were both first semester sophomores. Any other person would have brushed off Roman’s enthusiasm, but every time his phone buzzed, Virgil’s heart lurched painfully in his chest. Notification sounds of any type caused an immediate physical reaction in Virgil, so he normally kept his phone completely silent and answered when he felt ready to. However, lately Virgil had to keep his phone on vibrate so that he didn’t miss an actual update on Shadow, but all he was getting was updates on Roman’s life and curiosity.

[+1 555-7662]

Ugh astronomy is soooo boring!!!!

[+1 555-7662]

Omg late for rehearsal again lol he’s so going to kick me out of the troupe

[+1 555-7662]

Saved today! Director’s tired blew out oops

[+1 555-7662]

Any luck with Shadow?!

It wasn’t that Virgil had anything against a kind stranger or Roman in particular, but that was the issue. Roman was a stranger, and Virgil couldn’t conceive of any universe in which a total stranger would care so much about him or his cat unless he was a psycho or stalker or something. The thought left Virgil paralyzed. What was this guy’s angle? There had to be one, and Virgil wanted no part of it.

He left Roman on Read for a few days.

-

That particularly rough Thursday was when it all came to a head. Shadow was still missing; Virgil overslept, had to skip breakfast, wasn’t ready for a pop quiz in his 50 minute 11am class, and nearly missed his noon class in a mad dash to get a snack in between (the professor was an asshole who locked the doors right at noon.) On top of all that, prank message number three came through.

[Unknown]

Your cat and my front bumper became good friends today

Virgil’s stomach lurched and his heart pounded; he threw his phone onto his rug and wept bitterly into his hands. Thank god he was already home.

“Virgil?! Honey, are you okay?!” Virgil shook his head furiously as Patton shuffled into his room and gasped. “Aw, baby...”

“Some asshole just sent me....he said that Shadow-“

“Oh no, another prank?” Patton murmured softly as he sat next to Virgil on the bed; he gently coaxed his friend into his arms when he nodded affirmation and stroked Virgil’s hair as he sobbed. Patton bent over a bit when Virgil’s phone set off in a stream of messages. “Oh dear...” Patton released Virgil to pluck up the phone, but before he could silence it, he noticed the repetition on the screen.. “Someone you don’t know really wants to talk to you...about....acting? And Shadow?”

“Oh...god....” Virgil whimpered between sobs. “Roman...” He took a few minutes to breathe and calm himself. “Some guy who saw my posters...He’s been texting me NON-STOP, and I’ve barely even replied!”

“Hey, let’s just put this away, okay?.....” Sensing another breakdown, Patton put the phone into silent mode and slid it into Virgil’s bedside drawer. “You need a break. Come watch a movie with me.”

Virgil eventually relented and followed Patton who decided that Logan could watch Virgil’s phone while they relaxed. A few hours of movies and roommate time found Virgil only marginally better, but he could at least fake it well enough that Patton let him be in his room alone again. He’d gotten his phone back from Logan and found, to his annoyance, multiple screens of messages from Roman, the most recent about Shadow.

[+1 555-7662]

No luck yet but still looking!

I’m so sorry your going through this. I hope he comes home soon.

Any luck on your end? No more bad leads I hope.

Virgil? Are you okay?

[+1 555-8474]

Roman oh my god chill out!

[+1 555-7662]

Whoa what’s with the anger all of a sudden, Orlando Gloom?

[+1 555-8474]

What the hell does that even mean?

Whatever

Roman just leave me alone oh my god you’ve blown up my phone this week just chill

[+1 555-7662]

I’m sorry for wanting to help you find Shadow and for trying to distract you from your sadness.

[+1 555-8474]

Oh is that what this was? Well I’m SO sorry for ruining your act of charity

[+1 555-7662]

Look, I wasn’t trying to guilt trip you; I really just wanted to help.

[+1 555-8747]

Why do you care about helping me so much?! You don’t even know me!

Radio silence for literal hours, and just when Virgil felt like he should apologize, Roman replied.

[+1 555-7662]

....I lost my cat a few months ago. She’s the only one I have left.

[+1 555-8474]

What?

[+1 555-7662]

My parents and younger brother died in a head-on collision two years ago. She’s literally the only family I have left. Thankfully, I found her after a month or so; an older woman found her and kept her inside all that time so she was fine, but that period of her being gone was so agonizing and anxious and lonely and just awful, and the thought of someone else going through that just....I don’t know hit me I guess.

Oh my god. Wow. I’m so sorry that was way too much too tell you. Oh my god I didn’t even ask if it was okay to get that heavy. I’m so sorry holy shit!!!

[+1 555-8474]

Roman. It’s okay. I’m sorry I snapped at you.

Thank you for caring about me and Shadow

Suddenly, his phone began to ring, and he sat up quickly, eying another unfamiliar number, but the first new call in a while, wearily before answering.

“....Hello?”

“Heeeeyyyy is this Virgil?”

“....uh, yeah?”

“Hey, gurl, I’m Remy, not that it matters, but I think I found your little Salem.”

“Shadow.”

“I’m just messin’, gurl, I know. I see it on his collar.”

Virgil’s heart stalled. None of the others had mentioned Shadow’s collar.

“What does it say on the back?” Virgil asked slowly.

“E.S.A. Emotional Support Animal.”

“Oh my god, you have him!” Virgil felt his eyes well with tears.

“Sweet beans!! Actually, that’s where I am. Sweet Beans Coffee by East Campus.”

“I know the place. I’ll be there. Thank you so much!”

“See ya soon!”

-

“Never do that again, you asshole.” Virgil rubbed between Shadow’s ears, oblivious purs of satisfaction emanating through the beast’s body as he lay curled in his owner’s lap. “Thank God Remy found you in your dumpster apartment before something else did. God.” Virgil sighed and leaned back right as an idea clicked into place. He leaned over and snatched his phone, noting the concerned messages from Roman when he hadn’t answered their thread from hours ago, and took a selfie with Shadow in the foreground.

[+1 555-8474]

Got my asshole back

[+1 555-7662]

Yay oh my god congrats!

OMG I DO know you! I wasn’t sure before, and I didn’t want to weird you out if it wasn’t you, but we had that freshman seminar class together!

I never said anything in that class because I’m not the best at articulating myself, but you sat with the really sweet guy and the smart kid! You guys always had amazing points, and I wanted to be friends with you guys so bad, but I didn’t know how to say anything without being a total lame asshole creeper.

[+1 555-8474]

I don’t remember a Roman in that class. it was pretty small so I would remember

[+1 555-7662]

Oh Roman is my middle name. My first name is John after my dad, but that’s super boring compared to Roman so I started going by that, but the prof never remembered when I asked him personally to call me that so I gave up.

[+1 555-8474]

Oh my god you’re John Prince

Virgil blushed fiercely at the realization. He’d had all of two conversations with Jo-Roman for the class, but he’d definitely been the one star struck by the other young man’s incredible looks and charm. He was right, his ideas had often come out jumbled, if not passionately so, and Virgil had secretly admired his gusto, but he never imagined someone like Roman would look at him twice, especially not in the way Virgil wanted. Roman always seemed like a lady’s man to him, but perhaps, like before, he’d had Roman pegged the wrong way.

[+1 555-7662]

He I am. John Roman Prince at your service.

Roman sent a selfie of him wearing a crown and red sash with a fluffy white cat with big blue eyes perched primly in his lap.

[+1 555-7662]

And this is Sugar. She would love to meet Shadow sometime if that is agreeable with you

[+1 555-8474]

A kitty play date? Sounds kinda weird but cute. Like a dumb Hallmark movie. What would we do while our cats talked?

[+1 555-7662]

Talk in person. Get to know each other for real like a dumb Hallmark movie. If you’re open to that kind of thing.

[+1 555-8474]

I am actually. Believe it or not, Shadow isn’t an outdoor cat, so is my place okay? Logan and Patton will be here, too, probably, so I hope you like Disney movies and science.

[+1 555-7662]

One I love and the other I can learn to love. When should we arrive?

[+1 555-8474]

7?

[+1 555-7662]

Purrfect.

[tessatechaitea]

New Titans #114

This is it! The last regular issue of this comic that I own!

I guess the changing of the guard leaving Arsenal in charge was the last straw for me. Or maybe the last straw was that Pantha's tail hole on her shorts never ripped so that I could see her butthole. One of those two reasons is definitely why I stopped buying this comic though. This issue is called "24 Hours" which makes me think of Gaiman's The Sandman which makes me think, "Why the fuck am I rereading this shit when I could be rereading that shit?!" Oh wait! I actually know the reason for this! It's because these Titans comic books were stored in a big old regular sized moving box that I wanted to get out of the way! Also I've reread The Sandman and I've never reread this. And since I'll be fifty in a little over two years, I should probably get all of the stupid time-wasting bullshit ideas out of my head now. Any writing projects I can't finish by the time I'm fifty, I'm abandoning. At that time, I'll just make up new ones that will only entertain me and a few other people. So if I've ever said anything in passing about something I was going to do, like finishing the Goggles Futures End story or my Fantastickal Fuck-Fighting Books, you'd better get your vote in now! The issue begins at midnight with Changeling getting his ass beat by a dark silhouette who claims Changeling promised to "end her living days." I don't know who that might be or why this is happening. With Zero Hour beginning right around this time, my comic books might become complete nonsense. I just have to hope the comic books involved in that non-crisis-labeled crisis will have "Zero Hour Tie-in" labels on the front. I probably don't understand what's going on in this one because Marv Wolfman is being artsy. And fuck if I know anything about art! I read comic books for a reason, people! At 1:10 AM, Starfire flies around wondering if Earth is really her home. Yes, it takes six panels for her to ask that question. But she's also being artsy in a poetic way! She uses phrases like "scarlet sea" and "delicious nectar" and "golden skies." It's almost as if somebody scoffed at Marv Wolfman when he mentioned he wrote comic books earlier in the week and he thought, "I'll show them!" Then he was all, "Hey! That issue by that new kid Gaiman was kind of artsy! It had those clocks that showed what time it is and the whole thing took place in only 24 hours and it was all filmed in real time although with all the cuts from one character to another, why did it even fucking matter? Oh wait, it's only 1994! I don't know who Jack Bauer is yet!" At 3:36 AM, Pantha breaks into somebody's apartment. Supposedly it's the person who changed her from a person into a cat or from a cat into a person. But it isn't so Pantha gets to scream in existential angst which is the only cathartic release available to those of us who know nothing has any meaning and all of our clothes need to be tailored so the tail can stick out of them. At 4:10 AM, Dick Grayson proves he's a master of disguise by first being unrecognizable and then being unrecognizable in a different way.

A true master of disguise! He's already showing hints of his ability to be Agent 37 of Spyral.

Notice how the panels are all wonky in the previous scan? I'm sure Marv Wolfman put a note in the script to the artist: "We're being artsy this issue! Art it up!" At 5:20 AM, we finally learn what happened to Deathwing. I don't mean we get an explanation of what Mirage did to him and why he doesn't have testicles anymore. We just see that he's making an appearance so that the audience can go, "Oh, that fuckbunny isn't dead? Great." The silhouette from earlier has dragged Changeling into Deathwing's bachelor pad. She's still just a dark profile but she mentions that Changeling is probably strong enough to accept her seed so it must be Raven. I guess being a demon from a dimension of empaths means you don't learn about the birds and the bugs. Unless this answers a question I'm sure I asked much earlier! Changeling can turn into a female version of any species! And Raven squirts semen because, well, she's Trigon's daughter. At 6:05 AM, Arsenal goes jogging with Bill Clinton. Clinton messes up Sergeant Steel's plans to manipulate the Titans into working for the government by telling Roy that he wants the Titans to be completely independent but he hopes that they'll work with the government. This plot point feels like Marv worked himself into a story arc that he didn't want to pursue any more. It's not like the DC Universe needed another team working on behalf of the U.S. government. At 6:15 AM, Garfield Logan finally gets laid.

Okay, maybe he doesn't get laid. But he definitely comes in his pants.

Do you think Marv Wolfman was in the shower when he thought, "Comic books have 24 pages. There are 24 hours in a day. Hey! I should steal an idea from Neal Gaiman!" At 7:43 AM, Nightwing crashes through a skylight. Just like Batman taught him! I can hear Bruce now: "Good job, Dick! Now they'll have to call Wayne Skylight and Window Repair! Another payday for the Batman!" At 9:00 AM (Eastern Time, Planet Earth, Sol System), Jarras Minion of some planet in the Alpha Centauri system watches his entire race disintegrate before his eyes. Probably a symptom of Zero Hour! At 10:05 AM, Nightwing declares, "I'm not a doctor! I just feel like a doctor!" It's his philosophical explanation for why he doesn't use lethal force. It totally makes sense because Nightwing still punches the shit out of people just like how doctor's love to give shots and cut people open. At 11:20 AM, Changeling begs to remain a virgin. He escapes but he has some missing time so he might also be pregnant. I guess I'll never know unless he starts showing in 24 hours! Or I'm curious enough to go buy some back issues. Ha ha! That was a joke! I have no curiosity. Page 12 is noon, of course! Nightwing has lunch with a detective because Dick Grayson had the fear of Alfred beaten into him about sitting down promptly at noon for the midday meal. Twenty-four hours for Dick Grayson went like this: 9 PM - 4 AM: Risk life with grown ass adult man in bat costume. 4 AM - 8 AM: Sleep. 8 AM - 9 AM: Waffles. 9 AM - 12 PM: Training. 12 PM - 1 PM: Cucumber sandwiches. 1 PM - 5 PM: Study time. 5 PM - 6 PM: Tea. 6 PM - 9 PM: Try to evade Bruce and Alfred as Dick finds a quiet spot to masturbate. At 1:30 PM, Roy has coffee with Steel. The government's final offer to the Titans: the government gives the Titans the Terraist's satellite, an Earthbound base, and money to pay off any lawsuits against the Titans and in return, the Titans promise to consider missions for the United States. What a terrible deal for the government! The Titans can just turn down every mission and the United States gets nothing for their investment. There must be a loophole. Steel reminds Roy, "You gotta decide fast!" As if it wasn't the easiest deal in the world to say yes to! At 2:25 PM (Eastern Time, Planet Earth, Sol System), Jarras roleplays Kal-el's early days. As his world is destroyed (along with some visiting Darkstars), Jarras escapes in a pod called the Omegadrone. It's both an escape pod and a weapon! I don't remember the character Minion at all. Probably because this was the last Titans comic I read for decades. At 3:55 PM, Wolfman reveals that Red Star has taken a job as a mall security cop. And I guess a babysitter as well since Baby Wildebeest is hanging out with him. At 4:10 PM, Roy Harper signs the contract with the government even though he knows it's going to blow up in his face. Fucking leftist comic book writers, portraying the United States government as underhanded, manipulative bastards who don't give a shit who they hurt to get what they want! At 5:20 PM, a bunch of Darkstars are killed by the rainbow spiral that destroyed Jarras's planet. The populace of the planet had been bred to be passive. So I guess the moral of this story is that hippie beatnik pacifists are only asking for trouble. Fucking right wing comic book writers! Well, at least Jarras has learned the lesson that peace is for dead people. The Omegadrone will teach him how to get revenge. At 6:03 PM, Roy thinks he's going to get Wally West to join his government Titans team but he's really going to get Impulse. I know that because I looked at the future roster of this team: Arsenal, Damage, Impulse, Mirage, and Terra. No wonder I stopped reading it! At 7:32 PM, Nightwing takes a shower. Naked! I know that's how most people take showers and I probably didn't need to emphasize it but he also jerks off so maybe I should have started with that.

DC canon: Dick Grayson jerks off thinking about puns.

And after he finishes.

At 8:54 PM, Dick Grayson turns in his resignation to Roy Harper. He's officially off the Titans! Good riddance, ya dumb jerk! If that even is you. Try looking more like Dick Grayson next issue, Dick Grayson! At 9:20 PM, Red Star, Pantha, and Baby quit the Titans as well. Then they go on a romantic road trip which DC apparently didn't publish. There's an advert in this issue for a Green Arrow story arc called "Cross Roads" that the copy compares to Knightfall and which nobody fucking remembers (probably!) but DC never published a Red Star/Pantha team-up?! No, they were right. Just as I was typing that, I was thinking, "Fuck, I would never have purchased that shit." At 10:10 PM, Changeling agrees to stick with the Titans. But he's full of Raven's disgusting seed, so he'll probably just turn on them immediately. At 11:05 PM, Dick and Kory break-up. But not in person! Dick waits for her to arrive to a dinner where he can dump her but Kory knows better and just flies into outer space. I don't remember what happens with her but it's probably super boring. I'm sure she goes home, fights with Blackfire, fights some Gordanians or whatever dumb race always enslaved the Tamaraneans, and then remembers why she moved to Earth in the first place. At midnight, Phantasm arrives to lead Harper and Logan into Damage #6. And then into Titans Zero Hour! Oh. So I guess I do have one more issue of this story arc to read: New Titans #0. I also have a Titans Elseworld Annual in the stack. Plus a Team Titans Elseworld Annual and one more Team Titans issue. And finally, before I can totally move on, Deathstork #0! New Titans #114 Rating: C. The one hour per page gimmick really helps Marv Wolfman clean up a bunch of loose ends to get the Titans ready for a big group change in Zero Hour. Plus he was able to shove in the Minion origin story (which was really just Superman's origin). And I usually give the art a pass even when it's not very good (and I often ignore it when it's great!) but holy Lobo's bulging crotch, it was fucking terrible this issue. It was so bad that I'm not even going to remember who the artist was so that I don't have to feel embarrassed for them.

[dailylogandoodle]

Any tips for drawing?

I mean, you’re gonna need to be more specific - I can’t impart years worth of skill and memorisation to you in a few tips. I can do my best, though, so here we go:

1: Use references, but don’t stress yourself out trying to get your picture’s proportions and details exactly like the reference image. You’ll waste a lot of time doing that, and all you need from the reference is the general idea of what the anatomy and gesture of the pose is. It’s better to get more drawings done that don’t look exactly like the reference image than to spend all your time on copying every detail of one image - with the first, you get more practise with more poses so you can become familiar with anatomy in general, but with the second you’ll just become really familiar with that one pose and you’ll probably burn yourself out and end up not drawing again for a while.

As a rule for this blog, if it takes me more than 24 hours to draw, it stops becoming a doodle and becomes a drawing, so I never spend more than 24 hours on something. This way, like with the reference images, I can get more practice doing a variety of things, instead of spending days slaving away over one image. I would recommend starting a blog like this if you’re looking to improve your art skills, actually! Just try to remember that it’s a DOODLE per day. Don’t throw yourself into it trying to release masterpieces every day, or your art motivation will die very quickly, and the point is to just get a little bit of low-stress practice in every day, so you improve just a little bit every day. Wow, I just said the word ‘day’ a lot of times.

2: Try to break away from your style every so often as an experiment (draw faces less pointy, thinner lines, shade in greyscale before colouring, draw the hands), but know that you don’t have to make these changes forever. For me, I stopped drawing pointy anime faces so I actually had to know about the anatomy of the bottom of the face, and now my knowledge of faces in general is very improved, and if I get the urge to draw a pointy anime face it’s now a much better pointy face than the ones I did when I was using pointy chins as a crutch to avoid different face shapes. Same with drawing really thin lines for a while - I realised how much I was covering up with thicker lines, and now even though I don’t draw with really thin lines any more, my thicker lines look much better.

3: If you want an expression to be more intense, make the facial features more asymmetrical. In fact, don’t be afraid of asymmetric features in general. I know the totally symmetrical face is considered to be more handsome by science or whatever, but it’s also much less expressive. Generally, the way you should go about it is… If you want to make one eyebrow lower than the other, make the eye below the eyebrow slightly squintier and move the other eyebrow up higher and make the other eye a bit wider. That way, one side of the face is squashed and the other is stretched, so it looks like an intentional decision rather than you not being able to draw the other eye the same way.

That said, getting the other eye correct is much less of a big deal than it’s made out to be - so long as they look generally the same, most people won’t notice. I’ve seen a few other people’s drawings where I’ve only noticed that one of the eyes is uneven after staring at the picture for a while, and my reaction is almost always 'oh, still a good drawing though/doesn’t really take away from the rest of the drawing’, rather than 'oh no, the other eye is wonky and now that I’ve seen this the whole thing is ruined’.

4: Learn colour theory. Learn about composition and negative space and gesture. Learn learn learn. People always make the mistake of assuming artists are naturally talented, or that creativity just magically produces good art. Wrong! Art is a discipline, a craft, and you need to know things about it to be able to do it. If you don’t know how to do fractions, then you won’t be able to do fractions; if you don’t know how to draw a leg, then you won’t be able to draw a leg. This sounds daunting, but what this means is that you have to look up pictures of loads of legs and study leg anatomy and practice loads until you will be able to draw a leg, just like practising a load of sums.

Being an artist is essentially being someone who knows what everything you see in the world is made of and how it works so you can take this knowledge and put it on paper. You need to learn about the texture of skin and hair and what it’s made of before you can render full HD portraits of people with detailed skin and hair.

Roman is actually probably smarter than he seems, because you need a lot of knowledge to create things (and conversely, Logan is probably much better at creative things than he lets on because he has the knowledge to do it – for example, his rap verse was super creative and well done. He just doesn’t utilise his knowledge as much).

Essentially, ignore everyone who tells you art skill is some magical talent that only a few people are blessed with - sure, some people are more naturally inclined to it, but it’s something you have to learn about and practice like maths, writing, music, etc. A person with no natural talent who spends their years practising and learning about the world and what it’s made of and how to draw it is ONE HUNDRED PERCENT OF THE TIME going to be better than someone with natural talent who relies entirely on this innate talent their whole life and never learns and improves. Maybe when they’re a kid they’ll be the best artist in their class, but by the time they’re older, if they haven’t practiced, they’ll be infants compared to people who actually know their stuff.

5: You know that style you use when you’re just casually drawing instead of trying to get your anatomy correct? Like, maybe you draw the face shapes one way when you’re doodling and when you’re working on a big piece you try to draw them a different way that maybe feels less natural? Yeah, that style? Just start using it for your fancier art. You’ll get way more done and improve more because you’re getting more done. This is essentially the same tip as my first one, but I still think it’s really important.

It’s like the Pot Theory that I saw going around once: there was a class divided into two. One half had to make one pot, and it had to be the best pot. They had hours to look up knowledge of how to make pots, so they could make their pot the best pot it could be.

Now, the other half was assigned to make as many pots as possible, regardless of quality. They had much more fun experimenting, finding out what works and what doesn’t, and they practised a lot more than the other class even though their first few attempts were terrible. In the end, the first half’s pot was… Okay, but the half that had produced loads of pots had pots that looked much better because they’d practised loads and allowed themselves to fail and then learn from it. Funnily enough, in art, quantity is better than quality.

(Essentially, by producing one Logan doodle per day, I’m doing the same thing as the students who just made lots of pots, regardless of quality. That’s why I’d recommend starting a blog like this if you want to improve.)

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Character Sign: Aries

Character name: Dane Duclos Birthday: 04/01/1997 Sexuality: Straight-Curious Gender: Male Moon Sign: Capricorn Faceclaim: Santiago Segura

Fire Absorption:  The ability to absorb fire and utilize it in some way. It’s fairly straight forward, like fire negation, but I like the idea of his sign being under the house of fire that instead of destroying or dismissing fire—he could instead absorb it. I imagine him quench accidental fires, magical explosions, or generally take fire in a way to enhance him. Personally the only enhancement I’d want is when he absorbs fire he has a stamina boost. Like a extra shot of espresso or something. I know most absorption powers can be too wonky making the person invinicble the more than can absorb but for me… I just want it to be a leveling ability that can minor cancel problems while being minorly effective or influential for Dane.  

Sub power—Thermal Control:The power is broad stating you can control temperature, lack there of aka cold or ice or an increased amount heat. Personally I can see Dane having the ability to do both but for now he can’t. Perhaps a few more months after Aries season he might, for now his powers are that of cold manipulation on the scale of Thermal control. Much like the beginning his absorption made the room feel cooler or the fact that lack of heat producing a cooling element—that’s only manifested cold/ice. Dane’s powers now can produce levels of ice, cooling the air, and generally lowering temperatures around him until a freezing point. It’s problematic since the more energy he uses to decrease other people’s temperatures or areas, the more his crave to absorb heat increases. It’s a double edged sword really.

What do they study: Architecture, I like the idea of him being in the department or school of design at Durham. For him architecture is this unlimited space to create something long lasting, to have a physical imprint on history. In high school is when he learned that creating homes to bridges, to the newest or most advance buildings gave him this passion he never expected to have. Before that his family assumed he’d go into law or politics, but the way he spoke about design made them lenient on letting him explore that.  

Biography:             (TW: Abortion, TW: Pregnancy )

 Etched from the finest marble, details were in the hands of your master on that day since you would become their perfect creation. Son of a diplomat and a lawyer, he was shoved into a light he had to learn to soak up. For Dane, every moment from the age of nine until now has had a plan, a certain design to be finished out. His schooling, his friends, down to his extracurricular choices would pave the way to what he thought was his goals. His parents weren’t that overbearing as most would think, they were firm but supportive yet in the eyes of their son they were two of the hardest people to make proud. His mind clouded love as a test to pass. He took strides in everything he did to be the best—to climb the rankings as the one to look at. In his heart he believed he could do anything, that all the compliments and congratulations as a child were fabricated into the crown he wears on his head this day. He’d be royalty, he’d be the golden ichor that the gods spoke of.

                                 He’d be unstoppable.

 However one thing almost derailed that for him, the outlier to his future—the one girl that would have halted it all. Lillian Alcott was the one thing that he never expected. She was an angel with a vixen’s heart, she spoke in riddles, and caused every minute that Dane was with her to be complicated but intriguing. The straight forward, overachiever had met the one that didn’t fit into his world—which then became the one thing that couldn’t be unhinged from it either. For three years they dated, loved, and spent every moment working a way to have her in his life forever. Days would become months and Dane’s design for himself grew into a design for them. However The Fates were always fickle women, as it seemed he was destined for something else, as a choice; no a forced decision would cause the two to break. It was four months before graduation, before Dane would head to Durham on early scholarship and Lilian would attend a university close to him, when they found out she was pregnant. The news was tough at first but he grew to love the idea—as such  Lilian grew on him. Once again he began to edit his plans for the future, until his parents got hold of what was happening. “How could you? Were you even thinking? You are too young!”; They’d argue and try to berate him onto their view points, yet Dane stood his ground. He wanted the child, wanted her, and didn’t give a damn about how he’d do it all—but he would. Disappointingly though, his parents with their wealth and connections would make that reality into a fantasy.

   Graduation rolled around and Dane found himself alone across the stage. Months before Lilian would have found herself up state, losing the only reason that would tether their lives together any longer, and a promise to never come back at the price of his father’s bank account. Broken, confused, and bitter he tried to live out his last few weeks in his home town. with his family acting like nothing happened, until he could escape to college. To a fresh start. That was when he promised himself that nothing—no one—would cause him to give up everything he wanted ever again. His parents were distant from him, he continued to excel at what he did with pride and hard work, yet as every superficial accomplishment he gained his heart grew harder and harder. He began to replace dates with screwing others, replacing committed to casual, and focused on a life he thought he needed….a life solely about him and his ambitions. An empty one at that….

Five interesting facts about your character:

Dane is multilingual as he knows Canadian-French, Arabic, English, and Spanish

At a young age he was the youngest fencer to be nationally ranked in the top ten in over 30 years. He was fourth in Canada before the age of sixteen, and won several championships.

Thanks to his father’s position he has a clean record, not even a speeding ticket. Thanks to the little more than a decade of diplomatic immunity he and his family received. Dane is very much like a golden boy or boy-scout, cause he only pushes the envelope just enough to not break it but get what he wants.

He’s allergic to pears and white chocolate. Something he hated as a kid but now barely affects him. Though at times have asked girls to not where certain perfumes cause even the scent of pears makes him sneeze

Is a horror junkie and fanatic, being able to quote almost all the scream and Jason movies by heart.

Character Quote:  “Got hands like an ocean, push you out, pull you back in”

If your character had a patronus what would it be? and why?: Probably would be a hawk. Hawks are clever creatures but their precision to detail and focus is what makes me feel like Dane would inevitably muster up this corporal sign. Focused, executing plan lethally and effectively….yeah, reminds me of my boy a lot.

WRITING SAMPLE

“God damn it Imogen can you just shut up!” he screamed, causing his magic to lunge behind the girl—igniting, torching the lamp post. It was a long night and being forced with the girl caused his blood to finally boil over. At first spark, the fire caused her to jump on her heels and away from the accident.

  “What the fuck Dane, control yourself.” she replied, like a viper, while her eyes cut deeply into him.

 Seeing her judge him like that almost caused him to scorch another object around them, yet he took a breath instead. Almost as hot as he felt he exhaled while turning away. You’d think both signs, both ruled under their elemental house would have had a stronger bond—yet it was opposite. Their hearts and soul might burn with the same passion fueled by fire, but their minds were too differential.Sporadic, popular, care free…a child through and through, while Dane’s was fabricated, steely focused on the next task, aggressive. They were frankly oil and water, hell even gasoline and an open flame. Combustible, volatile, the two’s presence could cause others around them to feel the pressure and heat from the fire and vigor they could muster. Dane’s glances were still out and away from her, but with another breath he turned to look at her—more calculated and reserved. “I am under control, but I don’t think you understand how important it is to realize what’s happening to us; to all of us.” he started, her smug grin only making him want to smear it across her features. “This isn’t just ooooh we are witches or some shit, this isn’t fucking Harry Potter…what we have, what we can do!” his hand pointing behind her as the post was barely smoldering at that point. “We are dangerous….so fucking grow up.”

   Would his words change her? Would they form chains of reason that would bind her to their world and not whatever world she vacationed to? Probably not but since  the twelve had met things have been escalating, their powers were magnificent yet deeply strong. Some were more passive than the others but like Dane’s they were active,aggressive and made him worry. Was he the only one taking things seriously? Since most have been acting like they were still college students, still going to Frat parties, and cramming for studies. However his mind was clouded, his plans were altered, and this architect needed things to go as he envisioned them.

    “Dane seriously, you need to stop worrying. All you do is bitch, brood, or suck any fun out of everything. This is a gift not some responsibility, so worry about that than all of us. You aren’t our babysitter.” she responded with such an air that it teetered or the truth and arrogance, “Even so, I think you are the one that needs more control.” smiling before she walked passed him and back into the party.  

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The Best Horror Movies of 2018 So Far

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Hot damn, 2018 is turning out to be one serious year for repulsiveness. Around this time a year ago, Blumhouse had just conveyed the one-two punch of Split and Get Out, and that was just the beginning of a string of frightfulness hits that finished in IT turning into the most noteworthy earning blood and gore flick ever. So it's sheltered to state this year beyond any doubt has a ton to satisfy, however with the absolute most foreseen titled of the year still on the docket, it's as of now simple to see this is a standout amongst the most energizing and effective years with sickening apprehension history.

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The lineup has run the range from educated and existential fear to shocking retribution spine chillers and abuse twisted loathsomeness comic drama. We've discussed "raised repulsiveness," did the calmest popcorn chomping ever in A Quiet Place, recollected the amount we cherish Nicolas Cage, and delved profound into discussions over testing films like Annihilation and Hereditary. It's been an extremely solid year for the class, to be sure.

We're keeping this rundown bound to films that have been discharged in 2018 — be it dramatically, carefully or on a spilling administration — so you won't perceive any unreleased celebration top choices on here, yet we'll be refreshing the rundown consistently. Also, with movies like Halloween and Suspiria on the docket, we have a ton to anticipate,

Unsane.

A producer who's never substance to avoid any risk, Steven Soderbergh chose to handle enormous thoughts with little means in Unsane, another mental blood and gore flick shot totally on an iPhone (however as a matter of fact with some huge spending focal points and programming). The organization may appear to be a hacky contrivance, however in Soderbergh's grasp, it works, conveying a bizarre closeness to the skewed story of biting suspicion and society's preposterous hesitance to trust ladies. Claire Foy proceeds with her ascent to the best as Sawyer Valentini, a youthful agent who moves to another city after a frightening knowledge with a stalker. When she begins seeing him wherever once more, she starts to scrutinize her very own existence, and after an as well fair treatment session, she coincidentally concedes to a psychological healing facility where she could possibly be caught with the man she's endeavoring to get away. Soderbergh plays with your brain, and that is a large portion of the fun, however it's the manner in which he jabs and goads at the experience of uneasiness and entanglement that makes Unsane such a viable excursion down the rabbit opening. It tends to be somewhat obtuse and schlocky at minutes, yet when Unsane burrows at a nerve, it generally hits, making for a greatly frightening knowledge.

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Mother and Dad

For the wonky, wild awfulness drama Mom and Dad Nicolas Cage reunites with Brian Taylor, who co-coordinated Ghost Rider: Spirit of Vengeance, and the broadly OTT performing artist is unmistakably having a great time in the anarchic film. Mother and Dad pursues a suburbs gone to damnation when a puzzling mass insanity plunges on the guardians of the populace, giving them a voracious want to kill their own kids. It's an ideal corruption of the common request, and everybody on board has a fabulous time with the idea, hamming it up and inclining toward the blandness with jazzed merriment. Taylor knows precisely what sort of motion picture he's creation, keeping the run time trim and conveying various camp-frightfulness successions that keep the gathering of people smiling and squirming all through, including a doozy of an appearance from Lance Henrikson and the best utilization of Selma Blair's abilities in 10 years. Mother and Dad is a midnight motion picture to boot and it works so well since it never endeavors to be whatever else.

Veronica

After three [REC] films, executive Paco Plaza is back behind the focal point of another component film, something that shares some comparative characteristics with the [REC] establishment (short [REC] 3 Genesis), particularly the style, yet in addition how vulnerable Plaza can make a watcher feel inside a specific account. Notwithstanding, there's additionally one champion quality that makes the story profoundly close to home and lifts the force of the film by and large – an extremely solid hero. Veronica was roused by an unsolved case including a young lady who passed on not long after utilizing an Ouija board. In Plaza's film, the title character played by Sandra Escacena does only that and what pursues is to a great degree agitating, however it's Veronica's ground-breaking association with her three more youthful kin that ups the stakes ten times. It's a chilling, personal and exceptionally climatic experience that adds amazingly, one more thing to the endless rundown of motivations to avoid Ouija sheets. — Perri Nemiroff

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Immediately, Cargo has outstanding amongst other theoretical snares of any blood and gore flick this year — a man chomped by a zombie has merely hours to locate a sheltered place for his baby girl in the end of the world before he turns. It's basic, it's solid, and you're in a split second intruiged — luckily, it's additionally supported by a pitch-ideal execution from Martin Freeman and a delightfully shot take a gander at provincial Australia that gives the zombie kind a truly necessary new setting. Freeman stars Andy, the dad being referred to, executives Ben Howling and Yolanda Ramke furnish the performer with the ideal job for his reality fatigued aura, giving him a ton to bite on in a quieted, driven execution. Savvy with being excessively shrewd for its own great, Cargo relies on the groups of onlookers comprehension of how zombie films function, without turning into a meta-critique, or, in other words change of pace in a class that is simply beginning to break out of a time of staleness.

The Ritual

It's been a long sit tight for David Bruckner's first element film, however luckily, it was justified, despite all the trouble. The movie producer behind champion sections in Signal and V/H/S made his element make a big appearance this year with The Ritual, a Netflix unique that dives into the well of disgrace and lament to mine piercing, unmistakably grown-up dread. Goodness, and there's a quite extraordinary beast as well. The Ritual pursues four companions into the forested areas, where they adventure out grieve the passing of a dear companion, yet once they're there, a spindly, hardly observed animal frequents them consistently. Bruckner takes as much time as is needed building the dread, offering brief looks at their colossal stalker and utilizing the common cover of the backwoods further bolstering his good fortune in organizing his alarms, and between the chilling takes a gander at the animal, he takes as much time as is needed fleshing out the injury shared by these old companions and the contentions that would undermine to shred them regardless of whether they weren't being chased by an extraordinary power. The final product is a develop, downplayed blood and guts film that gradually settles in under your skin.

Overhaul

Saw and Insidious co-maker Leigh Whannell conveys his present for chilling ideas to the science fiction classification with Upgrade, a propulsive impact of technophobic fear that joins activity, loathsomeness, and sci-fi to wind up a standout amongst the most engaging movies of the year. Set in a not very new future where self-driving autos and bio-tech inserts twist a generally relatable image of the world, Upgrade pursues Gray Trace (Logan Marshall-Green) on a mission of retribution after a gathering of culprits murder his significant other and abandon him deadened starting from the waist. Everything changes when he's acquainted with STEM, a PC chip embed that enables Gray to move again, yet substantially quicker and superior to anything he at any point did previously, and not generally inside his control. Relying on a totally dazzling physical and passionate execution from Marshall-Green, Upgrade is part tech awfulness, part body frightfulness, and kick ass completely through, showing some savvy course from essayist/performer/maker turned-chief Whannell and demonstrating by and by that this person has a talent for snappy kind thoughts. In the event that you missed it, try searching this one out at home, since it's one of the most slender, meanest old fashioned science fiction rushes of the most recent decade and in a simply world, Marshall-Green's execution would be all the rage.

Vengeance

French movie producer Coralie Fargeat creates a treat shaded, sun-soaked bad dream of survival and retaliation in her singing directorial make a big appearance Revenge. Succintly titled and snappy to summon the oft-dull custom of the assault exact retribution subgenera, Revenge offers a more instinctive, refined, and a la mode turn on the material that never shies from its abuse roots. Flipping the male look on its head in a demonstration of subversive viewpoint moving, Fargeat challenges the crowd to denounce her explicitly uninhibited hero, Jen (Matilda Lutz), for her short skirts and Lolita-designed enchantment. While on a sentimental escape with her wedded sweetheart, the platinum blonde wannabe on-screen character teases and displays, sucking on a candy and granulating on her darling's companions, however when the snapshot of infringement arrives, it conveys a striking censure to injured individual disgracing and "what was she wearing?" attitude, uncovering the attack for what it genuinely is — the activity of a couple of frail, entitled, and frantic men. From that point on, Revenge is a jamboree of bloodletting as Jen first tries to get away, at that point survive, and at last overwhelm her attackers in a fierce, blood-heaving representation of resurrection.

Chilly Hell

A fighting Giallo return by method for sex bowed Taxi Driver, Cold Hell is a motor, kickass wrongdoing spine chiller of the most elevated request with a thick damp with sweat sheen of black market grime. Violetta Schurawlow conveys a breakout execution as Özge, an unpleasant cabbie in Vienna, where she spends her evenings grabbing rough and brutal clients, fuelling her inward anger with each new pickup — seethe she doles out every day in her Thai boxing club. When she returns home after another exhausting night in the driver's seat, she observes a grim homicide, and when the killer witnessess her as well, he sets his sights on Özge as his next unfortunate casualty. But, she is the keep going lady on earth you need to upset. Established in prejudice, sex and religion, Cold Hell has more to state than your normal thick spine chiller, and coordinated by Oscar-winning movie producer Stephan Ruzowitzky (The Counterf

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For the ship/prompt thing, if you're willing, can you do Platonic Royality with #5, please? (this is youtuberswithalex)

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5. “You’re burning up”

HECK YEAH I CAN DO PLATONIC ROYALITY I LOVE MY PRINCE AND MY RAY OF SUNSHINE

It’s 2:17am, and Patton is sprawled out on the Commons couch watching Parks and Rec with (through?) Thomas, though he’s not really sure why. His host has actually been a lot better with his sleeping habits lately. Logan has gotten them all on a productive and more healthy schedule, and Virgil has been managing himself a lot better lately, as well. Roman is always eager for Thomas to sleep so that he can dream, so he can’t really think of why his host is wide awake at this time of night.

“Whatever’s going on,” Patton thought to himself. “At least he has his happy, pappy Patton to keep his spirits up!” He smiled to himself, settling deeper into the couch just as a set of muffled footsteps reached his ears. He glanced over in time to see Roman come down the last few steps onto the first floor, a wide, almost manic, grin on his lips.

“Hey, Kiddo.” Patton greeted the Creative Side, smile wavering when Roman started at his words.

“Oh…hey, Padre…didn’t see you…there.” Roman slowly replied as he casually leaned against the end of the banister, that grin just a bit less bright.

“Just sittin’ here enjoying a little P&R with Thomas…though I’m not really sure why, you know? We’ve been doing so well lately…” He mused, but he trailed off as he watched Roman’s stiff, sluggish trek into the kitchen. The father figure pushed himself off of the couch and followed the other’s path. “You doing okay, Roman?” Patton asked carefully, eyeing the Prince as he tried to bend and grab a SmartWater.

“Just….” Roman lurched back to his full height, bottle in hand. “A little thirsty, but fine.” His smile was far too tight, but before Patton could comment, Roman began to flicker, his presence physically fading a bit before sharply snapping back into focus. The Creative Trait dropped the bottle and hung onto the counter with both hands, breathing heavily through his mouth.

Patton hastened to his side, eyes wide and searching, but he was relieved to find Roman fully restored, though obviously physically spent. “Here, let me help-,” but before Patton could offer, Roman’s legs buckled and gave out from beneath him. “Ro-!” Patton staggered but caught Roman before he hit the floor. “Roman, can you hear me? Jeez, Louise, you’re burning up-”

“I…’m here…Pat…” Roman gasped out, clinging onto Patton’s arm then his shoulder as he tried to steady himself.

“Here-” Patton guided Roman’s arm over his shoulders and placed their hands around each others’ waists. “Come on, baby steps, buddy; you got it.” Patton guided Roman’s wobbly legs to the closest kitchen chair and carefully lowered him down. “Seriously, buddy, you’re hotter than the MindScape when Thomas nearly got heatstroke last summer! Hold on-” Patton grabbed a hand towel, sprayed on some cold water, and laid it across Roman’s forehead. “That oughta help a bit.” He whispered, squeezing Roman’s shoulder.

“Th-anks,” Roman breathed out as he reclined in the chair, his hands hanging limp at his sides as he stared vacantly at the ceiling.

“Roman, buddy…” Patton sat on the chair next to Roman’s. “What’s going on?”

“N-nothing, Pat…Just a little-”

“Sweetheart, look at you. Clearly something’s off…Have you been overworking again?”

“Of course-”

“Don’t lie to me, Roman.” Patton’s voice was slightly harder. “You’re never awake this late unless you’re working on some big project. Which is great, of course, I’m glad you’re inspired, but rest is good, too. For you and us and Thomas. It’s like….you’re like….um…a computer! Yeah! We all are! Like parts of a computer! A hard….wire, and a soft….drive….um…”

“I get it, Padre. Parts of a whole.”

“Exactly! And you overworking is like when Thomas’s computer overheated! Things get wonky.” Patton finished, seemingly satisfied.

“I know, I know. I just get so wrapped up sometimes I don’t even realize…” Roman’s words were replaced with a deep yawn.

Patton’s face fell, but his tone softened. “Ro, sweetheart, you need to rest and care care of yourself. It’s okay to want to do your best for Thomas, but you can’t overwork. Remember, what you do affects him, too. You’re keeping him up at night.”

Roman’s eyes glistened dangerously, and he laid his arm over his eyes. “I know…I just…there’s just so much….” Roman trailed off, sucking in a breath, and Patton laid a hand on his shoulder. 

“I know, Ro. I know. But remember: you’re his hero.”

Roman couldn’t help the grin that crawled on to his lips, and his let his arm slide just a bit. He eyed Patton through he gap. “Thanks, Padre.” He whispered, inhaling deeply through his nose before sitting himself up. “Say…I know it’s late…or early…and you’re probably tired, too…but…I don’t think I can get back to my room on my own.” 

“Say no more!” Patton quickly took Roman’s hands in his own and transported them into Roman’s room. He helped Roman over to his bed and went to the bathroom to get more wet cloths (conjuring takes up brain power, and Thomas needed to rest!). When he returned, Patton pulled Roman’s desk chair over to the bed and laid a fresh cloth on his head, smiling softly when he noticed Roman’s eyes were closed. “You okay, kiddo?”

Roman nodded slightly, eyes opening a crack as he mustered up his best smile. “Thank you, Patton.” Roman murmured before closing his eyes again and slipping into sleep. 

Patton stayed with Roman the rest of the night, and he only laughed when Logan lectured him on the physical dangers of sleeping in a desk chair. His smile faltered when he caught Roman gazing at him with concern burning in his eyes, but the father figure threw him a wink, and Roman knew everything was fine.

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congratulations logan, aries is now dane ducios with the faceclaim santiago segura

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Character Sign: Aries

Character name: Dane Duclos Birthday: 04/01/1997 Sexuality: Straight-Curious Gender: Male Moon Sign: Capricorn Faceclaim: 1) Santiago Segura  or 2) Alexander Koch Power:  Combustion Inducement: Users can increase the kinetic of atoms and molecules causing them to ignite. This process creates heat, that user can use. Personally I see Dane’s ability as a hindrance than something he has mastered or something the others seem to be gifted with. I like the idea of tying his aggressive and passionate side into his power. As much as him controlling flames seemed cool, that didn’t seem volatile enough—aka why I liked the idea that his anger could stem multiple minor explosions through the air or an object around him causing fires or miniature explosions (like a firework). His ability SHOULD NOT be confused with controlling flames, causing massive explosions, or something along the lines of thermodynamics/control. His ability is simple able to cause atoms to spontaneously spark to the point of causing friction, heat, flames, or a volatile mixture of both. I want him to use this ability a lot in the beginning as signs that he’s pissed off…since I wanted him to come across as passionate and headstrong but has a killer facade. Like can you imagine him getting into an argument and he just accidentally causing a candle to burst into flames but then can put it out? I just find that funny.

If that power seem too over powered or less controlled—since I know you wanted balance, so I had a back power or secondary if you don’t like the first.

Fire Absorption:  The ability to absorb fire and utilize it in some way. It’s fairly straight forward, like fire negation, but I like the idea of his sign being under the house of fire that instead of destroying or dismissing fire—he could instead absorb it. I imagine him quench accidental fires, magical explosions, or generally take fire in a way to enhance him. Personally the only enhancement I’d want is when he absorbs fire he has a stamina boost. Like a extra shot of espresso or something. I know most absorption powers can be too wonky making the person invinicble the more than can absorb but for me… I just want it to be a leveling ability that can minor cancel problems while being minorly effective or influential for Dane.  

What do they study: Architecture, I like the idea of him being in the department or school of design at Durham. For him architecture is this unlimited space to create something long lasting, to have a physical imprint on history. In high school is when he learned that creating homes to bridges, to the newest or most advance buildings gave him this passion he never expected to have. Before that his family assumed he’d go into law or politics, but the way he spoke about design made them lenient on letting him explore that.  

Biography:              (TW: Abortion, TW: Pregnancy )

  Etched from the finest marble, details were in the hands of your master on that day since you would become their perfect creation. Son of a diplomat and a lawyer, he was shoved into a light he had to learn to soak up. For Dane, every moment from the age of nine until now has had a plan, a certain design to be finished out. His schooling, his friends, down to his extracurricular choices would pave the way to what he thought was his goals. His parents weren’t that overbearing as most would think, they were firm but supportive yet in the eyes of their son they were two of the hardest people to make proud. His mind clouded love as a test to pass. He took strides in everything he did to be the best—to climb the rankings as the one to look at. In his heart he believed he could do anything, that all the compliments and congratulations as a child were fabricated into the crown he wears on his head this day. He’d be royalty, he’d be the golden ichor that the gods spoke of.

                                  He’d be unstoppable.

  However one thing almost derailed that for him, the outlier to his future—the one girl that would have halted it all. Lillian Alcott was the one thing that he never expected. She was an angel with a vixen’s heart, she spoke in riddles, and caused every minute that Dane was with her to be complicated but intriguing. The straight forward, overachiever had met the one that didn’t fit into his world—which then became the one thing that couldn’t be unhinged from it either. For three years they dated, loved, and spent every moment working a way to have her in his life forever. Days would become months and Dane’s design for himself grew into a design for them. However The Fates were always fickle women, as it seemed he was destined for something else, as a choice; no a forced decision would cause the two to break. It was four months before graduation, before Dane would head to Durham on early scholarship and Lilian would attend a university close to him, when they found out she was pregnant. The news was tough at first but he grew to love the idea—as such  Lilian grew on him. Once again he began to edit his plans for the future, until his parents got hold of what was happening. “How could you? Were you even thinking? You are too young!”; They’d argue and try to berate him onto their view points, yet Dane stood his ground. He wanted the child, wanted her, and didn’t give a damn about how he’d do it all—but he would. Disappointingly though, his parents with their wealth and connections would make that reality into a fantasy.

    Graduation rolled around and Dane found himself alone across the stage. Months before Lilian would have found herself up state, losing the only reason that would tether their lives together any longer, and a promise to never come back at the price of his father’s bank account. Broken, confused, and bitter he tried to live out his last few weeks in his home town. with his family acting like nothing happened, until he could escape to college. To a fresh start. That was when he promised himself that nothing—no one—would cause him to give up everything he wanted ever again. His parents were distant from him, he continued to excel at what he did with pride and hard work, yet as every superficial accomplishment he gained his heart grew harder and harder. He began to replace dates with screwing others, replacing committed to casual, and focused on a life he thought he needed….a life solely about him and his ambitions. An empty one at that….

Five interesting facts about your character:

Dane is multilingual as he knows Canadian-French, Arabic, English, and Spanish

At a young age he was the youngest fencer to be nationally ranked in the top five in over 30 years. He was fourth in Canada before the age of sixteen, and won several championships.

Thanks to his father’s possession he has a clean record, not even a speeding ticket. Thanks to the little more than a decade of diplomatic immunity he and his family received. Dane is very much like a golden boy or boy-scout, cause he only pushes the envelope just enough to not break it but get what he wants.

He’s allergic to pears and white chocolate. Something he hated as a kid but now barely affects him. Though at times have asked girls to not where certain perfumes cause even the scent of pears makes him sneeze

Is an only child but swear that Kelly James may have been his long-lost-sister, since they are so eerily alike but different that when he first began to hang out he was taken back by it.

Character Quote:  “Got hands like an ocean, push you out, pull you back in”

If your character had a patronus what would it be? and why?: Probably would be a hawk. Hawks are clever creatures but their precision to detail and focus is what makes me feel like Dane would inevitably muster up this corporal sign. Focused, executing plan lethally and effectively….yeah, reminds me of my boy a lot.

WRITING SAMPLE

 “God damn it Imogen can you just shut up!” he screamed, causing his magic to lunge behind the girl—igniting, torching the lamp post. It was a long night and being forced with the girl caused his blood to finally boil over. At first spark, the fire caused her to jump on her heels and away from the accident.

   “What the fuck Dane, control yourself.” she replied, like a viper, while her eyes cut deeply into him.

  Seeing her judge him like that almost caused him to scorch another object around them, yet he took a breath instead. Almost as hot as he felt he exhaled while turning away. You’d think both signs, both ruled under their elemental house would have had a stronger bond—yet it was opposite. Their hearts and soul might burn with the same passion fueled by fire, but their minds were too differential.Sporadic, popular, care free…a child through and through, while Dane’s was fabricated, steely focused on the next task, aggressive. They were frankly oil and water, hell even gasoline and an open flame. Combustible, volatile, the two’s presence could cause others around them to feel the pressure and heat from the fire and vigor they could muster. Dane’s glances were still out and away from her, but with another breath he turned to look at her—more calculated and reserved. “I am under control, but I don’t think you understand how important it is to realize what’s happening to us; to all of us.” he started, her smug grin only making him want to smear it across her features. “This isn’t just ooooh we are witches or some shit, this isn’t fucking Harry Potter…what we have, what we can do!” his hand pointing behind her as the post was barely smoldering at that point. “We are dangerous….so fucking grow up.”

    Would his words change her? Would they form chains of reason that would bind her to their world and not whatever world she vacationed to? Probably not but since  the twelve had met things have been escalating, their powers were magnificent yet deeply strong. Some were more passive than the others but like Dane’s they were active,aggressive and made him worry. Was he the only one taking things seriously? Since most have been acting like they were still college students, still going to Frat parties, and cramming for studies. However his mind was clouded, his plans were altered, and this architect needed things to go as he envisioned them.

     “Dane seriously, you need to stop worrying. All you do is bitch, brood, or suck any fun out of everything. This is a gift not some responsibility, so worry about that than all of us. You aren’t our babysitter.” she responded with such an air that it teetered or the truth and arrogance, “Even so, I think you are the one that needs more control.” smiling before she walked passed him and back into the party.