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greyfection-au-asks · 4 months

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[ Welcome to the Greyfected AU Blog ]

: Welcome, hello! This is the Greyfected AU, run by @gekooi who created this AU!

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: There are many characters in this AU, the list will be shown soon. Feel free to ask questions to any of the characters as you please!

: If you would like to directly specify your asks to Gekooi, then please refer to them with their name or "Owner" so that they are aware of who you may be talking about.

: If talking to a character, there will be quotes and possibly colored text.

: Information on characters can be dropped if requested, headcanons too, please feel free to ask whatever, really! Do not ask anything related to NSFW however, it may make Gekooi very uncomfortable and your ask will be ignored.

: This is a roleplay account, do feel free to request for a roleplay, we would love to do any rps involving this AU! You can use OCs, canon, etc.

: We apologize if we take too long or forget to do something, it will likely be edited if inaccurate or be done when we remember or check again!

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[ Continue for characters and their status currently in the AU: ]

N = Normal, I = Infected, H = Half Infected, ? = Unknown Status, M = Missing, NIM = Normal + Immune, C = Cannot be Affected (Or Creator of Infection), M/? = Might be Missing or Not Confirmed, NIM(?) = Normal but Immunity Unconfirmed, P/IM = Pure Immunity, HI = Hyper-Infected

Bive - H : Broke free from the infection partially as to remain unaffected by Split while working to bring her back.

DrRETRO - I : Following her goal to find and infect MR.

FleshCousins - ? : They simply break and fall apart upon becoming concrete.

Melanie - N : She's dead, but she does come back to life in future events when the infection comes to an end.

Gnarpy - HI : Currently uncontrollable, only obeys Wallter and avoids anyone at all costs with the little amount of consciousness xe has left.

Infected - H : Greyfection gets removed in the future by Infected's other infection.

Jermbo - ? : Found infected by DrRETRO, was witnessed by Sarah and reported to Spud.

Lampert - HI : Infected but protects Jimmy like a bodyguard, keeping him uninfected.

Mannequin Mark - P/IM : He is the cure, but if he loses his other arm, he won't be able to help anyone out anymore, and won't be able to stop the infection. Folly is aware of this.

MRManueverer - I : Infected by DrRETRO, helped MR escape twice before finally falling to the infection, as well before MR is trapped in Wallter's lair.

MR - N : Gets trapped in Wallter's lair in the future and is kept there, unable to escape or use any of his abilities.

Poob - N : Infected by DrRETRO in the future.

Pest - I : Almost fully infected currently, but gets fully infected in the future, he has partial control, similarly to Infected.

Pilby - N : Stays with Spud and Sarah for safety.

Prototype - NIM : Unable to be infected due to being a robot.

Reddy - NIM : Back up and working due to the help of his team, unable to be infected due to being a robot.

Scag - NIM : Unable to be infected due to being a robot.

Split - I : Has some conscience back, remains with Bive for the rest of the time.

Spud - P/IM : Has pure immunity, he is able to bite specifically only a greyfected part of someone and it prevents further infection from that infected part specifically, but he cannot remove the infection.

Unpleasant - N : Jeremy protected Unpleasant no matter what, keeping them safe despite very close calls.

Wallter - C : He started everything.

Clover(s) - I : Completely gone, all have lost complete consciousness and the only person they doesn't attack is Wallter.

Doug - M/? : Reported by Pilby to be infected.

Enphoso - M : Found to be infected by MR.

Jeremy - NIM : Gets his lower hand infected, uses it to fight off DrRETRO, who infected his hand when trying to attack Unpleasant.

Scary Mike - M/? : Nobody was ever able to catch Mike in its maze, so it never got infected.

Cashier - M/? : Found to be infected but never left their store, reported by Pilby. Gained conscience back by Emerson and was given an eye contact to prevent infection through the eye.

Toothy and Toothette - M/? : Toothy was found to be infected by Split, but Toothette was infected by DrRETRO.

Glevil, Boots, and other Mannequins - NIM(?) : Glevil was reported infected by Boots and ":3" (The mannequin with the :3 face.)

Bugbo - ? : Was possibly infected by Split, but nobody can locate him anymore.

Crem - I : Lost conscience after the infection became hyper, chased Spud and Sarah but found Wallter's lair, Mark finds out Crem is there to infect and punches them, this is when Mark finds out that he can remove the greyfection.

Emerson - N : He threw red ball drinks at any infected who tried to attack him, which kept them away. Frequently visits Cashier.

SwibbleDib - ? : Infection is confirmed to others by Yum Zlurplie in the future, abandoned at the Glorp'N'Go.

Yum Zlurplie - N/? : Got infected by Bive, of course, deadass just because Bive doesn't like Yum Zlurplie.

Uno - M : Infection is confirmed to others by Dos in the future when people actually find Dos with Tres.

Dos - M : Protected by Tres, and Tres was unable to infect them due to a special connection, the same went to Uno, but Uno resorted to physically attacking Dos for reasons that Uno has not admitted yet.

Tres - I : Was the third person to personally be infected by Wallter, coming third after Split and Clover, Split being the very first.

Gregoriah - ? : Was already infected, becomes fully infected in the future and uses the flood to trap and infect anyone.

Mach - HI : Unrecognizable, can immediately infect upon contact, found by Wallter and is used as a bodyguard.

Jimmy - NIM(?) : Manages to never get infected, though finds out that he is not truly immune to the infection, is protected by Lampert.

Sarah - N : Her arm gets infected in the future, but Spud prevents further infection, so she remains safe.

WilliamPlayz57 - NIM : He was secretly persuaded by Wallter to help them take over and infect others, he was the cause of MR being unable to escape Wallter's lair after they teleported there. Can be found lurking around Wallter's lair.

Folly - P/IM : She possessed Wallter, was the true cause of the infection the entire time.

Slimyim - H : Is too powerful for the (Hyper)Infection to take over.

Racerman - I : If anyone were to come across his floor, he would force them to participate in his race otherwise that person, unless they have Immunity in general, would be infected.

Sab - N : He managed to remain hidden away from any infected in the Dance Party floor.

Brock - H : He isn't infected much, but there's infection on him. He takes care of Sab, since Sab was a bit traumatized from witnessing people get infected.

Giggler - P/IM : It exists as a spirit who is currently working to protect the uninfected and send messages to Mark through his mind that unfortunately come in through beeps, specifically beeps that are for morse code, which Mark does not know. Wallter often notices the annoyance in Mark's expressions if he is there while Mark is receiving messages from the Giggler.

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Mozelle - N : She remains hidden away with her critters on her floor, protecting them with care and making sure nobody finds them, she can often be found scoping around alone on other floors, sometimes being found with Jeremy and Unpleasant for safety before she can return to her floor.

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the-0dd-0nes · 5 months

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Intro ᯓ★

Hiya!! I'm the host Kayden/Kayz (He/they/it/xem) and I end my texts with -‼️🎶

So fair we have counted 3 people in total!

Michael Mell (He/Him/His) is a fictive from BMC, he is a caretaker & protector, [QUICK NOTE! He gets triggered by the song 'Michael In The Bathroom' so please do not send us anything related to that] his text ends with -🎧👾

Evan Hansen (He/They but prefers He/Him) Is a DEH fictive, He is a Memory holder [QUICK NOTE! Please do NOT refer/use the name Mark 4 Evan! He gets very upset when he’s reminded about his dad, and he in general just prefers Evan more] his texts end in -🩵🦴

Jared Kleinman (Any pronouns but prefers She/They) Is a DEH fictive, She is a Sexual Protector, Their texts end in -🫦👓

Chew (They/It/Xe/Acid) is a new head-mate so we don't really know what Its role is, acids age is unknown at the moment as-well, Its text end in -☢️☣️

Leo (They/It) is also a new head-mate, they do not have an age but they seem like a little, so that's what we are gonna call them :3, Its text end in -🦎🧩

We suspect there is more than us three but they haven’t introduced themselves or spoken to us! (Or at least me.. tho it’s okay!) but these are just the people I know of! I will edit this if I get to meet the rest of ‘em!

IF YOU DO NOT RESPECT ANY OF US THEN YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!!

feel free to ask us questions and just random asks! :D

#plural system #Michael Mell fictive #even hansen fictive #bmc #deh #dear evan hansen #be more chill #The 0dd 0nez #jared kleinman

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goblinbugthing · 8 months

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whoopee!! thing i nabbed from a discord server!

ID under the cut, as usual :)

[ID: An image titled, “Pronouns & Titles & You (Oh My!)”, text coloured in yellow, purple, black, and light grey, and set on a white background.

There are pronouns and titles next to checkboxes beneath it, alongside meanings for the colour-codes.

Green is marked as, “Yes!”

Red is marked as, “No thanks!”

Orange is marked as, “Ask first!”

Blue is marked as, “Friends only!”

And purple is marked as, “If it’s funny!”

At the bottom of the page is a watermark, reading, “Template by @/Mokiemorty on Tumblr <3”. (forward slash added to prevent ping)

There is a rectangular box next to the titles, with text that reads, “Hello! My name is:”

And beneath it are empty spaces, underlined for the used editing the template to write their name(s). Next to the spaces are checkboxes.

The first space has handwritten text reading, “Koko/Ko”, and the checkbox is marked with green.

The second space has handwritten text reading, “Boything/Bugthing”, and the checkbox is marked with blue.

The third space is empty.

In the bottom-right corner is another rectangular box, titled “I like:”, with four checkboxes.

The first reads, “Masc compliments”, and is marked green.

The second reads, “Fem compliments”, and is marked green.

The third reads, “Compliments not based on physical appearance”, and is marked green.

The fourth is a fill-in box, with handwritten text that reads, “Unconventional compliments (E.G. ‘Edible’)”, and is marked green.

Other checkboxes marked in green are:

They/them

He/him

It/its

A filled in space, with handwritten text reading, “Xey/xem”

Dude

Boy

King

Queen

Comrade

Sir (which is there twice)

Mx.

and

A filled in space, with handwritten text reading, “Xyr”

Checkboxes marked in red are:

She/her

Ze/zim

Xe/xem

Thon/thon

Ey/em

Fae/faer

Per/per

Woman

Ma’am/miss

Ms.

Ma’am

Indv.

and

“Mr.” is the only box marked in orange.

There are no checkboxes marked in blue.

Checkboxes marked in purple are:

Bro/brother

Man

and

Captain

Two checkboxes are marked diagonally with blue and purple:

Sis/Sister

and

Girl

Five checkboxes are left empty, not including the “my name is” box.

/End ID]

#text #ko’s rambles #ok back to fanfic writing i go *falls into The Bog*

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rjalker · 2 years

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[ID: An image with a purple background and white text. The largest text at the top reads "October 2nd, 2022, for posterity -.- The original post was made on October 1st.

Followed by smaller text, next to which is a cropped screenshot of part of a tumblr post, with arrow pointing at different sections of the screenshot.

One arrow points at the neopronouns tag, which appears in large text in the search results. This is followed by an arrow indicating the filter which is set to "top", and is labeled, "The top posts for the neopronouns tag, which displays automatically when you search tumblr for the word 'neopronouns'".

The last arrow points to the post that is being screenshoted, so that it is labeled, "A transphobic fucking post of someone being blatantly bigoted towards nonbinary people and anyone else who uses neopronouns, now made the top post in the tag, because people decided to sexually harass the OP by spamming the notes with one letter of a time spelling out 'kung pow penis'.

The post is by raspberryjamn, whose url is marked red by Shinigami Eyes in the screenshot.

The section of the post that is visible reads, "Linguistics nerd talks about neopronouns for no reason at 3am (not writing this as polished literature just a dump for my monologue)

I don't think neopronouns really work, the only ones I think have genuine potential for being used are xe/xir and zey/zem and those minor variations/ They're all good clean and largely flavorless like a ritz cracker, the z sound is nice, in the he/she clone it's very distinct from the h and sh sounds".

The rest of the post is cut off by the edge of the screenshot.

The text on the purple background below all this reads:

"Because these people literally value sexually harassing transphobes over actually protecting nonbinary people, and now more nonbinary people will literally be subjected to the bigotry in this post, because it's the first thing they see when they search the word 'neopronouns', and it is appearing on the dashboard of all the followers of everyone who decided to reblog it for the sole purpose of sexually harassing the OP instead of actually calling out the bigotry in the post, or just straight up blocking the OP and being done with it.

Just because sexually harassing people has been turned into a meme does not mean it's magically no longer sexual harassment. 'kung pow penis'ing bigoted posts is literally sexual harassment, and it doesn't magically stop being sexual harassment just because the target is a bigot.

The only thing you accomplish by sexually harassing bigots this way by spamming their notifications is letting yourself lose more and more fucking morals, as long as you think you've got a good enough excuse for inexcusable behavior. Not only that, but you are literally now subjecting more oppressed people to the bigotry in the post, by not only putting it on nonbinary and other trans people's dahsboards, you are literally making sure it's the top post in the whole fucking tag.

The time it's the 'neopronouns' tag. Last time it was literally the 'trans' tag.

Do not fucking sexually harass anyone no matter what. It is literally never okay and never justified. Morals still apply even when it's someone you don't like.

Stop giving bigoted, hateful posts notes just so you can get off to sexually harassing the OP. Not only are you being a terrible fucking person, you are literally furthering the bigotry they started in the first place by guaranteeing more people are subjected to it."

Larger text at the bottom reads:

"Sexual harassment is never okay.

Protecting oppressed people will always be more important than hating bigots.".

End ID.]

#described images #neopronouns #bigotry #transphobia #exorsexism #it was originally going to be way smaller but oh fucking well.#blurry text #ask to tag

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vengeher · 2 years

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⛧ #ⱽᴱᴺᴳᴱᴴᴱᴿ. a horror based 𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐅 of alex kister's 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙻𝙰 𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴 , written as a semi original character , investigated by ₛₕᵢₗₒₕ [ she/xe , est , 18+ ] 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓.

STUDYING IN: “ he's more 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 than 𝗶 𝗮𝗺 . whatever our souls are made of , ʰⁱˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐⁱⁿᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ . IF ALL ELSE PERISHED , and H̲E̲ R̲E̲M̲A̲I̲N̲E̲D̲, i should still CONTINUE TO BE ; and if all else remained , and he were annihilated , ᵗʰᵉ ᵘⁿⁱᵛᵉʳˢᵉ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵗᵘʳⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵃ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗʸ ˢᵗʳᵃⁿᵍᵉʳ . ”

¹ information (tba) . ² pinterest . ³ starter call .

₁. [ FOLLOWING . ] : my blog is private and slow activity and because of my habitual slowness with replies i am selective with who i decide to write with . as much as i'd love to jump at the chance to write with everyone i am a very easily stressed out individual . i don't want my threads to pile up to the point it just isn't fun for me anymore . no hard feelings !

₂. [ ETIQUETTE . ] : if we are writing together i ask that you have the decency to practice proper roleplay etiquette . please do not control my character or force anything upon my character ( within reason ) without clarification . i will not roleplay any rape , incest , pedophilia , sexual assault or outright suicide . if you don't respect these terms you will be hardblocked .

₃. [ PLOTTING . ] : i absolutely love plotting . i'd love it if you would message me if interested in that sort of thing . if plotting isn't your vibe , thats completely fine ! im also open to having have casual conversations about our muses and their relationship ect ! most of sarah's interactions take place post mark's death . i will occasionally write pre mark death sarah . those are typically special cases and i will clarify beforehand . if you have something else in mind please let me know ! i'm open to just about anything !

₄. [ THREADS . ] : i do my best to keep track of my ongoing threads but i am very forgetful by nature ! i might need a little reminder because god knows i won't get to it until you hound me a bit ! just give me some time after your first reminder . if you are constantly on me about it will completely kill my motivation . one or two reminders are fine but any more than that is a hard no ! thank you !

₅. [ FORMATTING . ] : for formatting i use icons , small text and triple spacing . i also use fancy fonts occasionally . if you need me to accommodate for you and change this please reach out ! i would be happy to do so !

₆. [ MAINS AND EXCLUSIVES . ] : regarding mains and exclusives i am selective with choosing who i consider mains and exclusives . the criteria being that we are friends , are comfortable with eachother , and talk on a regular basis ! mains provide me with a source of comfort , away from the anxiety i would typically have with writing with someone new ! i take 1-2 mains of the same character and 1 character each with exclusives ! this is for my own comfort and eases my anxiety ! thank you !

₇. [ WARNINGS . ] : triggering content will be present on this blog , this includes but not limited to : religion , violence , blood , referenced / implied suicide , mental illness and death .

₈. [ CREDITS . ] : the psds i use are by jaynedits other graphics are by poohsources the art belongs to antarctite and everything is by yours truly.

#pinned.

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private-snippers · 4 years

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A Fog of Green

Soulmate September Day 4 - There is a trail of colour only you can see that marks out where your soulmate has been.

Pairings: Intrulogical, very minor anxceit (it’s mentioned in like two paragraphs at the very end

Warnings: blink and you’ll miss it self deprecation, talk of blood, gore, death (generally just Remus being Remus)

Notes: you can read Intrulogical as romantic or queer-platonic. I like to think of them as QPP’s, but there is talk of proposing at the end and I’m not sure if QPP’s get married?

ao3

Logan sighed, checking his watch for what must have been the seventh time in the past minute. If Patton has been in his position, he may have said Logan was checking his watch for the thousandth time, but he wasn’t, and Logan was not one for hyperboles.

Logan’s shift had started nearly 10 minutes ago, and they had been fidgeting endlessly ever since. He had been expecting a calm shift, looking at the fish and perhaps informing customers of a few facts. With this new disturbance, however, they thought it best that the customers simply inform themselves using the plaques attached to the walls nearby the tanks. The constantly fading trail of green smoke had their full attention.

It flowed in from the jellyfish exhibit, through the hall Logan was stationed in, and out past into the amphibians and beyond. Logan had come into the hall through the reptile exhibit, only passing the entrance to the amphibians, too engrossed in his thoughts to notice the green smoke. Even if he had noticed, however, he would have had to wait, as he did now, for the end of his shift. It was only his second day at the job, he could not afford to be flagged for missing his shift.

Instead, Logan spent their time pacing the hall, thinking of their soulmate and praying to the stars and the constellations among them that their soulmate would still be in their general vicinity when their shift finished.

Luckily for him, there was no need to wait.

Logan heard several pounding footsteps come in from the reptile exhibit, along with a few muffled apologies. His head snapped up, but not quick enough to dodge before he caught a flash of green out of the corner of his eye and someone slammed directly into him.

“Oh, fuck! Sorry! I’m looking for my–” they paused, looking at the air around Logan, “for you, apparently! Shit, that was a bad first impression. I’m Remus, she/her right now!”

“Logan, he/they. I presume that you are the source of all this green smoke everywhere?”

“So long as you’re the blue! Wait, I'm green? Please tell me I’m a good green!”

Logan laughed, “Well I certainly believe you to be. My apologies for not finding you sooner, I was planning to finish my shift before searching for my soulmate”

Soulmates. That’s what they were. Remus took a good, long look at the person standing in front of her– her Soulmate!–and grinned.

“I was too caught up in the exhibit’s to notice the smoke! They redid the reptile tanks after the last time I was here so I was reading all the new signs they put up!”

“You enjoy learning? Excellent. I am pursuing a degree in Astrophysics, with a minor in astronomy.”

“Ooh, fun! I’m gonna be a marine biologist, I’m writing a research thing on turtles! Did you know that alligator snapping turtles are a thing! They’re like alligator-turtle hybrids and they are insane! Nature is fucked! I wonder what it’d look like if they tore off someone’s head! Would it be like one clean snap, or maybe just a big, gushing tear–”

“Well I do not believe that an alligator snapping turtle would enjoy a human,” Logan interrupted, “it would certainly be interesting to research what effect their jaws and teeth have on their prey. Perhaps we could research it together over dinner?”

Remus looked up in astonishment, “You want to have dinner with me?”

“Why, of course. You are my soulmate, after all, and I do not believe that I would be given a soulmate I would dislike conversing with. The majority of soulmates develop a relationship together, do they not?”

“Well, yes, but– never mind. I’ll talk to Emile–my therapist,” Remus said after a questioning look from Logan, “about it next week.”

“If you are certain.” After a nod from Remus, Logan continued. “Why don’t you tell me more about Alligator snapping turtles? They sound intriguing, and you certainly seem to know a lot about them.”

The two continued to chat for the rest of Logan’s shift, prattling on about alligator snapping turtles, various other reptiles, and certain aspects of space that may or may not have involved explosions and flames.

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It was a few weeks after the two had met, and their relationship was progressing nicely. They were texting or calling daily and meeting regularly as well. A few days ago, Remus had said that their brother wanted to meet Logan. Logan had agreed, as they saw no reason to wait any longer to meet, and as such had arranged to meet today.

Logan and Remus were standing in front of Roman’s door, a small two-bedroom apartment on the third floor of a building in the middle of downtown. Logan was nervously clasping and unclasping his fist, as he often did when he was anxious.

Remus grabbed their hand, squeezing it before whispering to them. “It’s alright, Lo, Roman’s great! Don’t tell him I said this but,” Xe lowered xir voice a bit, “he’s really helped me with, well, everything, and he’s a great brother.” Xe gave Logan’s hand one last squeeze before turning and knocking erratically on the door. “He’s gonna love you.”

There was a quick and sudden tapping of feet behind the door before it swung open to reveal Roman. “Remus!” He said, double-checking xir bracelet colour–a vibrant green almost identical to Remus’s smoke colour, much to Logan’s surprise and Remus’s delight. “And–Logan? You're my brother’s soulmate?”

“Wait, you guys know each other? What the hell?”

“Yes,” Logan said, “We were project partners a couple of months ago. Roman must have moved, as I did not recognize his apartment. Wait–You were the cause of the green smoke!” He said incredulously, turning to Remus.

“I–Yes?” Remus asked. “Were you not aware of my smoke colour which only you can see?”

“No,” Logan replied, a little frustrated, “When I came over for the project, I saw a faint green smoke drifting around the kitchen and sitting room. I asked Roman whether anyone had been in the house in the past few hours, and he said no. I assumed it had been a mirage of some sort, but you were there!”

“You snuck into my apartment?” Roman said, faking outrage. “Why?”

“I wanted cookies!” Xe turned to Logan. “Ro-bro has the best chocolate chip cookie recipe! You need to have some.”

“Actually, I’m all out. You ate them all yesterday, remember?”

“You had a whole day! And this is Logan, My Soulmate, remember?” Remus said.

“I was helping Janus plan for his date? With Virgil? He’s gonna propose?”

“Oooh, yeah! How’d the planning go?” Remus bounced around the hall as he spoke, mind running a mile a minute. “Is he gonna fly a giant banner with Virgil’s face on it across the sky? Ooh, no what about fireworks that say ‘Marry me, Virgil,” except they look like blood splatters and shit! Or or or! What about painting a portrait of Virgil in fake, or real, blood and then on the back it says “Marry me!” Yes, I’m a genius!”

Roman just shook his head. “I’ll tell you inside, c’mon!”

And if years later Logan uses one or more of those exact suggestions to propose to Remus, no one said anything.

#intrulogical #remus sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #ts logan #ts remus #ts roman #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #soulmate au #snips writes #tsshipmonth2020

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genderqueerpositivity · 5 years

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(Image description: a white square with blue and pink crayon-style markings on the left side, dark pink text across the top of the image says "My pronouns are:", in the center of each image is a set of pronouns, and smaller text across the bottom reads "international pronouns day".

The pronouns included are:

They/them/their

He/him/his

Ey/em/eir

She/her/hers

Zie/hir/hirs

Xe/xem/xyr

Fae/faer/faers

Ve/ver/vis

Xe/hir/hirs

Sie/sier/siers)

#pronouns #pronouns day #international pronouns day #lgbtqia #trans #2slgbtqia #nonbinary #genderqueer #genderqueerpositivity #op #q

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starlocked01 · 4 years

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These Words are Knives

AO3

Masterpost- Previous- Next

Summary: Virgil doesn't like being a secret boyfriend. He honestly just wants his soulmate to be able to be himself at home and at work. But has Janus ever been himself with anyone? Remus probably. But Virgil and Remus don't know about each other and that's about to become everyone's problem

Content Warning: Unsympathetic Janus, Swearing, Fighting, Capslock, Emotional Abuse and Manipulation

Day 28 Anxceitmus- A sentence appears on your arm each night recapping something your soulmate said that day. Modified so that it only shows up after you've met them in person.

"If you love me, let me go If you love me, let me go These words are knives that often leave scars The fear, the fear of falling apart Truth be told I never was yours The fear, the fear of falling apart" -This is Gospel Panic! at the Disco

"Oh yes, my girlfriend and I enjoy true crime shows pretty often."

Virgil sighed, staring at the golden letters glowing on his skin. It stung a lot to see his soulmate lie like this every night.

He turned over in bed to face Janus, "I hate your boss."

"Mmhmm, me too," Janus replied flatly, not taking his eyes off the newspaper.

"I shouldn't have to see this. You shouldn't have to keep me hidden from your coworkers," Virgil felt anger knotting at the bottom of his stomach. It truly wasn't fair.

"If he finds out I'm gay, he will fire me. I'm not having this discussion right now," Janus declared with a tone of finality.

"I'm not asking you to out yourself, I'm just upset about the situation," Virgil twisted onto his back and stared at the ceiling, "what does yours say?"

Janus gave an exasperated sigh and made a show of rolling up his sleeve before reading the shiny purple text, "'Oh my god, that would definitely have killed me!' Honestly, Virgil, it was a mouse. Bit of an overreaction."

"Whatever, good night."

"Virgil?"

"What?"

"I love you."

"Love you too."

Well, it wasn't a lie, Virgil is far too trusting of him for him to not mean it when he says he loves him.

Janus could remember back when they'd first met, Virgil wouldn't even give him his phone number. It had been a tedious process getting the anxious man to open up, and it was more than worth it to Janus. The problems only started when he'd met her.

Remus had been completely unexpected; Janus had literally run into her on his way to work. He panicked that first night the neon green script appeared on his arm opposite the purple text. Remus was also his soulmate and unlike Virgil, she was eager to know Janus.

Janus had made his decision to keep his second soulmate a secret the moment he saw the text, and now he sat like a spider atop his web of lies.

Janus glanced over at Virgil as he lay there, clearly not asleep yet, and started humming a lullaby that usually helped Virgil relax. The tension in his shoulders started to ease and soon he was snoring. Janus folded up the newspaper and took the disposable phone out of his nightstand.

R<3: heyyyy sexy i wanna c u tomrw ;]

He smiled and responded, keeping an eye on Virgil to make sure he was still asleep.

J: I agree, at our usual place?

R<3: !!!!!!

He quickly shut off the phone and hid it again before turning off the bedside lamp and rolling over to fall asleep. ---- Truth be told, it was simply easier to talk about Remus at work because they went by multiple pronouns. It also helped that they didn't immediately get suspicious anytime Janus brought them up. Virgil’s concern could be overbearing and it was just easier to stay under the radar of homophobic coworkers who would no longer respect him if they found out.

He didn't feel good about lying; it was survival. But he was good at it.

"Jan!" Remus waved him over as soon as he arrived at the restaurant. He smiled and joined them at their table, "it's been too long, why are you avoiding me?" Remus asked with a grin.

"I'm not, I just don't want to interrupt your work," Janus smirked, taking a sip of his water.

"What? You don't think I could handle you trying to distract me?" Remus laughed happily, leaning over to kiss their soulmate’s cheek.

They laughed and joked all through dinner, gossiping about coworkers, generally having a good time. The time got away from Janus and it was midnight before he realized how late it had gotten.

"Oh! I want to see what your soul mark says today!" Remus beamed, excitedly rolling up their own sleeve.

"You do tend to have quite… entertaining quotes," Janus' smile hid his irritation but he obliged, rolling up his sleeve as well, "'Why don't we eat the babies and call it Swifting?' Really, Remus? Do I want context?"

"You remember 'A Modest Proposal' by Jonathan Swift, right?" he giggled, reading his own quote of the day, "'Honestly, Virgil, it was a mouse.' Huh…" Remus looked confused, "who's Virgil? You don't talk about him but I see his name come up pretty often."

"A coworker. He's not very pleasant to talk with but we often have projects together," the lie was smooth as silk. He knew this one would happen someday and had prepared.

Remus glanced over and saw a streak of purple along Janus’ wrist of his other arm, "what's that?" they grabbed Janus' wrist and pushed the sleeve up before he could protest. They read the words out loud, "'sup, fellow cryptids? I'm your host, Virgil Keir and it's time to talk about why you absolutely should run to the woods to date the Fae.' Wait…" Remus looked up knowingly, "Virgil is your soulmate, not your coworker."

"He can be both. Like I said, he's not easy to get along with-" Janus was sweating under his collar.

"I want to meet him!" Remus exclaimed.

"Why?' Janus was genuinely puzzled by their reaction.

"Hello! I love his youtube channel and you're my easy in! Plus he's your soulmate so he's gotta be important to you, which makes him all the more important to me," Remus grinned happily, "I swear I'm not jealous that you have two soulmates."

Janus let the comment slide past him, "I'll talk with him, but he's rather private. He may not want to meet you. I mean, he hasn't asked about you at all."

"Alright alright. Thanks, Jan!" Remus kissed him again, "wanna stay the night?" they asked with a wink.

"Not tonight, we both have work tomorrow and it's late enough already," Janus gave them a silvery smile while standing to pay the bill.

"Aw man, I can't wait to tell Stormy about this!" Remus pulled out their phone and was already texting with fire in their eyes.

"Who’s Stormy?" Janus asked hesitantly.

"Tumblr mutual. He's like the biggest fan of 'Mothman Mondays'. He'll be so stoked!"

"Ah- well have fun with that. Goodnight, darling," Janus left quickly. This needed to be contained. ---- Virgil stared at his phone in disbelief.

thotiestthoughts: stormy ull nvr guess!!

thotiestthoughts: my soulmate knows Virgil K!!!

Thoti was probably Virgil’s favorite fan, they messaged on tumblr all the time and had become quite good friends, but it was through his anonymous account not the official blog for his show. He debated how he would respond before typing back.

stormcloud07734: wow what a coincidence. r u secretly him? ;)

The best defense is a strong offense, right?

thotiestthoughts: !!!! im so excite!!!!!!

stormcloud07734: that means u must live pretty close to him

thotiestthoughts: u think hes in Orlando???

Virgil smiled. He knew he was in Orlando. But he had a better idea.

stormcloud07734: don't know about Virgil but im in Orlando. wanna meet up?

His heart was pounding. If this were anyone else but thoti he'd never consider it.

thotiestthoughts: OMG WHEN? RN?

stormcloud07734: how about tomorrow?

Virgil smiled at thoti's enthusiasm. They both picked a local cafe to meet in the afternoon and signed off for the night. Virgil didn’t even wait for Janus to get home before falling asleep. ---- Virgil got to the cafe an hour early. He could barely feel his own breathing as his heart felt like it filled his whole chest and stomach. What if he was wrong and thoti turned out to be a creep or stalker? What if he was never heard from again? He hadn't even said goodbye to Janus that morning. He tried to scroll tumblr to calm down, tried to research for his next episode, anything to distract himself from the anticipation and anxiety.

Remus couldn't wait to meet stormy and was practically bouncing around the back seat of xyr Uber. He'd given xem his phone number since they'd never shared photos and xe was trying desperately to not call before xe got to the cafe.

About a block away xyr phone started ringing. It was stormy.

"Hello?" Xe answered breathlessly.

An all too familiar voice answered xem, "hey, thoti, I know you're not here just yet but I have a bit of a confession to make."

"Virgil…" Remus was practically shoved out of the car by the driver as xe was paralyzed in shock. Xe looked up and saw the familiar pale face, purple hair with swooping bangs and dark eyeshadow smiling at him from a table in the corner, phone held to his face.

"Yup, sorry," Virgil hung up as Remus walked over, mouth agape.

"All this time?" xe asked, not ready to sit at the table with one of xyr favorite minor celebrities.

"Yeah, I kinda like participating in cryptid culture without being hounded about my videos," Virgil shrugged with a grin, "come on, sit down. I'm a lot more like stormcloud than I am like my videos."

"I'm Remus," xe stuck out xyr hand.

"Virgil," he snickered and pinched Remus' fingers with three of his own and gave a curt little shake. Xe laughed and sat down across the table, fidgeting with xyr hoodie strings. Virgil gave xem a long look over, "so your soulmate knows me?"

"Oh yeah, I kinda found out last night and asked him to ask you to meet me so if he brings that up, sorry. I just got really excited about it," Remus blushed in embarrassment, "hopefully Janus will be cool about it."

Virgil stopped mid-sip of a mocha latte, "Janus?"

"Yeah, our soulmate."

"You're his soulmate too? I don't believe you," Virgil shook his head.

"I saw both lines of writing on his arms last night, I'm sure of it!" Remus' grin began to falter, "but whatever, right? We're not here to talk about soulmates. I've been so excited to meet you."

"Hang on, how long?" Virgil demanded.

"How long what? My d-"

"How long have you been soulmates?" Virgil smacked the table.

"About 5 months," Remus looked down at the table. This was going terribly.

"Janus has been my soulmate for 2 years and he never brought up a second soulmate. I can't-" Virgil looked like something inside him was dying, "why wouldn't he mention you?"

"He- oh my god he doesn't want me around… and you probably hate me just for existing…" Remus looked up as Virgil laid a hand gently on xyrs.

"No. I don't hate you. We're going to get to the bottom of this." ---- Virgil sat in bed next to Janus who was preoccupied with a book. He didn't know how to bring up Remus and every moment he felt sicker and sicker in his stomach. The frequent fights, the talk at work about a girlfriend, the distance between them, when he thought about it he realized it had only really started 5 months ago.

Janus reached out to take his hand and Virgil instinctively pulled away.

"What's wrong, Virgil?" Janus asked sweetly.

"Don't touch me," he muttered just as the clock struck midnight. He glanced at the yellow text without bothering to read it, "I bet this one is a lie too."

"Virgil, what do you mean? You're acting suspicious," Janus’ mind was reeling. He'd forgotten what Virgil had said he was going to do that day and didn't expect him to be so hostile. He glanced down at the purple text on his arm and asked, "who's 'thoti', Virgil?"

Virgil started to reply when he saw a flash of green on his own arm. He looked and was surprised to find a second soul mark in a dark green scrawl. His phone was ringing and he didn't even need caller ID to know who it was, "are you seeing this too, Rem?" Virgil's eyes flicked over to Janus and narrowed, "a second soulmate, who could have guessed?" Janus kept his face impressively passive at the news and subtle accusation, "okay, see you soon."

Virgil hung up and glared at Janus who simply repeated, "who's 'thoti', Virgil?"

"You insufferable bastard! You know exactly who xe is, your 'girlfriend' our soulmate," Virgil scowled, ready to tear out a throat and leave the body for the wolves. He saw that Remus had texted him that xe was 10 minutes away. Janus had nowhere to run now.

"Her name is Remus. Why would I assume she was your soulmate or that you would give her such a disrespectful nickname?" Janus tried to steer the conversation in his favor.

"You're going to accuse me of disrespect? For the last five months, you have done nothing but lie to us and you're saying I'm the disrespectful one? You can't deflect your way out of this one, babe," Virgil felt his eye twitch. Remus better get there fast if he wanted both soulmates intact.

Virgil was screaming and beating Janus with a pillow when the doorbell rang.

"What the fuck? Is this a confrontation or a sleepover?" Remus burst in the door, finding it unlocked. He ran over and pulled Virgil off of Janus, getting a face full of feathers in the process.

"Oh just casual domestic abuse," Janus picked himself off the floor as Virgil struggled to get out of Remus' grasp.

"I'm going to make him pay, one way or another!" Virgil snarled.

"I don't know, Virgil, I think we can work this out," he blurted out.

Virgil stared at Remus dumbfounded, "you think what? Work this out? He's lied to you the whole time you've known him!"

"So did you," Remus looked down as if ashamed to say it out loud, "I thought you were stormcloud. I gushed about Virgil to you for hours and you never thought to tell me who you really were. I bet you even got content ideas from me and never had to credit them. So how is that different, if not worse, than Janus being scared of you doing exactly what you're doing right now?"

"You really think having an anonymous tumblr is worse than being manipulated for years? Is that what I'm hearing, Remus?"

"I think you're overreacting. I want to try and fix this relationship because we're soulmates and we should be able to make it work," Remus sighed, turning away from Virgil, "I'm not cutting anyone off."

"It's alright, Virgil. I forgive you. Let's figure this out together-"

"NO!" something snapped. Virgil squared up, facing the other two, "get out."

"Virgil," Janus took a step towards him.

"I said, Get Out."

"Oh, did you forget? The lease is in my name. I'm not leaving my fucking apartment. If you don't want to work with us then you can work on getting your own place to live," Janus’ look turned smug and cold as ice.

"Janus, don't kick him out," Remus looked as though he were about to spiral into a panic attack. If he'd just kept his mouth shut for once maybe-

"No, he's right. He holds shelter and food over my head to keep me in line so he can keep a secret fuck boy on the side and expects me to 'work it out' like I'm too scared to fend for myself. Fuck you," Virgil started to laugh with tears streaming down his cheeks. He turned and grabbed his backpack, walking to their room to grab as much of his stuff as he could. Remus followed him, holding Janus back from saying anything more.

"Virgil, please. I don't want to lose you," Remus pleaded softly.

"I thought you were pissed at me for being a liar on the internet," Virgil muttered.

"Maybe, but if I'm willing to forgive Janus don't you think I can forgive you too?" Remus held up his arm to block the door.

Virgil stopped with a heavy exhausted sigh, "I don't want your forgiveness. Remus, if you love me, let me go."

Virgil watched as a tear slipped down Remus' face and he lowered his arm. The rage that fueled him broke and he grabbed Remus in a hug. The other stiffened, uncertain, before relaxing and hugging Virgil back.

"I didn't want to leave you; I just can't stay with him," Virgil fought to keep his voice from trembling as much as his shoulders were shaking.

"I'll see if my landlord can add you on my lease… that way you don't have to leave?" Remus offered hopefully.

"That sounds like a thousand more nights spent screaming. Not a good idea," Virgil broke away from the hug, "thank you, Remus."

"You… you know how to find me if you need me," Remus laughed sullenly.

"Thanks. I'm sorry."

Remus only nodded as Virgil made for the front door.

"If you leave right now, you'll never see him again," Janus spoke from his place on the couch, wine glass in hand, and already half-empty in the short time Virgil spent packing.

"I know. Anything to keep me from fighting you, right? Just watch me find a way to be happy, asshole," Virgil spat before walking out without a second glance back. ---- "Virgil?"

"What?"

"I love you."

"No, you don't!" Virgil hissed, pushing himself away as hard as he could.

"Virgil, I know I'm not your soulmate but I am confident about my feelings for you," Logan looked confused and hurt but all Virgil could see was a cold, sly smile he'd tried so hard to forget. Reality started to blur and Virgil began to hyperventilate while the smirk leered closer, "Virgil, it's me, Logan. In for four."

Virgil focused on the calming voice and followed its instructions. After a few minutes, he could see Logan’s living room, feel the blanket tangled around their feet, the soft touch of his best friend pulling him back from the edge.

"Logan, I- I'm-"

"Don't apologize. There's nothing to apologize for," Logan held him close, resting his chin in Virgil’s hair, "you were clearly triggered. I did not mean to hurt you and your lashing out wasn't directed at me."

"But I know you aren't him, it's not fair for me to treat you that way," Virgil shuddered, pushing in to be as close to Logan as possible.

"Perhaps not, but I'm choosing to forgive it because I know this isn't easy for you," Logan smiled rubbing small circles on his back, "I will learn one thousand different ways to show you my appreciation and care if those three little words are ineffective and harmful to you."

"I don't deserve you," Virgil's voice was muffled as he buried his face in Logan’s chest to hide the tears threatening to spill over.

"No, you deserve so much more than I can give you, and you didn't deserve what happened in the past," Logan kissed the top of his head sweetly.

Virgil choked back a sob, "don't your soulmates hate me?"

Logan sighed, "no. They are happy together and I am happy for them. It has been a while since I've talked to either Patton or Roman, but I think they're okay with me finding you. Not every breakup is toxic, nor are all soulbonds romantic."

They stayed curled together like that on the couch for quite a while, the movie they'd been watching left forgotten on pause.

"Are you happy, Logan?" Virgil whispered, breaking the easy silence.

"With you, yes."

"Promise?"

"I promise I won't lie to you. I am happy with you, Stormcloud," Logan squeezed him tighter, trying to impart every ounce of his love with the application of force. He never wanted to be the one hurting Virgil, and if he ever met Janus or Remus, there was a baseball bat with their names on it in the corner.

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#tsshipmonth2020 #Soulmate September 2020 #toxic anxceitmus #toxic anxceit #unsympathetic janus #platonic analogical #angst #hurt comfort #emotional manipulation #emotional abuse #swearing #fighting #this hurt so much to write

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ozzyfromthecafeteria · 1 month

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i did not intend to nap for 3 hours

#head in my hands it was only supposed to be one hour #mark: text (he/she/xe/it)

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celebritz-a · 3 years

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𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄 : ( 𝑎𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑛 ) ˙ tw : drinking , references to self - hate , suicide , &. self harm

ʟᴀsᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ another suicide dream , he was a being of fire &. frozen ectasy. she was lost &. no one cried. they were loss itself , the lament between foreknowledge &. being. the dusk light streams through the dusty closed blinds , giving the room a hazy glow with shadows curling in the corners as the light struggles to get in.

they were no longer a being. xe's never been the type of person to actually exist. she sits up from the couch &. reaches to grab a pack of cigs from under the phone that was digging with notification after notification. the sound of the lighter flickering fills the silence that seems to bleed from the baseboards. hes never been a person at all. perhaps they were not meant to be anything but empty space , the unseen work within instruments that are never played. or perhaps the problem is that shes never simply been able to exist. they ash their cig onto the carpet , not caring if the ashes mixed with the fibers. xe has never been able to be at ease , unafraid. maybe she wasnt meant for a lower plane of life. jesus what a pretentious thought. the butt of the cig was burning the tips of his fingers , snapping her out of their thoughts. fingers reach down &. fumble around before grasping the neck of a bottle of wine that had been left from the night before.

slowly she stands , ��not caring if the glass shards from the graveyard of thrown bottles dog into his feet. xe puts the cig out on the dining table , the burn mark leaving its mark among the ever growing pattern. perhaps shes not the kind of person that can be loved by a lover or a husband or a wife. their feet drag into the kitchen , opening up the fridge to look at the leftover food that amy keeps on sending along with the texts with the rest of their clients that are wondering where the fuck their producer had gone. maybe the problem is that his problem is that hes never been loved by a friend , even though she craves it. they tip the bottle back , grimacing at the taste of the cheap warm wine. it sickens her sometimes. xe is made of cravings. cravings so strong that they are carvings in stonework with something grotesque in some gorden that has been buried by centuries of construction &. destruction. it spells civilizations that are burning red &. afraid &. so undoubtably alone.

it hits her like a punch in the gut as he stands in their empty apartment , with the smell of cigs heavy in the air &. no sound of life. perhaps the problem is that they have always been alone as well as lonely. perhaps the problem is that all of their thoughts &. words are rambling , incoherent , &. so quiet tied together with ribbons of dandelions that she will never be able to weave a noose strong enough to do it. maybe the issue the issue that is that she is not a child , but he feels like one , the one she never got to be , like he'll always be this wasted potential. maybe there never was any potential at all.

the bathroom is so clean with bright lights &. there is band aids on the sink. the mirror is broken with glass shards in the trashcan that are too clean. xe forgets the last time they saw her own face that wasn't the sight of his own dead body in her dreams. she feels like the ghost of some dead philosopher that was buried alive in ancient times. maybe she is traumatized by his own life , their own state of being. xe turns on the sink &. groans when the water is so cold against his face. maybe she is fucked up from being a being of desperation &. ice , or from his own brother that didn't love him , or from the friend that loved her too much. slowly he pulls out his phone &. presses to return one of the class. its such a pathetic string of thoughts. the idea that other people feel like this &. deal. the fact that she would rather be alone than let others know of this agony. ❝ sorry i got sick , wanna like jam it out tonight? ❞

#long post /#drinking /#suicide /#self harm /#ask to tag !#╰ ––––––– ✧ ASPEN : ISMS ❨ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝘩𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑝 ❩˙#yes ik its half formated but the spacing generator crashed on me and im not rewriting all of that

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sincerelyreidburke · 4 years

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ooh also 4 for Bri and Reid because I love them

Friends! Romans! Countrymen! ARE YOU READY for some good shit?!?! I say this because this is my very first time writing Reid/Bri! I mean, they’ve been in the background a few times in drama club stuff, but I’ve never actually gotten to focus on them. Toby enables me, because xe loves me.

“Who’s Bri?” Reid’s girlfriend!

In today’s episode of prompts, you will get a glimpse into Reid’s post-graduation life! If you want to read more about what’s in store for him after Kiersey, you can check out this post. And even this one, too, if you’d like.

Here, you’ll see a Reid two years removed from graduation and a little down on his luck. You also finally get to see inside his brain. *Slaps hood of Reid Burke* This bad boy can fit so much mental illness in him.

From this list of sappy prompts, which I am still accepting and filling as we speak!

4. “Shut up and kiss me.”

two years after (reid's) graduation | may

Reid considers himself spectacularly efficient when it comes to fucking things up.

He knows this. Has always known it. He figures it’s a good thing to be self-aware, at least. He’s probably one of the more self-aware human beings to ever have a conscience, come to think of it, given the amount of time he spends policing his own every action. But still. There has to be some benefit in being so well aware of your own flaws that you can constantly predict your fuck-ups before they even happen. It’s like damage control when the damage hasn’t even set in.

Anyway. Reid knows he’s good at fucking up. But if there’s one thing he would really prefer not to fuck up, it’s Bri’s birthday.

Easier said than done.

When midnight strikes on the day she’s turning 24, he’s not even home, which is the first reason he feels guilty and useless. He’s at work, apron around his waist, tie done up too tight, sneaking glances at the clock across the room in between customers and refills. He wishes he had his phone on him, as the minute hand lines up with the second hand at the 12. He could at least text her. He could make up for the fact that he’s not there in person, to ring in the first moments of the day. But his phone is in the back, in his locker, because this is the best-paying place he works at, and he doesn’t want to risk his employment by getting caught with a phone by his manager. Or worse, a nosy customer, who will subsequently rat him out to his manager, and, well— yeah. Not to mention the fact that it’s usually so fast-paced in the bar that there’s no time to check your phone anyway.

The point is. He wishes he could text Bri. But he can’t. It’s probably for the best. She’s probably not even awake. It would actually be bad if she were awake. A healthy sleep schedule is something she deserves.

Actually, she deserves a lot. The entire world. A lot more than Reid has ever been able to give her, and there isn’t a day that goes by when his brain fails to remind him of that particular fuckup in his life thus far. But tonight, he shouldn’t think in huge terms. Tonight, he should just worry about her birthday.

Man, he wishes he were home in bed.

The strike of midnight, although it provides something to focus on, isn’t even the sign of his shift nearing an end, because the bar doesn’t close until 2:30, and the latter two and a half hours of work wind up passing by even more slowly than the beginning of his shift did. When he finally sees his last customer out, after last call, and he’s the only lonely, lingering person in the place— then, the end is in sight. He has closing chores ahead of him, but at least he doesn’t have to wait around to go home anymore.

It’s nothing that out of the ordinary, really, to be working this late. Between three jobs and sneaking in open mic nights between them any chance he can, he can’t remember the last time he had a night entirely off. Or a day, honestly, and tomorrow— or today, since it’s past midnight— isn’t any exception. He has the lunch shift at the street diner he works at, and the jury’s still out as to whether he’s going to bag his shift at the second bar he works at tomorrow night.

All of this is to say: he’s working a lot. Which is fine. Work means money, which means staying alive, especially with the New York cost of living he’s gotten used to since they moved here after graduation. It’s a necessary part of life. He just wishes life could stop, for one day, so he could do this right. So he could at least give her something, to make up for all the areas in life where he’s lacking. Where he’s an extremely underwhelming excuse for a future husband.

And, look— he did actually get her a present, so that’s not the issue here. It’s more the lack of time. It’s more the overwhelming sense that, despite her stability, despite the fact that she’s stuck with him for six years, he doesn’t deserve this patience, and that one day she might finally come to her senses and decide that she doesn’t feel like waiting around while he slums it in New York and tries to make it big, that she wants, like, a normal life, with a partner who makes a salary and a house or at least an apartment with more than one room and, like, basic predictability and success—

Ugh.

For now, for this very early morning, he won’t think about all of that, no matter how much it rings in his ears as he cleans up and closes the bar. For now, he just wants to make sure Bri has the most perfect morning possible. And to do that, he has a checklist.

Step one: finish work. He considers that done as he locks the front door of the bar, and steps out onto the street. It’s kind of breezy but not exactly cold out, since Bri’s birthday marks the last day of May, and summer is pretty much here. It’s not really busy outside on the street, but he’s not the only one out, either. Rule number one of New York City: you are literally never the only person out and about, no matter what time of day it is.

Step two: the bodega. It’s on his walk, open twenty-four hours, and he stops there so often at weird hours of the night after work shifts that he’s established a rapport with the cashier who works the red-eye shift. “Eyyyyyy,” he sings, as he swings through the door into the small, artificially lit space. “What’s up, Charlie? You working hard, or hardly working?”

Actually, it’s not so much a rapport. It’s more that he’s constantly the loudest customer who graces this place between the hours of midnight and four in the morning, and Charlie probably hates him, but still tolerates his presence. So.

He needs flour, half a dozen eggs, a tied-up bunch of yellow and white flowers, and rainbow sprinkles. He also slides three Red Bull onto Charlie’s till, and then grins across the counter to remark, “The necessities.”

Charlie grunts or maybe chuckles, and scans his stuff. “Right.”

Step three: get home and get to work.

It’s, like, six minutes on foot from work to the bodega, and then four more to the subway stop, and then the subway is a whole host of issues that land him back at the apartment building around 3:30 in the morning. Bri’s alarm goes off at 6:30 for work, and he figures he can intercept her for a proper birthday breakfast before she goes to the gallery. Given that he kills one of the Red Bull from the bodega while he’s in transit to get home, he is at least ninety percent confident that there’s no point in not pulling an all-nighter.

It’s fine. He’s not even tired. He has stuff to do, anyway.

The apartment is dark when he gets in, and he tries to make the smallest amount of noise, which, when you think about it, is kind of pointless because it’s only one room and any noise he makes could count as a disturbance, but— but— Bri isn’t a light enough sleeper to wake up at that kind of stuff. A fact he is grateful for. So he puts the bag of groceries down, gently, on the counter, and turns the light on over the sink while he loosens his tie. Or more like yanks it off. The uniform at that job is seriously not his style, but you take what you can get.

Across the room, where their bed is tucked up into the corner, Bri is asleep. Thank Christ. He would be concerned if she weren’t. While he gets out of his work clothes, he looks at her in bed— she’s peaceful, and looks comfortable, and he kind of wants for a second to just crawl into bed with her, but if he does that, he’ll never get anything done in time, and she’ll wake up to a normal old morning. With nothing special. On her birthday.

She doesn’t deserve that.

When he’s finished changing, it’s 3:41 Apple time. The morning is young. He sneaks a kiss to the top of her head and pulls the covers a little higher over her shoulders, then slides across the room in his socks, back to the kitchen side of the apartment.

Sure, he’s great at fuck-ups. But he’s not going to let this one be a bust.

It’s a quick three hours.

He blames executive dysfunction. Time passes too quickly when he’s on a crunch, literally every time. He starts with her card, which he bought a few days ago— writes it out, seals it into its envelope, and weighs it down with the corner of one of her vases, which he fills with water and puts the flowers in. It’s glass-blown, psychedelic colors; she made it in the glass studio junior year at Kiersey, and it followed them to New York.

With that done, he gets all his ingredients out for breakfast. He can’t start cooking at 4 in the morning, but he can get ready— a bowl out on the counter, their one good frying pan on the griddle, dry ingredients for pancakes measured out. He’s not the most versatile cook in the world, but he makes a mean Kraft Dinner, and this, too, he can do— birthday cake pancakes. With sprinkles. It’s Bri’s favorite breakfast.

He doesn’t know how it winds up being 6:30. He loses time, doing all of this and also nothing at all. He’s two and a half Red Bull deep, mixing up the actual pancake batter, when Bri’s alarm tone across the room pulls him out of his haze.

“Shit,” he hisses, and nearly knocks over his frying pan. It’s 6:30 already? The kitchen is a mess, and he’s been stuck in the distractible part of his brain for the better half of the past two hours, and now he looks like he’s made a huge mess, and—

The alarm stops going off, and he hears the mattress shift. He’s rinsing off the questionable spatula he’s been using to mix the batter in the sink when he hears her voice. “Babe?”

“Hey— hey, good morning.” He turns, and puts his back to the counter, like it’ll hide the actual disaster he’s created. “Happy birthday,” he adds. “Did you sleep okay?”

Bri is sitting up halfway in bed, and she doesn’t answer his question. “What are—” She yawns, and holds a hand to her mouth, which is really fucking cute, the way her eyes get all wrinkled up like this, and he just— loves her, and wishes he weren’t so useless, wishes he could give her the world. When she finishes her sentence, her voice is raspy. That’s cute, too. “What’re you doing over there?”

“I’m, uh.” And busted. He might as well own up to the mess. “Well, I realize now that it looks like a bomb went off in here, but don’t worry; I’ll fix it. I was just— well, breakfast. I’m making breakfast. But it’s not ready yet. It will be. Promise.” He lets all his breath out at once, then tries a grin. “But did you? Sleep okay?”

Again, she doesn’t answer the question. Instead, she swings her legs off the side of the bed, and gets up to walk across the room. He meets her halfway, as she’s combing back her hair, a blonde, wavy, bedhead-y and beautiful mess. She’s in pajama shorts and a tank top, and he may be sleep-deprived and totally useless, but he is the luckiest guy on this planet. “How long’ve you been up?” she asks.

He rests his hands, gently, on her waist, and looks down to meet her eyes, which are hazy with sleep but always so fucking pretty. “I… don’t know if you would love the answer to that question,” he replies, because she’d see right through him even if he wanted to lie about it.

She smiles, but it’s a sympathetic expression, like she can see the Red Bull coursing through his veins or some shit like that. “Answer anyway.”

“Um.” Okay, busted. For real this time. While she hooks her arms around his neck, he tries to gather an explanation. “Okay, so I may not have slept, but hear me out, okay? I wanted to make sure I had stuff in a row so that when you woke up, it’d all be good for you, since I know we kinda have, like, a limited window here, and I didn’t want you to just have to eat, like, peanut butter toast on your birthday, right? Like, that would suck, and also, I was already up because of work, and I had stuff to do anyway, so basically, I didn’t, uh, I didn’t sleep at all, but on the bright side, there is pancake batter ready for you, and I promise I’m gonna clean up all the cooking shit ASAP because I know it looks like a war zone in this kitchen right now—”

“Reid.”

He stops. Her voice is gentle, and she’s smiling— it’s not the pity smile anymore, but just a regular smile. She threads her fingers in the hair at the back of his neck. “Sorry,” he breathes, almost instinctively. “Sorry. That was so much. You just woke up. Hi. I love you. Happy birthday. You look really hot right now.”

Bri laughs, and leans up, on tiptoe, until her forehead is right on his. “Reid,” she repeats, even more gently, and he lets out all his breath again, closes his eyes. “Take a deep breath.”

“Sorry. I’m sorry.” He tries to do as she says. It’s really not hard to breathe; he just forgets that’s a necessary bodily task from time to time. No big whoop. “I promise I’ll clean it up. And I’ll make the pancakes, and— wait, shit!” The realization hits him all at once, and his stomach sinks. “Shit. Fuck. I don’t think we have whipped cream.”

“Whipped cream?” Bri asks, and she sort of laughs, like she’s confused, but this is very bad, because that’s a necessary part of any balanced pancake breakfast, right?

“Fuck,” he repeats, and then groans, bumping his forehead against hers lightly. “Fuck, babe; I’m so sorry. I knew I was forgetting something. I can go out, though. Maybe while you shower? I can get it on the corner—”

“Babe,” Bri says, and it occurs to him that he has once again forgotten to breathe. But when he meets her eyes again, she’s smiling, kind of laughing, and she shakes her head. “Shut up.”

“What?” He blinks. His glasses fog up a little, with how close their faces are, and he squints through them toward her. “I really will go out and get it. What are birthday pancakes without whipped—”

Bri slides her hands up to either side of his face, and she shakes her head again. “Just shut up and kiss me, okay?”

The pit leaves his stomach, and he stops in his tracks. “Oh,” he says, and then laughs, too. “Okay. I can do that.”

It’s a kiss that stops the racing in his brain, which it really always does; she just knows how to do that by existing. It becomes two, and then three, and when they pull apart, Reid can breathe normally again.

“You didn’t have to stay up all night because of me,” she tells him, voice still gentle, eyes still on him.

“I’m sorry,” he groans. “I didn’t really— I mean, I really didn’t want you to have a lame morning.”

“Well, that was very sweet of you,” she replies. Her eyes are catching the sunrise light that edges in through the window. He could get distracted by that. By her body. By every freckle on her face. He is, after all, easily distractible. “But,” Bri adds, “as long as my morning has you in it, I promise you, there’s nothing lame about it.”

He laughs, and kind of feels sheepish, like he might be blushing. “Okay.” He doesn’t deserve her, but he’ll take her at her word.

“C’mere.” She pulls him down for another kiss, and, yeah, this he can do. The apartment is way too small, and he is a human disaster, but she loves him anyway, for some reason he still can’t figure out, and he’ll never stop being grateful for that.

“Thank you,” she says, when they pause to breathe again. “I’m excited for pancakes.”

“I’ll make them good,” he assures her, and she laughs.

“I know you will,” she replies, and then smiles with half her mouth, so her one dimple shows, and that is fucking adorable. Holy Christ. He might be sleep-deprived, but if looks could kill… “But,” she adds, with that smirk still lingering, “not yet.”

“Not yet?” he echoes, and blames the sleep deprivation for how slow the realization is. “Right, yeah. Because you should shower, right? Get ready for work?”

“I think I have a distinct amount of time before I actually have to be ready for work,” she replies, and ohhhh. Oh. Okay.

This, too, he can do.

“I think I understand you,” he tries.

Bri winks. “You definitely understand me,” she says, and then grabs him by the hand and pulls him back toward their bed. “And plus, it’s my birthday.”

He almost makes a birthday suit joke, and then decides that puns are not an effective method of seduction today. Not that Bri really needs seducing. Right this second, anyway.

“I’m so honored,” he says, instead, and grins when she pushes him down to sit on the edge of the mattress. He holds her by the waist and waits, still smirking. “You mean to say you want me to be your present?”

“Something like that,” she replies, with a shrug, and then pushes him so he falls backwards, and he gets exactly three seconds to laugh at the ceiling before she’s kissing him and he gets to move on to something much, much better than rambling about his failures as a boyfriend in the middle of the kitchen.

Breakfast can wait.

#sappy prompts #breid #kiersey college #the insanely cool reid burke #ficlet #my writing #bri doesn't have a tag yet but #that's okay #mel writes

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roster alphabetic by blog, to be added to when needed.

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update: marked full-time uncomplicated teenagers as (minor), it’s okay to follow them but please keep this in mind if interacting with them!

@amaurotinekeeper :* Emet-Selch, he/him, ageless. Refusing to describe himself. Just fanart right now.

@angledbracket: Royce, he/him, 37. Rarely posts, mostly fanart and some aesthetic/architecture.

@avallendyr:* Ava, she/her, ~28. Very rarely posts, possible aesthetic, some text.

@aymericborealis: Aymeric, he/him, 32. Rarely posts, mostly fanart.

@bladefrontier: wyll, he/him, 20s...? mostly gifs/fanart right now.

@blogforgordon: Gordon, he/him, 35. Rarely posts, mostly fandom, sometimes text. (okay to follow from here, he just doesn’t want fandom people following him without asking.)

@bloodblacklily: Lily, she/her, 14 (minor). Rarely posts, mostly fanart.

@blossomingstarlight:* Rose/Lu, she/her, ageless/20s. Mostly pink aesthetic and flowers, some fanart.

@brightlyannie:* Annie/Ariadne/Beth/Mari, she/her, 25ish, Mark’s sister. Doesn’t post frequently, mostly aesthetic and fashion.

@camelliablossoming: Akito, she/her, 26? Mostly reblogs, art/fashion/florals.

@chompingandbitingkeith: Keith, he/him, 19. Currently unused.

@crimsongeneral: Gen, ~30, he/him. Rarely posts, mostly fashion and aesthetic, sometimes fandom.

@daggersmile: Alucard, ????, he/him?. Mostly aesthetic reblogs, warnings for blood/teeth.

@darklymark:* Mark/J/Luke/Carver, he/him, 25ish, Annie’s brother. Rarely posts, mostly text, some fandom, pretty responsive to messages.

@dawnheartedly: Riku, he/him, mid-20s. Posts infrequently, mostly text and fandom, some aesthetic.

@elucydation: Lucy, 26, she/her. Very rarely posts.

@entelecho:* Echo, she/her or they/them, 14 (minor). Posts semi frequently, mostly poetry, some text, rarely fandom. Talks only in echolalia but fairly responsive to messages and likes people a lot.

@eyeshawksharp - Riza, 35, she/her. Rarely posts, mostly fanart.

@finalgirltimwright: Tim, 28, he/him. Very rarely posts, mostly aesthetic.

@firehearthawke: Malcolm or Alshain, he/him, late 40s. Rarely posts, mostly witchcraft, sometimes text. Annie and Mark’s dad.

@godtierjunebug: June, 26, she/her. Mostly personal, some fandom.

@heartrekindled: Jaller, ???, he/him. Currently unused. Hahli and Takua’s bf.

@himawariholt: Katie/Chihiro, 25, she/her. Posts semi-infrequently, some fanart, some personal text posts.

@hopespeaketernal: Makoto, 25, he/him. Currently unused.

@jewannaharvelle: Jo, mid-20s, she/her. Currently unused but she saved the url because she likes it.

@ikusabataichou: ikusaba, mid-20s, she/her or they/them. Currently unused.

@infiltr4tion: Rena, 27, it/its. Currently unused.

@lightenkindled: Takua/Taka, ????, they/them, he/him, she/her, xe/xir, etc. Hahli and Jaller’s partner. Currently unused.

@literaryquitecontrary - Touko and Syo, 25, she/her. Mostly unused (though she reblogged a bunch of fanart).

@littlegeorgiagirl: Joanna, mid-20s, she/her. Mostly aesthetic, currently unused (the aes posts are all from my old blog she had a tag on.)

@meridianis: Zex or Enz, they/them, ~16. Doesn’t post frequently, mostly text, some fandom.

@nonbriarnary: Briar, he/him or they/them, teenager...? Currently unused.

@prettyboykilljoy: Ash/Josh/Rylan, 20ish, he/him. Weirdo ghost teen. Mostly posts personal text posts, usually yelling at me. (don’t worry we’re friends)

@roguewaters: Thancred, 32, he/him. Bisexual disaster. Just fanart right now.

@scarletfeatheredswan : Cissnei, ~20?, she/her. Trans girl spy. Rarely posts.

@sdulcamara: Sol, ??, she/her. Alien. Rarely posts, mostly space.

@seekerpentagasps: Cass, she/her, ~30. very rarely posts, mostly aesthetic, some text.

@seoltasidhe: Reeve/Cait, he/him, ~54. posts pretty rarely, mostly reblogs thirsty art of vincent valentine, sometimes architecture.

@sighza:* Isa/Saisa, they/them, 26 (ageslides down to ~17 at times). Personal, photography, sometimes poetry. (Goes by she/her among some friends and partners.)

@sleepygamegirl: Chiaki, 22, she/her or they/them. Currently unused.

@sleepystarprince: Noct, 19ish, he/him. Rarely posts, mostly fandom.

@stormbringerstrife: Cloud, he/him, 26. rarely posts right now, mostly fandom and aesthetic, some text.

@sunreisz: Sybil, she/her, 30. rarely posts, some aesthetic and some fanart.

@twilightspecter:* Roxas, he/him or they/them, ~mid 20s. Posts occasionally, mostly text and fandom, some aesthetic.

@uptemporary: pino, he/him, ??? ?????

@wayvefinder: Blue/Hahli, she/her, ?????. Takua and Jaller’s girlfriend. Posts rarely, mostly ocean aesthetic.

@whisperingraine: Raine Whispers, they/them, 40s??. Currently empty.

@wisemanners: Adam Weismann (answers to either), he/him, 26. Mostly space aesthetic or gayblogging about his boyfriend.

@witchywildgirl:* Morri/Raven, she/her, ~28. Very rarely posts, mostly aesthetic, some fandom (usually pictures of herself).

@womaninscarlet: Wanda, she/her, ~40s. Posts rarely, usually Jewish stuff.

@yoshihane : yoshiko/yohane tsushima, she/her, 15.

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