#mindscape shenanigans!!

[bigfemboyenergy]

ok ok this will be the LAST time i promise

my interests are always jumping around and i get bored easily which makes writing fics hard but i have an idea

instead of me trying to write about things im not super good at and pushing extra work on myself, how about…i write about silly things with bill cipher and others !!

just kidding i have no idea what im doing (writing characters that dont belong to me kills me because i have to interpret them in a way that is as in character as possible but it never works lmao)

anyway take some new bs (ft. bill and danny)

Bill finds himself in the Mindscape, hanging around, all by himself. He knows who he can and needs to use for his plans, even if it means hopping across universes just to reach them. See, dreams connect each and every universe..which allows him incredible connections and possibilities.

Wandering through the realm full of doors, he searches for one that intrigues him. He should really try and get a possession in order, he thinks. But, before he can continue that thought, like the startling that goes with the crack of a twig, Bill suddenly jumps, as he hears a door open. Funnily enough, it’s just a..kid. A human, it seems.

The guy looks quite harmless, with their teenage appearance, but something tells Bill that they aren’t nearly as weak as they may seem. Despite his caution, Bill approaches the kid, masking his intentions. The random teen still hasn’t noticed him, even though there’s so much empty space and little color.

”Hey, kid, could’a sworn nobody knew how to get to this godawful dimension!” Bill proclaims, startling the kid with ease as he appears before them. The teen blasts a hole through Bill’s bowtie area, cleanly. “Well, you must be a feisty one!”

[kozmou]

Every few weeks i think about making a pokemon irl blog and making my 4 partner pokemon the main characters

but.

[graces-mindscape]

Been trying to encourage myself to post more of my "weird/random" doodles, so here's a picture I made of my sona sitting on the wall around our house (also messed around with adding a few things from another new show I like)

[celestialvoyeur]

💛💙SPIRK FIC REC - MY FAVOURITES💙💛

As a follow up to my recent post about how few fics make it to my favourites list, and how special they are to achieve that distinction, I decided to share my current list.

I’ve shared some of these individually in the past but here you’ll have them all together. 

If you've read any of these already then I'd love to hear your thoughts on whether you loved them as much as I did! 🥰

(NB: these are not listed in any order of preference. Mostly it’s the reverse order in which I read them)

Leave No Soul Behind by whochick Words: 258,951

AOS, AU Canon-Divergence. Spock, Kirk and the other valiant members of the Emergency Personnel Ambulance Service fight to save lives and turn the tide of the ongoing war against Nero and his fleet before it’s too late. Such a beautiful slow burn for Spock and Kirk.

Atlas by distractedKat Words: 135,529

AOS. Follow on from 2009, Kirk, Spock and the rest deal with the aftermath of Nero’s attack and rebuilding after the decimation of the ‘Fleet and Academy. An exciting tale with twists and turns involving black ops, bad-mirals, action, love and fierce loyalty.

The Lotus Eaters by aldora89 Words: 93,594

AOS. Stranded on a planet together, with multiple dangers and very little hope of rescue, Jim and Spock have no choice but to rely on each other to survive. Spectacular plot, amazing world building, fabulous original character and an epic slow burn Spirk love story!

With Your Feet on the Air and Your Head on the Ground by flippyspoon Words: 39,188 @flippyspoon

SNW. A phenomenal Spirk fic in which Kirk is stuck in Spock's mind while the crew work to find a way to retrieve his body. A wonderful getting to know you/falling for you hard tale. Wonderfully written and highly entertaining.

Evolution by Rhaegal (RhaegalKS) Words: 149,293

AOS. Covering the first year of their 5 year mission, this is totally flawless. The character voices are perfection, the prose spectacular. The whole thing plays like an AOS movie. It’s phenomenal.

Emotions by LadyRa Words: 35,569

TOS. Spock gets drugged on a shore leave and is overwhelmed with its effects. Kirk tries to pick up the pieces. A beautiful, and wonderfully grounded, story of realising how much they mean to each other.

And When the Bond Breaks by LadyRa Words: 24,631

TOS. Spock takes out a shuttle to investigate an anomaly and returns to an Enterprise that’s not his own. Time travel shenanigans with such emotional depth that it will traumatise you in the best way. Stunningly good!

All Our Tomorrows Come Today by flippyspoon Words: 18,156 @flippyspoon

SNW. A newly introduced Jim and Spock accidentally get a glimpse into the future and see what they’re going to be to each other (a.k.a. Spirk’s Greatest Hits). A stunningly told story about finding the great love of your life. 

I Won't Make That Mistake Again by Moreta1848 Words: 69,402 @jennelikejennay

SNW/TOS. An epic story detailing Spock and Kirk’s love throughout their lives, beginning from their meeting on Pike’s Enterprise (SNW) and continuing on to an eventual  Generations fix-it happy ending. Wonderful!

No Going Back, No Before by spirkme Words: 78,486 @spirkme915

SNW/TOS. Timeline shenanigans, spies, twists & turns, pining, angst, sacrifice and so so much love!

The 1,000 Hour Sleep by spqr Words: 27,227

SNW. Jim’s been infected with a pathogen that means he can’t sleep, but it he doesn’t he’ll die. Cue Spock and his Vulcan telepathy helping Jim to achieve the sleep he needs, while they get to know each other within their shared mindscapes. A sweet and exciting story about falling in love and overcoming your own inner demons.

First Best Destiny by Ophelia_j Words: 387,733

TOS/TNG. Such a very special fic. Epic in its scope, it covers the entire timeline of Spirk from their very first meeting through to a  clever and satisfying Generations fix-it ending. It provides extra scenes, additional dialogue and internal monologues to expand on existing canon in a really compelling and effective way. Truly this is my new TOS canon.

The Steadfastness of Stars by itsnatalie Words: 61,566

AOS. After Beyond, The crew investigate sudden climate change on a frozen planet and find more than they bargained for. The perfect mix of great plot, fun original characters, action, mystery, world building and deep deep love.

Let Forever Be by gunstreet Words: 43,446 @gunstreet

TOS. A really compelling character study of James T. Kirk. An excellent companion piece to City on the Edge of Forever. Exploring what Jim and Spock got up to, and all they had to overcome, while trying to find Bones and their way back home.

Time After Time by spaceisgay (ChancellorGriffin) Words: 138,921

SNW. Kirk spends a 6 month rotation on the Enterprise as part of his command training. OK, if there’s a favourite of my favourites then this may be it. It’s such a stunning version of their love story, with a beautifully constructed plot. It runs the emotional gamut from moments that will have you laughing out loud to moments that will have you in floods of tears. 

milk and honey by spaceisgay (ChancellorGriffin) Words: 28,651

SNW. Kirk and Spock meet for the first time when they wake up in a prison cell together. A really fun, and extremely clever, version of the ‘aliens made them do it’ trope. It’s intriguing and funny with a real depth of feeling throughout.

The Promised Land by gunstreet Words: 58,260 @gunstreet

TOS. A story that explores the time Jim and Spock spent apart between the end of the 5 year mission and TMP. It’s a beautiful story of reunion and renewal of love. Sometimes achingly sad, but it’s worth it for the happy ending.

Again, if you've read any of these already then I'd love to hear your thoughts on whether you loved them as much as I did! 🥰

[intotheelliwoods]

Slowly realizing how long next update is.... im 42 panels in already and only just got over the halfway mark! Oh this is going to be a pain to color baha

Some mindscape shenanigans is all it is really...

[jenneyquinn]

"𝐢'𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐬" (𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧)

in which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice, right?

let's start with something easy:

if i had a nickel for every time i saw a twin gets stuck somewhere and their disappearance arc is a vital part of the show's central plot

if i had a nickel for every time i saw a rich blonde girl with bangs that turns from being an antagonist to a love interest

if i had a nickel for every time i saw an inter-dimension invasion

if i had a nickel for every time i saw children being left with an uncle with unresolved family issues

if i had a nickel for every time i saw a money-driven chaotic-good character who is also labelled as the “bad sibling” but ends up taking down the antagonist anyways

if i had a nickel for every time i saw a character’s redemption arc involve their dreams being haunted by an antagonist

if i had a nickel for every time i saw an antagonist wreaking havoc and nothing is supposed to make sense or have meaning

if i had a nickel for every time i saw a little girl who possesses a grappling hook and everyone just happens to be alright with it

if i had a nickel for every time i saw a character, in some way or another, sabotage someone else’s college/university plans out of the fear of being left behind

if i had a nickel for every time i witnessed identity theft being committed to cover-up the disappearance of the person whose identity rightfully belongs to—and said person is also stuck in another dimension/realm

if i had a nickel for every time i saw a golf cart being used for... silly lil goofy shenanigans

if i had a nickel for every time i saw the mindscape—and the destruction of one

do i even need to explain this

and finally: this

bonus: if i had a nickel for every blonde i saw dipper pines being attracted to

[indigodiskmybeloved]

MOCHI MOCHI

But it was a bit darker!

Here's my rewrite on the event!

(Some info: Main character doesn't exist, the main 3 visit Kitikami for sight seeing)

Rather than the whole town getting possessed, it is going to be Arven, Nemona, and Penny.

Traveling to a new place must have been hard for them in some way, right? Surely there's some feelings and desires still trapped in them!

Penny had gotten bullied by some of the people in Kitikami, and didn't know how to stop them on her own, without Team Star. But her desire to beat the bullies led to her meeting Dokutaro.

Nemona couldn't find anyone that could rival her in her strength, and desired to find the perfect rival so she wouldn't have to hold back. With her meeting Dokutaro, she's able to be be even stronger, and since Kieran and Carmine have to defeat her, in a way, she found her match.

Arven's main feeling was jealously. Nemona and Penny still had their parents alive, while Arven lost his father, Turo. Kieran and Carmine had their grandparents to take care of them, while Arven was alone. So, he goes to Dokutaro for help, and while the others have some form of consciousness, Arven's mind is completely taken over by Dokutaro. In his mindscape, he has his father there for him, and he doesn't want to leave >:)))))

So yeah, this is my AU and my first kinda real post on the whole toxic chain shenanigans.

Let me know what you think, and send some asks if you wanna know more about the AU!!

[seiya234]

the haunting of ian beale, 2/?

uh this one got long lol. part one here.

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Ian looked around him.

He looked at who was next to him, and what he was wearing and sighed deeply.

"Well, it's not the Symbolism Room at least."

Henry nodded. "It's the Symbolism Beach, which will obviously be better."

"Was that a joke?"

"Rest assured, I do not engage in any type of jokes, frivolity, japes or shenanigans."

"Well as long as that's settled."

The beach was... endless, sand in all directions on either side of him, water in front of him. Ian didn't look behind him; something inside told him that he wouldn't like it. Normally that would have had him immediately looking from sheer spite but his gut was telling him

he would see Nothing

truly, Nothing.

could he handle seeing Nothing? no, okay, let's move on then because

this chair was very comfortable.

Henry and Ian were in Adirondack chairs, and Ian knew it wasn't his mind supplying he beach because he had never heard that term in his life. Thankfully, something knew him well enough to pair his swim trunks with a shirt and sun hat.... though considering his trunks were covered in yellow triangles, and his shirt had a Radical Dude Doing Sik Sk8 Trix on it, he was still clearly being fucked with.

Henry, Ian was bemused to see, was still in his weird pre-Transcendence 'preacher' outfit, though tonight at least he had short sleeves on.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Ian looked out at crashing waves, water so dark as appear to black, a blue cloudless sky. It felt... calming. Meditative. The waves were just enough to provide sound, but not so violent as to actually disturb the sense of calm tranquility.

His brain, Ian realized, was quiet.

Quiet in that every time he felt the panic rise, it felt like a big fist came to kindly push on his chest until he settled down.

He should probably be worried about that but

oh. hey. A fruity tropical drink in his hand. Convenient, that.

"What brings you here this time?" Ian asked. "I"m not sure how many after school specials I can handle."

Henry frowned a bit. "I'm not entirely sure myself. Quite frankly I'm amazed I'm here spea-"

Henry disappeared. Ian took the opportunity to will his drink from a virgin pina colada to a margarita.

He looked out at the ocean.

He didn't look behind him.

"My apologies." Henry was still the same, though his glass had now turned into a mug that read 'World's Best Grandpa.'

"Not exactly fun being constantly in the midst of an existential crisis, I get it."

Henry looked around him. "This... this is my daughter's beach."

The mindscape of someone dead a thousand years. But

"You seem... relatively calm, about that," Ian finally ventured.

"You mean, as compared to Alcor?" Ian must have pulled a face, because Henry let out a bittersweet little laugh.

"No. I am sad my daughter is gone. But I am happy knowing since then she has had a hundred different life times to experience joy-"

"-and pain-"

"-and that too but one is not outweighed by the other. It just is. We see each other in-"

Henry kept talking but for a minute all that came out was radio static. Ian had a feeling that even if Bill or Alcor were here, they too would only hear that static as well.

"-also, with all due respect for my brother, it has been a millennium. Everyone and everything involved has moved on."

"But not him," said Ian with full disrespect.

"No." Henry took a drink and adjusted his visor. "in a way, I pity him, deeply. I think he will forever be locked in the trauma of losing everyone and everything he knows. There is a part of him that cannot change, cannot move on, and he knows it."

"Okay, but that's bullshit though?" and oh, was he mad? Okay, he was not only mad, but pretty mad, even with the chest pushing blanket on him.

"I'm sorry, but a thousand years, and nothing has changed? Seriously? Also have we forgotten that vampires also can live a very long time, or dragons, and I don't see them doing... doing-"

Ian waved a hand to indicate everything Alcor had done, ever.

"Vampires don't have infinitely expanding and growing power at their beck and call."

"And that makes a difference how?" Man the combination dreamarita, dream beta blocker, and the constant rage that bubbled under his skin was actually a really good combo, the words were flowing but the heart rate was not accelerating, 12/10 feeling.

"My life, Mira's life... they're different because Alcor is in them- and not always for the better."

"Bill might have happened anyway."

"Point. But would I be missing an eye, would-"

Ian stopped, because he didn't want to tell Henry about the pain, the sadness, the absolutely tremendous amount of stress on all of them, because the preteen with the power of a god decided to come into their lives and play with them like dolls.

He didn't deserve that truth, yet.

Everything was silent for a minute, save for the breaking of the waves and the cry of the gulls.

Finally, Henry managed to say, "I think, I am a little upset to hear you say that. But if I put my emotions aside for a second, I do not think you are entirely wrong, either."

Ian was still. He had seen Henry crush the plastic armrests under his hands, caught the hot iron tang of blood in his nose and a flash of meat in the antlers.

"Has he told you, about my children? His nieces and nephew?"

"No. He hasn't? I'm... sorry?"

For a minute, Henry disappeared. But this time it felt like it was because he chose to do so himself.

Henry blipped back in, now also holding a dreamarita. "My apologies. I did not realize how that would affect me. And I did not hold space for your extremely valid criticisms."

Looking at him, Ian felt a wash of pity come on him. What was it like- no, what had to have happened that even a thousand years later you felt the need to exert that level of control over oneself?

"Anyway," Henry went on. "We had triplets- Acacia, Hank, Willow. They were our everything. Alcor was their fourth parent." The math must clearly have not been mathing on Ian's face because Henry added "We also had my father-in-law with us. No but... I don't regret having Alcor with us, having Alcor raise the kids. He loved them, more than anyone or anything else-"

"-except Mizar."

Henry looked like he bit a lemon.

"Yes. Well. My point is, I don't regret it but thinking about it... we were all affected in some way, letting a demon into our homes, into our bed. And... it wasn't always all good." Henry paused. "But it wasn't all bad, either."

Ian thought about it, really, truly thought about it for a minute.

"It's not all bad," he finally agreed. "But he seriously needs to fix his shit."

"I'll have a talk with him-" Henry's hands and feet blipped, appeared quickly hanging from his antlers, then appeared back where they should be. "Or I'll try to anyway."

They drank their drinks. At some point, a goat wandered onto the beach.

Ian still didn't feel tempted to look back behind him. It felt like being fourteen. It wasn't a good feeling and oh, the calm down hand was pushing him down again-neat!

"I am a little embarrassed that I am just now having this realization," Henry said as he began his second dreamarita. "It feels like something I should have recognized a long time ago."

Ian was now three dreamaritas in and beginning to see 5-D colors. "I wouldn't sweat it, it's probably because your consciousness was violently ripped apart and the resulting energy used to power a demon and now the million fragments of your soul are slowly beginning to piece themselves together and wait, how do I know this?"

"You know the answer."

"Ugh. Him."

"But you are probably correct."

"Orrrrrr, and just throwing this out there- none of this could be real and it's simply my brain trying to process the absolute shitshow of the last few years."

"Perhaps. I know that I, personally, do not feel very 'real' right now, which is also very disconcerting."

They sat. They drank their drinks. The goat was eating a seagull, an image that Ian was almost going to immediately throw on a storyboard for the next episode when he woke up.

"Why are you here? Doing this?" Ian finally asked.

"I don't have anything else better to do. Dipper won't listen to me."

Ian was not going to touch that with a ten foot pole but he went on. "That's not your vibe, that's what assholes like me say."

"I am trying to be witty, but that has never been my strong suit."

Which was why Ian wasn't going to point out that that had been nowhere near wit but-

"-I thought you could use someone to talk to, about all of this."

"Okay, but we already had this conversation and I am pretty sure you are not a licensed therapist."

"Very much not; I was a librarian."

"That tracks."

"So no, I am not a therapist. I certainly can't 'fix' you, nor do I have any intent on doing so."

That flare of anger again. "Okay, but my life would be considerably easier if my brain wasn't constantly trying to crash into the ocean and explode, so I'd rather like some fixing, thank you very much."

Henry held his hands up in supplication. "My apologies, I was trying to go for more 'we are defined by our life experiences.'" He looked down. I'm not always the best with.. talking to people. Understanding them. That was all-"

"Mira." Unbidden, her name out of his mouth.

"Her."

On Henry's arms, Ian could see dozens of little round scars, up and down. His hands clasped his mug, and Ian could see that two or three of his fingers were crooked.

Ian had a feeling why Henry had a hard time with people. It wasn't a good feeling.

"But look. One good talk won't fix everything forever. I think you could use someone to talk to about this a little more regularly. I don't know all of what you've been through, our experiences aren't a one to one comparison but, I get it. Really. And I know in retrospect, I should have talked to someone myself."

"Wait. I'm sorry, you didn't have a therapist? Or anything?"

It was disconcerting to see a middle aged man who could instantly obtain and wear the mantle of Death blush beet red.

Ian could see where this was going. "Henry did you ever talk to your wife about any of this?"

"A... a tiny bit, I think. I hope. But, I think I didn't want to burden her... which in and of itself created a burden on her. I trusted her, more than anything else in the world, but I... I couldn't talk to her."

Henry looked down at the drink in his hands. "It was always so much easier to talk here, than it was in the real world."

Control.

Ian thought about the control it took to keep the anger at bay, keep the temper cool, keep everything inside, at all times.

Control, that was more akin to a prison.

Aloud though, all Ian said was "Oof," because honestly he wasn't sure how to handle this level of honesty from a guy he was only talking to for the second time ever, also who was super dead.

"My apologies, I know that was a lot of- as my kids used to say- 'oversharing.' But I just dont want you to make the same mistakes I did."

A chill trickled down Ian's spine. "Um, I'm actually emotionally available and talk to my fiance like a real person, thank you very much. To say nothing of the multiple therapists I am currently seeing."

Henry ignored Ian's barbs and went on. "I know you talk to Mira-"

"How-"

"I can see inside you," Henry said, nonchalantly.

Not even magic airborne anxiety medicine would keep Ian's heart from immediately jackhammering in his chest, stop his temper from instantly snapping like a twig."

Ian's voice was low. "I am sick and TIRED of people, especially people I don't know, RUMMAGING inside of my head."

Henry was flushing but this time there were stormclouds in his face, which tough shit.

"It all comes down to BILL, always and forever, and apparently that's a legitimate reason to invade my privacy? In the most violating way possible?"

"That was certainly not my intention, could I please explain?"

Ian was standing up now, albeit wobbly because those dreamaritas were hitting hard, and looked out to the ocean beyond. He resisted the urge to dump a devastating one liner and began to wade out into the ocean. He'd just swim until he woke up, and then put "learn how to lucid dream" on his calendar so he could peace out right away next time this happened.

"Wait, Ian you should not go out in that water-"

Ian flipped him the bird and kept going.

"No, seriously, I think that's a rip tide-"

Suddenly, it felt like two hands grabbed Ian's ankles and pulled and now he was flying through the water, further and further from shore. He tried swimming sideways, but the not-hands on his ankles held on tighter and pulled him under."

It was a dream so obviously, Ian didn't need to breathe.

But

Everything around him was wine dark and suffocating. Underneath his feet was tens of thousand of feet of water and more than that was a deep crushing M A W, a great big stingray's mouth that sought out pray and sucked it in to crush it between it's two great grinding plates and he was drawing closer and closer and

Something else wrapped around his waist. Something... wood? It wrapped and it Pulled

And the maw and the wine dark sea and the bird eating goat and the beach were gone, all gone, and it was just him, and Henry, in a blank white space.

"I'm sorry, I tried to take you to my space but-"

For a second, everything flickered around Ian and he was in a forest but flicker again and it was the blank white room.

"-but I think that part of me is gone, right now."

"So. Thank you for saving me, but counterpoint, what the fuck was that murder beach?"

"I did not realize that her beach had.. not quite gotten a mind of its own. Say was akin to a machine left on way too long, running the same processes until it burns out-"

"And those processes are?"

"Eradicate intruders by destroying them, and dispersing their energy."

"And," Ian said after a long minute, "that was your daughter's mind."

"She was going through some things." Henry paused. "In retrospect, quite a lot of things."

Ian sat down, and Henry next to him.

"I don't- it's not on purpose, I promise."

Ian sighed. "I had a feeling. Honestly, you don't give off that kind of vibe. It's just-"

"You've been violated. Several times." There was an edge to Henry's voice and for a second the air around him smelt of blood and pine and wait, was he getting mad on Ian's behalf? Oh, that was... unexpected. But cool, thanks!

Henry closed his eyes, took a breath, and the air cleared. "I want to let you know I am not reading your mind-"

"Oh my stars, is that one theory that souls just watch the living like TV true? Because I got to tell you, I am deeply not sure how I feel about that existentially."

"No. I mean, kind of but-" radio static, again.

"I didn't catch any of that but I'm guessing no one is watching grandma go to the bathroom from the afterlife."

Henry shuddered. "Absolutely not. I can just..." He paused, clearly trying to think of a way to phrase it so that mortals could understand. Finally, he just reached out and gently tapped Ian's chest.

"I see that."

"Are you telling me you can see my heart? Because that is unimaginably corny."

"I can see that you are a good man, who loves and is loved in return."

For once, Ian had nothing to say.

The room began to dim, and Henry looked around. "I think you're starting to wake up."

"Oh, uh... okay."

There was an awkward pause, but finally, Ian extended an olive branch. "It feels like you still have more to say."

"I do."

"Then, I guess I'll see you around."

----

A pillow smacked into his face.

"Dude, why are you groaning so much?"

"Love you too, starshine."

"Seriously though, you practically woke yourself up. Weird dreams?"

Ian's brow crinkled. He couldn't remember anything but-

"Did I drink last night?"

"Um, unless you managed to do it in the 2 minutes we were apart before bed, no?"

"Huh. It's weird but I feel... hungover?"

[remedyturtles]

dw x 2al ficlet

for @intotheelliwoods here ya go...

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“Did you make a tree?”

Sprout turned towards the sound of Poptart’s voice, finding the little guy staring upwards. He followed his sightline and found, instead of his cozy expected mindscape, a bigass tree in the middle of everything. The branches extended out with reaching arms, cross-cutting a map of sparkling stars and a rough root system underneath his feet. 

“I did not make a tree.” Sprout replied, approaching fearlessly to press his flesh fingers against the thick trunk. “This is new.” 

A little push did not make it vanish. It stayed firm, solidly rooted into the ephemeral soil. He had a moment of mystified confusion, turning back to look at Poptart. 

“Huh.” Sprout said, unsure. 

“Don’t say it like that.” Poptart complained, striding over to give the trunk a poke as well. “You’re gonna make me think something’s wrong. You told me this place was cool.”

“It is cool. I just think that’s not where we are right now.” Sprout said, uncertain. 

“Hands off the merchandise, dude, that tickles.”

Sprout removed his hand in surprise, turning towards the familiar voice – familiar as his own, which was not a new experience, but still. Another Leo?

About the same age as Poptart, missing arm and all, hand on his hip and giving the two a very unimpressed look. 

“Woah!” Poptart said. “You didn’t tell me there was another one of us!”

“I have had enough multi-verse shenanigans.” Leo sighed. “I had a ghostly one of us here earlier. What are you? Me and Sensei in a funhouse mirror or something?”

“Multi-verse.” Sprout said, enlightened. “That makes more sense. Why does your mindscape have a tree in it?”

“That’s Sensei.” Leo pointed at the tree. “He’s trying a new foundation, really brings out his eyes.”

“Smartass.” Another joined their little group, stepping behind Leo and putting a huge hand on his shoulder, to which the smaller Leo threw an easy grin up at him.

Sprout’s heart skipped a beat, breath stolen directly from his throat. The new Leo was… he was… 

Unmistakably from the future, that same ‘big’-ness, missing arm and tired eyes. But when he looked at Sprout and Poptart, he smiled, and … 

Fuck, it hurt. Sprout took a step back, off balance, staring with wide eyes. 

“Woah.” Poptart caught his arm, looking up with a flicker of worry. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” Sprout rasped, immediate, not wanting the littler turtle to worry, shaking his head and trying to shake off the fog of grief that soaked his mind and fumbled all his faculties. “I’m fine, it’s fine.”

Poptart glanced back over at the two mirror’ed Leo’s, visibly thinking, and asked hesitantly, “Are you Big Leo?”

The undeniably bigger turtle snorted. “Is that a nice way of calling me old? Leo usually goes with oyaji for that. Otherwise I go by Sensei.”

“That’s because you are old.” Leo chimed in, obnoxious. “Is your guy okay? He looks pale as hell.”

“I’m fine.” Sprout repeated louder, for the room to hear, catching exactly how unconvincing it sounded. “I just… Sorry. You reminded me of someone.”

“I am a one of a kind.” Sensei laughed, squeezing Leo’s shoulder and stepping around him to approach the two by the tree.

“There’s four of you here, actually.” Poptart said, helpfully. 

“Aren’t you just a joy.” Sensei stopped directly in front of Poptart, dropping to a crouch to see him better and offering a smile with crinkled eyes. “I can tell you’re taking very good care of your Leo. Good job, kid.”

“Thank you!” Poptart said, beaming. 

Sprout, meanwhile, had a rock jammed in his throat and it was prickling his eyes. He wasn’t sure what was more overwhelming – seeing someone that looked like Big Leo again, or imagining that it would be the words he’d say if he was there. He’d never know. But in this moment, he could pretend. 

Then Sensei glanced up at Sprout from his crouch. “How’d you get here? You’re not my age, yet you’ve managed to get your own little Leo.”

“It’s complicated.” Sprout said, glad his voice didn’t sound as wrecked as his mind was. That fabricated control. He tried to tuck his shaking hand behind his back but Poptart caught it, holding tight.

“I bet it is.” Sensei’s tone was nothing but fond and it could seriously stop hurting so much any damn second now. The rock tore up his throat and left no capability of reply.

“Come on, leave him alone.” Leo came up from behind and dragged on Sensei’s bigger arm. “How many times have I told you to stop poking people in sore spots? Look at the poor dude.”

“Sorry.” Sensei’s smile went wry, and allowed his little Leo to pull him back a few paces. “Welcome to our humble abode. This tree is a representation of my being rooted in Leo’s mind or something, you know how it is when Barry talks, it’s all blah blah blah whatever.”

“Rooted?” Poptart poked the intertwined roots with his foot and the two Leo’s in front of them shivered in perfect unison. 

“Careful.” Sprout squeezed Poptart’s hand, clearing his throat and struggling through this situation as best he could. “It tickles, they said.”

“That’s fun.” Poptart laughed, but at least didn’t kick the roots again. “But what do you mean, rooted?” 

“He’s actually dead.” Leo jerked a casual thumb at Sensei. “And his ghost is possessing me. We share a body.”

There was a small, incredulous beat. Sprout felt a wave of hysterical dizziness, and figured. Okay, why not. And maybe a little bit of longing. He was not going to dwell on that, thank you very much. 

“Cool.” Poptart said, a little more awkward. “We don’t have that. We have our own bodies.” 

“Lucky. I hope you bother him as much as you can, then. It never works for me because it just comes back to bite me in the end.” Leo gave a weird laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“Oh yeah.” Poptart grinned at him, that faltered a little. “Does that mean you guys can’t hug?”

Sprout glanced at his little Leo, surprised that was the first thing on his mind. Or maybe not that surprised. 

“We can in here.” Leo tucked himself into Sensei’s side thudding his head against the bigger plastron. Sensei automatically squeezed him close. 

“Why don’t you do something other than a tree for your mindscape, then?” Sprout suggested. As pretty as the landscape was, there were so many infinite possibilities. 

“Because my mind is stupid and – ow. Sorry. Labelling. Because we can’t control it?” Leo said, interrupted for a moment in the middle from Sensei smacking his arm gently. 

“That sucks. That’s the best part of the mindscape.” Sprout told him. “Me and – um. We can control ours to show memories and play games, like make a giant Jenga, or whatever.” 

“Dude.” Leo said, full of jealousy. At least that emotion was shared, Sprout watching him hug his bigger Leo close. Once a little Leo, always a little Leo. Sprout wouldn’t trade Poptart for the world, he made him feel strong, but … he missed being small. Feeling small next to his broad protection. Feeling safe.

“We do share memories.” Sensei said, dry. “But more often than not it’s not on purpose. Your mindscape does sound cool, hopefully one day we can be the ones travelling and maybe I can kick your ass at Jenga.”

“Bring it on, old man.” Sprout said, and his voice cracked damningly. 

Something cleared on Sensei’s face. He squished his Leo and said, “Hey, why don’t you go show the new kid around?”

Leo glanced up, a moment of thought, then caved from whatever he saw on Sensei’s face. “Whatever, you two can chat about old people stuff. Come on, obviously-superior-Leo. If we go far enough out you can really see the stars.”

“I’m not that old.” Sprout said, weakly. 

Poptart laughed. He didn’t step away immediately, glancing nervously up at Sprout. It took a moment for Sprout to realize he was doing the same thing the other two had done – silently asking if it was what he wanted. 

“Go play.” Sprout dunked his head affectionately. “I’m fine.”

Poptart batted his hands away with another laugh. “Okay, okay!”

The two little Leo’s left. Sprout couldn’t meet Sensei’s eyes. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Sensei offered, once the sparkling laughter disappeared into the fading pollen-hung air.

“Hell no.” Sprout scoffed, turned away, rubbing the back of his neck. Inexplicably nervous. It was Big Leo. They didn’t have the same history. It wasn’t the same.

The emotion crowding in his throat said it might be nice anyway. 

“Do you want a hug?” Sensei said, because he could read his mind or something. Jerk. 

Sprout didn’t know how to answer. He was polarized in either direction. It wouldn’t be the same. What if it felt like a mockery to his memory? What if – 

“I can hear you thinking from here, kid. Relax.” Sensei said. “Just an offer, if you wanted. No strings.” 

“Not a kid.” Sprout said, rough.

“Not old, not a kid.” Sensei mused. “What an anomaly you are.”

“That’s me.” Sprout couldn’t do this. He still couldn’t even look at him, trying to spot the specks of the little Leo’s across the horizon. He was pretty sure they were hugging, actually. Poptart had been raised on hugs practically, it was as easy as breathing. 

Sprout had raised him on it, so why was it hard for him in this moment? He took a deep breath, refusing to outdone by his kid, and said, “Yeah, okay, come here.”

Sensei approached, and stopped before actually touching him. Sprout was forced to look up and meet his eye, the spots of tears stinging at the precipice of falling. 

“Everything I’ve said just seems to make you more upset.” Sensei said, wondering. 

“Not your fault.” Sprout told him, and it just. Hurt. 

“I don’t know what happened to you, but I know a hurting Leo when I see one.” Sensei opened his arm and slowly and with such intent care tucked Sprout against him. It trembled something weak in his knees, a wash of sudden emotion overwhelming and strong. “And you are doing so, so, so good. Just keep going and you’ll get there. Okay?”

Sprout was too busy choking on tears to reply. He nodded damply against the bigger Leo hugging him. He felt small. He felt safe.

[graces-mindscape]

Lately, with lots of travel and some art block, I've kinda just been drawing whatever I want soooooo

Here's a drawing I made of a newer character I made named Mike

Enjoy!

[destinyhasdialedback]

More Logicality headcanons:

-After Logan and Patton get together, Roman and Virgil are really happy for them, and Roman likes to playfully tease them a bit (“stop canoodling and get over here! There are dreams to be followed!”) but it’s all in good fun because he’s just happy for his friends

-Janus was well aware of Logan and Patton having feelings for each other (hence why he played to Logan’s ego when he was disguised as Patton in Can Lying Be Good, and why he tried to insinuate that Patton didn’t want Logan around in SvS) because he’s good at knowing when people are hiding things, but he’s surprised by the fact that Logan 1. Was aware of his own feelings and 2. Actually admitted them and started dating Patton at the risk of being taken less seriously by everyone else

-So, whenever the dark sides are feeling antagonistic, they’ll try to use Logan’s relationship with Patton as a way to make fun of him and undermine his credibility (“oh here comes Patton’s boytoy acting like he knows what’s best🙄”)

•But Logan never lets it get to him because he loves Patton and he also doesn’t tend to be affected by dark side shenanigans

-Speaking of dark side shenanigans, one of the positive effects that Patton has on Logan is that he’s able to calm him down when he’s frustrated,,, Logan can be mad about something and all Patton has to do is put his hand on Logan’s back and remind him of the positive aspects of a situation and Logan’s just like “…I guess you’re right” and then they hug and all is well (it drives Janus and Remus crazy)

-They’re an absolute power couple in the mindscape because when you’ve got logic and feelings on the same figurative page, you’re unstoppable (And they’re really good at calming Virgil down as a duo :,) )

[girlypophyperfixations]

Wanna hear about my Hermitcraft+Watcher Grian+Ariana Griande+The Bad Boys+YHS(sometimes) au brain rot? No? Oh 😔

ANYWAY

Soooooo, the way Minecraft and servers exist in my mindscape is fucking wild and I could make a whole different post about it so just go along with this.

Same with my Grian lore but basically, the Watchers made him, abandoned him for most of his life(YHS), then reclaimed him into their ranks(EVO), and assigned him to watch over a server(Hermitcraft)

Mumbo and Grian have known eachother since they were teenagers, and Mumbo is actually aware that Grian is this weird extraterrestrial divine being thing. Lizzie also knows. That's important.

So my watcher Grian can shift forms right? Like the one he usually takes for Hermitcraft is his usual with parrot wings but he can add parts of his watcher form at will like big, black, glittery wings.

How he uses this ability you may ask? To become a famous singer of course!

Ariana Griande was supposed to just be for promotion yeah, but then people actually started streaming her music, outside of Hermitcraft, and Grian can't just abandon his fans!

So now his person is famous, that's a bit of a stressor.

But then, Joel and Jimmy decide hey.. they should make a band... and you know who they should invite?

Grian.

Who agrees.

Because SURE.

Problem : that band, The Bad Boys, also gets famous.

And people really want Ariana Griande to colab with them.

Shenanigans ensue with Lizzie adding fuel to the fire from the side lines while Mumbo rapidly tries to put it out

[brandstifter-sys]

The Great Bitchin Bake-Off

Chapter 1: It's a Piece of Cake (Ao3)

Word Count: 3311

Rating: T

Characters: Roman, Remus

Warnings: Brotherly shenanigans, innuendo, blood, Remus has OCD

Roman and Remus have no internet, no cookbooks, and they have to make breakfast for everyone in the mindscape. Rather than work together, the creativitwins just have to make it a competition, if only so there's something edible in the end

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This was the worst possible thing that could happen! Thomas was camping and away from the internet, and Roman and Remus were tasked with making cinnamon rolls for breakfast, as well as eggs and sausage, but those things were easy to prepare. 

“Where is it?!” Roman groaned as he scoured the cabinets. Patton had to have a cookbook somewhere around there! Remus was sitting on the stovetop, watching his brother tear the kitchen apart. 

“You know where it isn't!” he chirped, being as unhelpful as possible. 

Roman's shoulders tensed and he said, “Then go check his room, or Janus' room! We don't have all night!” 

“It's already 3 in the morning, we clearly did have all night!” Remus jeered and jumped off the stove. 

“Will you just—” 

“Check their rooms for a third time? Ask Harlot's Web if he has it again? Scour the entire Imagination?” Remus asked dramatically, gesticulating like the prince, before he smacked his hands on the stove and laughed, “Of course not!” 

“Then what do you propose we do?” Roman hissed and spun on his heels to face the grinning duke. He absolutely loathed that sharp, twisted smile and the chaos it invited. 

“Wing it! What good is being Creativity if we can't get creative!” 

Roman sputtered and gawked at him as he skipped to the cabinets. Remus was all too happy gathering an assortment of dry ingredients that would coat his arguably plain clothes in white. There was no way this walking disaster could simply “wing it” with anything food related—the man ate cockroaches! 

“Working with you with a recipe is already more struggle than it's worth—I refuse to let you poison the others because you just had to be Eris incarnate!” 

Remus pouted at him and let his head drop over his shoulder. The unamused glare would have been disorienting for anyone other than Roman, but he was used to it. 

“At least I would poison them on purpose,” he scoffed, “You would manage it whether you want to or not, if you manage to make something worth eating.” 

Those were fighting words. Roman could see the impish smile fighting to unfurl below that infuriating mustache. There was no way he could let Remus get away with affronting his pride in such a crude manner! 

“In that case, leave and I will prove that I am capable!” the prince huffed and crossed his arms. A mistake on his part. 

“Prove this!” 

Slap

Roman yelped as a small square packet hit him in the face. That bastard was trying his limited patience. And what was worse, he was all too familiar with the size and shape of the packet. Knowing Remus…

"Was that a condom!?" Roman shrieked and whacked the packet away from his face. Remus howled with laughter. Of course he would be so crass! 

"That's dry yeast!! Way to prove you can't get laid Mr. Romance!" Remus wheezed, and set his ingredients on the counter. 

Roman fumed and stole forward, forcefully usurping the dry ingredients. He brought them to a different counter, the one with the stand mixer and seethed. 

“H—Hey! Wait a sec! You really want to poison your friends?” Remus gasped. 

“If I did, I’d leave the baking to you. And that is what I refuse to do.” 

“Now, I can take a hit, but you can't bake for shit. So gimme that flour back—Thank you!” Remus jeered and snatched the bag of flour while Roman was distracted by the limerick. He was such a prissy poet, he would have to analyze every syllable before moving on. 

Remus set the flour on the counter and pulled a large bowl and a measuring cup from the cabinets. He was able to pour a different packet of yeast into the bowl before Roman finished analyzing the poem. 

It was only when he skipped to the sink and turned on the water that Roman snapped out of it. 

“How dare you distract me with poetry!” he snapped and balled his fists at his sides. 

“Easily!” the duke jeered and stuck his hand under the tap. It had to be warm if he wanted things to work. And he would wash his hands, mainly because it would show Roman he was serious and set on baking. He was not about to leave everyone without a decent breakfast! 

Roman was sputtering more nonsense. Remus knew he was not going to convince the prissy princey to let him handle this, and if Roman didn't want to work with him, there was another way. 

“If you're so desperate to prove me right, the oven is big enough for two batches,” Remus taunted and conjured a bar of soap—one he wasn't allergic to. 

Roman seethed. He would prove that pest wrong! He would create the most perfect cinnamon rolls ever! And he would have Remus' disgusting batch to amplify his greatness. 

By the time he snapped out of his personal moment, Roman realized that Remus was no longer paying him any mind. The microwave was running and the idiot was bent over at the waist, staring at his bowl that he covered with a towel. 

“Wakey wakey my little babies!” Remus cooed, “It's time for you to get bakey-ed!” 

“What on earth—?” 

“I have to activate my yeast—I threw the instant at you, so you don't have to worry your pissy little head off! You know getting anxious brings out the spider!” Remus jeered and wiggled his butt for emphasis. 

Roman could pretend he was not grateful. He knew the sheer horror of waking Virgil suddenly, and he was not about to be the cause of such a threat. 

“If that's how you feel, you won't mind ceding the stand mixer,” he said and picked up his yeast packet from the floor. 

“Yeah, you need a fighting chance!” Remus laughed as the microwave dinged. He bounced on his heels, dancing to a song in his head, set off by the beeping. Roman did not want to know what that song was. 

Roman willed his hands clean and emptied his yeast into the bowl on the stand mixer. Since he really had no idea what he was doing, he took the measuring cup by the sink and filled it partially with warm water. 

“It’s a piece of cake to bake a pretty cake,” Remus sang to himself, catching Roman off guard, “If the way is hazy!” 

Roman rolled his eyes and added the water to his bowl. Surely he could start adding his other wet ingredients while Remus reminisced over a children's show. Was there milk in cinnamon roll dough? There was about to be! And of course eggs. The last time he tried baking without them was a disaster! 

He rushed to the fridge and pulled out the milk and eggs, careful not to drop them. A prince was not born to clean. And he was such a fortunate prince, setting down both ingredients before anything could startle him. 

“Then you'll have a—Break it down bitch! Lemme see you back it up!” Remus switched from singing to quiet shouting. 

Roman watched, completely flabbergasted as his idiot brother twerked and lowered himself toward the floor, still shouting: 

“Drop that ass down low and pick that motherfucker up!” 

“What the hell are you doing?” Roman scoffed. 

“Obviously I'm waiting for my yeasty babies to wake up!” Remus laughed and straightened his legs, “And singing a classic song to time it!” 

“A classic?” 

“Don't tell me you never heard ‘Cooking by the Book (A Lil Bigger Mix)’ before!” Remus laughed, only to realize that Roman had certainly not. This uncultured swine! 

“I don’t need to be familiar with a meme like that,” Roman scoffed and stole the sugar from Remus' counter. 

“Boo you whore!” Remus jeered, “Or should I say ‘priss’ instead? A whore would know the difference between a yeast packet and a condom!” 

Roman’s face decided to match his sash as he set the sugar down and turned on the mixer. He kept grumbling to himself as he added two eggs, some milk, and some sugar, accidentally spilling some milk on the floor—a humble mistake that wouldn't ruin his creation. Remus decided not to comment on his lack of measurements. Roman wanted to do this without his help, so Remus wouldn’t offer. And he wouldn’t sabotage his brother either, not that he needed to. 

What Remus would do was make some tasty cinnamon rolls! He peeked under the towel and saw a lovely little foam on the top of the mixture, which meant he could get to work! 

Without much thought, he stole the sugar and pulled out a measuring cup. He was not about to let his OCD act up if he could help it. He always liked to bake when his thoughts were too loud, since it was soothing and ritualistic. Roman had no idea how much experience Remus had, but he was about to get a glimpse. 

Once he was satisfied with the amount of sugar in his cup, Remus pulled out a rubber spatula. He was careful, slowly pouring in the sweet crystals and mixing them in the yeast goo. Roman caught sight of him and a pang of dread filled him. 

Roman was supposed to be the good Creativity. Something as sweet and adored as cinnamon rolls should have fallen under his domain! How dare Remus look like he knew what he was doing! 

Sabotage was so petty and underhanded, something Janus would do, so naturally Roman was repulsed by the idea. And sorely tempted. But he was better than that! He would just move things around, where they belong. If Remus forgot about them with that scatterbrain of his, it was his own fault. 

The duke was busy getting his stuff from the microwave when Roman gathered the eggs and milk. He paused when he saw the contents of the Pyrex measuring cup in Remus' hand. 

“Is that milk?” 

“Yup!” Remus laughed as he began adding it to his bowl, stirring it in with grace. 

“Cow's milk?” Roman pressed suspiciously 

“Yeah.”

“Why is it yellow, and with that clearish layer on top?” 

“Butter,” Remus shrugged, too focused on his task. Roman’s face blanched. How could he forget about butter!? 

With the milk and eggs in hand he moved to get to the fridge to get butter. 

At least that was his plan. 

Eek!

His foot slipped out from under him, thanks to his spill, and he fell on his back. All of the eggs escaped the carton and splattered on and around him, coating him in goop and shells. The milk, fortunately, was closed and did not spill. 

Remus glanced over his shoulder and sighed, “Did you do that on purpose?” 

“What? Why would I fall and willingly ruin my jacket with raw eggs? I'm not some saboteur with a pain kink, like you!” Roman snapped and got up. He could at least put away the milk and get some butter with some dignity. 

“I haven't done anything to ruin your rolls, Pissbaby,” Remus scoffed, “You did it all yourself. And now I don't have chicken eggs! They're the most essential part of any baked good! And oviposition! And cockatrice eggs are terrible for baking!” 

“Figure your own shit out,” Roman huffed and put the milk away. He went to the sink and tried to wash off his face and as much of his hair as he could. 

Remus tapped his chin with his knuckle. He needed the binding power of eggs, but without eggs. He made dog biscuits for his puppies, Winnie, Sarah, and Mary, and all his other critters, without eggs. He always used blood for his babies, maybe he could get away with it this time. There was only one way to find out! 

Remus summoned an ornate glass jug filled with a deep red liquid. He held it up and swirled it, eyeing it closely. Yeah, he could work with this. 

Roman could not. He dried his face with a paper towel and gawked at the jug. There was no way he was seeing what he thought he saw. Remus was deranged and feral, but he wouldn't actually put something so vile in his cinnamon rolls when he was trying to prove he could make something edible, if not better than Roman’s. 

“What is that?” 

“Huh?” Remus paused and looked at Roman curiously, “This is pig blood—It’s already been boiled to hell and back, so it's safe to eat—I wouldn't feed my sweet little babies anything dangerous, so it won't be dangerous for anyone else!” 

“It's—It’s actually blood,” Roman gawked, only capable of focusing on that detail. 

“Yup!” Remus laughed as he measured out the amount he needed. He was not going to waste any of his preciously purified resource on cowards like his brother! 

Roman, for all of his disgust, suddenly felt much more confident about his own dough. He pulled his shoulders back with pride and pulled a stick of butter from the fridge. This was child’s play! 

Remus paid him no mind as he microwaved his butter. The duke was in the zone. With all of his wet ingredients mixed, he was ready to add a pinch of salt and a fuck ton of flour. So he set that bowl aside and pulled out another one, just to make his life a little easier. 

He busted out a dry measuring cup and carefully scooped out some flour. He made sure it was packed carefully and leveled before dumping it into the clean bowl. He repeated the process a couple times until he was satisfied. 

Roman pulled his melted butter from the microwave and tried not to laugh. Remus' dish was ruined already, yet he was still trying, foolishly whisking his flour. How admirable, yet so futile! 

Roman poured his butter into the mixing bowl and let it incorporate. While that happened, he stole the flour from Remus and tried to be a good sport. 

Remus knew Roman was fighting off laughter with his petty snickers. He could laugh all he wanted. Whisking his flour was less tedious than sifting it in some doohickey! And it was easier to mix sifted flour by hand! 

Not that Roman was going to sift his flour at all. Remus watched with bated breath as Roman poured it in, straight from the bag. Without turning off the mixer. The disaster looming over the prince was too good to miss!

The cloud of white particulates exploded in Roman’s face and flour spilled out around the bowl. Roman stumbled back and miraculously set the bag of flour on the counter without much more mess. 

Of course, while Roman had some restraint when it came to laughter, Remus did not. He keeled over, cackling at Roman as he tried to dust off his face. The poor prince still had some water on his skin from washing off the egg, and the flour soaked it up into a gummy mess. 

“If you want Elizabethan makeup, use lead like a good cosplayer!” Remus wheezed, “Or are you trying to be a clown? You don’t need makeup for that!”

“If I wanted to look like a clown I would grow a mustache!” Roman snapped and rubbed the flour off his eyes. 

“You’d look hot for once if you did!” Remus wheezed and dipped his finger in his wet ingredients. 

Roman was far too irate to notice that slight movement. And he only got more irate when Remus bopped him on the nose and beamed. 

“Now you really look like a clown!” 

Roman's eye twitched when he realized what Remus had done.

“You revolting cretin!” he snapped and shoved Remus away from him. Remus laughed and got back to work. He could have his fun later. He had a task to complete! 

“You're the one who got covered in salmonella!” he jeered and slowly added a third of his flour to his wet ingredients. 

“You put blood on my face!” 

“Purified blood, milk, butter, water, and yeast!” Remus corrected and mixed his dough, “Safer than anything in your bowl!” 

Roman grumbled under his breath and checked his dough. The flour was mixed in but he would need more. He poured more in, much more carefully, lest he waste more. 

By the time he was satisfied with his dough, Remus was done mixing his monstrosity and setting up the counter to knead it. Roman would probably have to knead his dough as well. 

But first he would have to come to terms with the fact that Remus' dough looked like someone's insides as he scooped it from the bowl. Roman watched in abject horror as Remus slapped his reddened dough on the floured counter. He began to knead it roughly, slapping it with glee. The worst part was his grunting. 

"You close? You close?" he gasped with a twisted grin, as if he would get a response. 

"Yeah, you're a bad bad boy," he said and slapped his dough a couple times, "You close?" 

Roman wished he could be anywhere else, doing anything else. He was really set on proving this perverted lunatic wrong, enough to endure this idiotic display. 

“You know you need to knead that, right?” Remus asked when he realized Roman was just gawking at him. 

“Are you finished practicing for your next pornographic film?” Roman huffed and crossed his arms. He hated how filthy his jacket was. 

Remus laughed and shook his head. It was better for his thoughts if he didn’t get suggestive with only Roman there. He got back to kneading his dough, digging the heel of his palms into it. 

“Where's the money, Lebowski?!” he shouted as he continued to work. Roman could live with that. 

There was plenty of flour left on the counter from his mistake, so he simply plopped his dough on the counter and got to work. He was not pleased with how sticky his dough was, clinging to his fingers. Remus' wasn't sticking to his! 

What was worse, Remus finished kneading his dough before Roman could get it into a single mass. Roman growled to himself and got to work, ignoring the world around him. That was the perfect chance for Remus to strike. 

The duke conjured a pair of rubber gloves that completely covered his arms, and he stole Roman's bowl and mixing paddle. Granted they joined the two bowls he used, and the measuring cups, and the tiny bowl Roman used for his butter, so it wasn't sabotage. He just needed to wash the dishes. 

Remus was either very quick or Roman was struggling a lot, because he got all of the dishes done and even got the two bowls he had used greased for the next step. 

“Well, Pissy,” Remus said and set one of the bowls by Roman, “It's time to cover these and let them rise for like an hour or so!” 

“Why are you helping me?” 

“Because I feel like it,” he shrugged, “And you really need any excuse to shower and change faster!” 

Roman really couldn't deny that. He was a hot mess, and princes were supposed to slay. So he chucked his dough into the bowl before sinking out without his usual flourish. 

Remus took pity on him and covered his bowl with a warm, damp towel. Roman would absolutely need help whether he wanted it or not. He was so fortunate that he had a brother who didn't want to win because of his own stubborn stupidity. 

Once he was done covering his own dough he pulled out three sticks of butter to soften for the filling. Then Remus left the kitchen to get his hand mixer, since he would need it if Roman refused to share the stand mixer. He knew his brother all too well. But he would show that prince what happens when pride clouds the mind.

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(2)(3)

[intotheelliwoods]

2 Arms Left Masterpost (Part 3)

(Part 1) - Main Comic Masterpost

(Part 2) - Mini Comic Maserpost

(Part 3) - Bonus Drawings

(Part 4) - More Bonus Drawings

(Part 5) - Crossovers, tags, references and misc sagas

Below the cut is just fun little bonus drawings before major plot hit!

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Bonus drawings #1 - Leo reference + a smoothie

Bonus drawings #2 - Leo reference, part 2!

Bonus drawings #3 - Self destruct

Bonus drawings #4 - Stump aches,, part 2!!

Bonus drawings #5 - Post-Surgery pains

Bonus drawings #6 - Why are they hugging?

Bonus drawings #7 - Jungle gym brother

Bonus drawings #8 - They are homies!!

Bonus drawings #9 - If youre happy and you know it clap your hands!

Bonus drawings #10 - At least neither Leo is alone in the one arm situation

Bonus drawings #11 - He found the flamethrower...

Bonus drawings #12 - Robot arm wrestling match!?

Bonus drawings #13 - Uno, the game that destroys families..

Bonus drawings #14 - Strike a pose!

Bonus drawings #15 - They are huggy?? Splinters reaction?

Bonus drawings #16 - The Traumatic Event color palette

Bonus drawings #17 - The Calm Mindscape palette

Bonus drawings #18 - Thoughts on anyone touching little Leo's stump?

Bonus drawings #19- Gaming together!

Bonus drawings #20 - I am normal about his bean brows.

Bonus drawings #21 - He is a tea person!

Bonus drawings #22 - Did you know I draw this all in aggie.io??

Bonus drawings #23 - Little Leo likes to be held :)

Bonus drawings #24 - Little Leo is a little pea sprout

Bonus drawings #25 - Some comfort in these trying times

Bonus drawings #26 - Pistachio.

Bonus drawings #27 - Hmmm.

Bonus drawings #28 - Mindscape shenanigans~

Bonus drawings #29 - squeak squeak squeak squeak squ-

Bonus drawings #30 - An assortment of doodles

Bonus drawings #31 - What would a grown up Little Leo look like?

Bonus drawings #32 - Shrink the beans

Bonus drawings #33 - Little Leo fidgets

Bonus drawings #34 - What does Future Donnie think about Leos natural brows?

Bonus drawings #35 - GROW the beans

Bonus drawings #36 - Casey and Future Leo travels!

Bonus drawings #37 - Little Leo becomes Medium Leo!

Bonus drawings #38 - Baby carrier

Bonus drawings #39 - Medium Leo beans! And stims!?

Bonus drawings #40 - Mindscape nonsense

Bonus drawings #41 - Free hugs!!!!

Bonus drawings #42 - Flashbacks?

[gilly-moon]

Sephiroth/Cloud and what makes you happy about them? (I love these two, too!)

~harley

a fellow man of taste I see 👀

when I started shipping it if I did:

I remember watching Advent Children in...fifth or sixth grade? And yeah it was basically over for me after that.

my thoughts:

Squeenix is really on the Sefikura agenda in the FF7 remake, huh? But man oh man it has ALWAYS been that way. I'm not sure I have EVER seen a villain so sensually coax a hero into a battle where he then pins him to the wall with his sword. Lots of stabbing with these two. 10/10.

What makes me happy about them:

Listen just watch the scene in FF7 where they enter their own little mindscape and Sephiroth leans down half a mile to whisper in Cloud's ear. Need I say more.

What makes me sad about them:

Nothing?? Basically any iteration of these two within canon or even within AUs is a pure shot of seratonin to my brain. Doesn't matter if it's a happy ending or if someone's getting eviscerated with a sword. I'll consume it all.

things done in fanfic that annoys me:

I'm not a huge fan of overly-enthusiastic Cloud. He can be eager or even confident and bold, but there's a line some fics cross where it no longer feels in his character.

things I look for in fanfic:

Pre-Zack death (or AUs) I'm enjoy some sweet/shy Cloud and dominant Sephiroth. Post-Zack death, I'm all in for hatefucking or mind control shenanigans (bottom Cloud supremacy tho). Also a huge fan of Sephiroth 'redemptions' where he breaks free of Jenova's control and Cloud is there to catch him in the fallout.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: 

I've enjoyed almost any ship combo with Sephiroth, Cloud, and Zack. Sometimes with Angeal and Genesis thrown in for fun. Barret/Cloud is also good. Cloud/Tifa platonically is nice. I really can't ship post-Crisis Core Sephiroth with anyone else though. Squeenix seems to agree:

My happily ever after for them:

The fic Hold Me Gentle is my ideal happy ending for them. Jenova's influence is washed away by Aerith's rain, and Sephiroth has a chance to be himself again. That being said, I'm also a-ok with the canon reality where Sephiroth refuses to die and remains a Cloud-botherer for the rest of their lives.

who is the big spoon/little spoon:

Obsessive Sephiroth is big spoon.

what is their favorite non-sexual activity:

idk, stabbing each other??? Dueling??? (or does that count as sexual for them idk)

[its-teeem]

WAAAIIITT!!!

Tell me everything about your tpodg aus!!!!!

I'm so glad you asked!!! I have a handful and have done a good job uniquely tagging them to make sure they're all grouped together. I'll put them in the tags.

Mindscape AU: My absolute favorite which was actually made by @klqrambles. It really took over my head when I saw their posts and I just ran with it.

Quick Summary: Dorian gets to face some consequences in the shape of Basil's ghost. Slight problem, it's not Basil it just looks like him, not that Dorian can tell the difference. Dorian does not have a good time.

Red Riding Hood AU: My most recent AU, it's mostly just for Halloween fun.

Quick Summary: Basil got turned into a werewolf trying to save Henry from being eaten by what they thought was a really big wolf. Unfortunately as a werewolf, it's hard to live in the city so we get cottage core era.

Selkie AU: The very first au I ever made. I really want to go back and make more posts cause I have a whole vision for it.

Quick Summary: Selkie Basil gets his seal skin robbed and has a meet cute with Dorian who is in his cocaine party era. Plot twist, Dorian, the really nice human who's been helping him, IS not nice and IS the guy who stole his skin.

Oxford Days: Technically not an AU, this is actually set before Dorian.

Quick Summary: Young Henry meets Basil for the first time as dormmates at Oxford, it's a match made in heaven. Just a bunch of shenanigans.

While the AUs that are next aren't mine, I highly recommended them.

Blood Moon Painter: by @klqrambles, Basil is a serial killer and may have committed some crimes due to love.

80's Rock: by @justastrugglinghotchocolate Modern AU where Henry used to be a rock star and gets to be replaces by rising star Dorian.

Rosemary is for Remembrance: by @ibrithir-was-here, they are making it a whole comic so go visit them, Basil gets reincarnated and is now solving his own murder without even understanding what the horrible dreams he keeps having are.

The Losing Game: by @justastrugglinghotchocolate this one is an actual fanfic that they wrote. Role reversal between Basil and Dorian, there is a whole master post for anyone interested

Mythology: by @justastrugglinghotchocolate Basil and Henry are Persephone and Hades with some creative liberties. All is good till Dorian fucks shit up.

Vampire Dorian: by @justastrugglinghotchocolate, was actually the very first AU I saw from this fandom, Basil stays with mysterious young man Dorian who does his best to gaslight, girlboss, gatekeep Basil into staying longer with him for some reason. They even drew some actual panels for this