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do you have any thoughts on dirk and roxy's friendship? personally i think they were codependent sad teenagers :(
Oh boy do i have them. I feel like a lot of of the alphas friendships within their friendgroup will always have disconnect (again, due to that void among other attachment issues the alpha kids struggle with in consequence of being isolated teens for a LONG time); and Roxy and Dirks is one that always makes me side eye, because I feel it would face the same issue that Jane and Jakes friendship does where there is guilt for what one of them put the other through.
Especially in the case of Roxy and Dirks, where it’s stated Roxy would constantly flirt rather drunkenly with Dirk Strider, even if she was aware he wasn’t straight. It’s a mess of crossed boundaries that comes from dependence on what you believe is the only other living person in the world, and it’s guilt on Dirks part that he can’t live up to that even though he wishes he could’ve been that for Roxy. He tried his damn hardest as a kid to support his friend with a debilitating alchoholic addiction for their early years, and I think he deserves credit for that. Dirk tries to be reasonable with Roxy when Roxy can’t, which leads to.. situations.
Not to mention how cruelly she reacts when Dirk shuts her down. Big yikes.
But at the end of the day, while not exactly great, their relationship is fairly standard and realistic which is something I’m fond of with the alpha kids and how they perfectly portray that relationships are multifaceted and complex and yes, shit like this can happen. Roxy is someone Dirk respects and Dirk is one Roxy eventually feels eventual guilt for her actions over, which i think is great overall.
I just really think codependent alchoholic teen and a teen trying to be “all that” supporting her did a number on their friendship that neither will forget and I’m unsure if Dirk will necessarily forgive but they could move past it. 👍
#borzoi talks#asks#borzoi meta#homestuck meta#homestuck#hom3stuck#roxy lalonde#dirk strider#i still need to draw up a chat showing wherre alpha kids lie with each other#because they claim one thing and dont mention the other#remind me later lol
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I’m curious about the fandom’s trans!andreil headcanons so I decided to make a survey!
I might use this information in future fics but in all likelihood I am transing their genders anyway <3
#andrew minyard#neil josten#andreil#aftg#all for the game#me personally I’m a big fan of t4t andreil#I would write an essay on it howevever it is nearly two in the morning#remind me later lol#knox talks
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"What do you want?"
#finally did a FoM fanart and ofc it's march#what can I say - I'm a sucker for tsunderes#actually when I started following this game's dev 4/5 years ago I fell for him at first sight LOL#he reminds me of Neil of Harvest Moon AnB too#can't wait for the new update later this year#fields of mistria#fom march#o0kawaii0o
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Elendil makes this genre of face whenever he's mildly perturbed. Peeved. Perplexed. His flabbers gasted
#personal faves are the middle + bottom right + middle 2 on the left (which are all coincidentally related to Isildur being a menace)#Lloyd said in an interview that Isildur reminds Elendil of his younger self#which really explains his reactions to him getting up to shenanigans lmao#not to cover up the cute little shrimp in the meme BUT#all of these except the top left one are from season 1#however that look of confused concern to Earien reminded me of the others#I'm sure there's about to be a lot more he looks quite befuddled in the preview when Miriel puts her hand on his chest#Elendil#Lloyd Owen#The Rings of Power#Elendilf#Rings of Power#TROP#ROP#the lord of the rings#the lord of the rings: the rings of power#lotr: rop#lotr#Numenor#lotr memes#rop memes#trop memes#me when im huh??? im wuh????#that tag is not gonna help me find this again later lol
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On vacay, but have some cutesifyed ship art of the common ships I see in this fandom. Still trying to figure out the Bishops' mortal designs, but having fun with them so far (especially Leshy)! Tbh figuring out ANYONE'S design besides Narinder and Lamb lmao. Practice makes perfect.
#I cannot decide if I like my cutesified Goat or not but I do love how they now remind me of Lewis Hancox' emo teen girl self#(this is the second time I am referencing that guy in my cotl tags insert the two nickel meme)#I kinda like my Shamura design but might tweak their face a little in later designs and also I need to figure out how to accomodate dat ass#Leshy is a delight to draw no matter what I do with his design lol#head stays a cute bush either way#cult of the lamb#narilamb#shamgoat#leshycat#narigoatlamb#cotl narinder#cotl lamb#cotl shamura#cotl goat#cotl yellow cat#cotl leshy#doodles by lina
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i want to create an angel of death halo for tdl so hey. Yea they match cause im unwell. Anyways
chosen’s halo at the back of his head like a haunting presence always at the back of his mind. Spiky and red . Stabbing inside the halo itself (does it hurt? Does it hurt chosen? Does it dug inside him like the spikes on the halo, tearing him apart later on?) and hostile toward others that might approach it like. Some stick.
Dark’s halo surrounds him, dripping with a black and murky of the sins he committed. He wears it like crown of pride. Its sticky and leaves a stain on you, constantly reminding dark that hes always connected to a certain other stick, that no matter how much he can change his views on matter, its undeniable what he did was directly due to tagt stick, and it will leave a mark on him forever.
#also i loose track of my train of thoughts half way through#so lol sorry if it suddenly sounds weirdly disconnected#i just wanna think abt the angel of death chosen again#someone remind me to draw a religious shit abt scapegoat and chosen later#thank you for listening to my “FUCKKK DAMN IT WHAT IF ANGEL DEATH TDL.”#ava#ava the chosen one#ava the dark lord#I need to draw them properly like a gjinka design or sth
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“It could be that the loss of her children drove the Queen deeper into her darker desires...but, I don’t believe she was fighting against them that hard before that particular tragedy. No monster does.” (Patreon)
Bonus:
Hmm, wonder what he could cover those holes with :3c
#Doodles#Handplates#UT#Fellplates#UkaGaster's answers about Toriel really interest me :3c#As evidenced by the quote caption lol - but his other ones are very interesting too! Since it sounds like she's still around!#Poor classic Handplates!Gaster believed Tori dead for such a long time while she was at the Ruins#Meanwhile Fellplates!Gaster is just like ''? I saw the Queen last week she threw me into the pricker bushes? -.ò'' lol#But anyhow lol ♪ The implications that they're still in each other's vicinity really makes me curious about their relationship!#And how Toriel might react to knowing that someone - someone other than her - is having So Much Success on one of her sore spots#Not just of having children but of the constant reminders of Gaster's success where she has to live every day with a heavy heart for her own#Being cruel to him over it - well that's just par for the course isn't it ♪#He mentions that she's much more of an emotional sadist - insulting him and then making it Very clear that she does Not approve of the holes#''They're ugly and you should feel ashamed for drawing so much attention to something so unsightly''#I do think that her knowing that he's so intent on being kind and merciful and then twisting the knife on how much he's hurting her-#Making him feel guilty for daring to even attempt the betterment of all - for giving pieces of himself away and try to be a good person#''If anyone will break my spirit it will be her'' :)#Although that's all assuming that Toriel even knows about the brothers! :0 When I thought about it later it'd make more sense if she doesn't#It was still too good to not do something with the idea hehe - but imagine her betrayal if/when she found out tho she'd kill him on the spot#Gosh I haven't drawn Tori in foreeeeever I can't even remember the last time#Doing a/nother study on her would probably be fun haha she's rather plain how I draw her currently#I wonder if her Fellplates version would also wear reading glasses hehe#And the bonus :3c Where are the plates featured in Fellplates? Surely it's not just called that as a reference right ♪ Hehehe
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Thinking of cryptid Batfam and them like, pretending to be straight up feral. Like never speaking human language or anything and building up their vigilante outfits to look as natural and Creachur as possible. You know what, give 'em wings and such too. Mechanical ones that started more like gliders but developed more and more into proper ones as they tested things.
But I just want justice league or other Outsiders (Potential crossovers perhaps?) to venture into Gotham to investigate the really high crime-rate, or maybe it's after No Man's Land where they're trying to figure out what happened. Only to start hearing whispers about these beasts that appear each night.
#cryptid batfam#cryptid batman#batman au#gotham#prompts#au idea#whatever it counts as#dc crossover#dcu#dc#Signal definitely pretends to be the bat signal brought to life#Uses his light powers to disappear the moment the bat signal is about to be turned on (probably has cameras on it lol)#Maybe a zeta tube or something similar for him to just appear if someone tries to mess with the bat signal#remind me to elaborate later#batman#let them go feral
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I know that Clover's gender is up to interpretation (the devs DID say so themselves) but I still feel weird when people make them exclusively male or female LOL Like it's TECHNICALLY fine??? but it leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
more in tags as usual because I am a yapper. i am so sorry for having strong opinions about gender and representation. i am usually more fun than this 🥲🥲🥲🥲
#whenever ppl talk about clover being male it feels like they are unconsciously reinforcing gender roles???#vague sexist vibes yknow#this is such an innocent thing to complain about but i dont care!! i am a HATER!!!!!!#I think it bothers me so much because it reminds me of how Kris was treated and is STILL being treated. “well in my headcanon he is a boy”#again its technically fine!!! the devs said its cool and i wont hate anyone for it. but its still so weird yknow#especially cus most ppl reason them to be a boy because “well he likes guns and thats a boy thing!!!!!!”#“his design looks like a boy but his animations are like a girl”#“he is a cowBOY and he looks masculine so-” shut up i will stick your head down a toilet#many people think its an obvious fact that they are male.#whenever the cast calls Clover by he or a boy in fan content I can feel my entire face shrivel up#“THEY WOULD NOT FUCKING SAY THAT!!!” aka the curse that keeps me from enjoying anything thats just made for fun#i think its a case of self-insertiritis... even though clover is their own separate person as is UTDR's tradition#bonus points if they make them a boy so they can ship them with kanako without being gay 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨#🤨🤨🤨🤨bonus points if they make them female so they can ship them with flowey without being gay 🤨🤨🤨🤨#female clover is actually rare and not nearly as problematic. i can tolerate female clover because luckypatch is such a rare ship anyhow#this does not even mention the weird ships with martlet and ceroba. yeah its the monster girls only. and in those theyre also a boy#never starlo or dalv which thank god but. guess why. go figure#ive had people headcanon martlet knowing clover as a kid and dating them later? i do not need to explain why thats grooming LOL#the undertale yellow fandom on reddit. is so bad. god. do not go there#i know its filled to the brim with teens who have the media literacy skills of a wet piece of paper and their minds in the gutters 24/7 but#cmon.#the things they have done to ceroba and martlet. the curse of being women. girlypops i am SO sorry you do not deserve it#undertale#undertale yellow#uty#clover#ceroba#martlet
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i have made a kinion for Jishen. i unfortunately don't know enough characters to fill it entirely, but hey you get the jist LOL
#jishen heyang#this is my cat he has every disease.#fantroll#to clarify these r characters that just remind me of him... not what he was based off of#also how he is both k*tsuragi and h*rry it is bc Jishen has all the composure of k*tsuragi but all the dysfunction of h*rry LOL#maybe tbd later#yknow what maybe i shouldve include d*igo d*jima on this LMFAOO
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My contribution to the ikevil gift exchange organised by @aquagirl1978 - thank you for arranging this, it was really fun! my giftee was @judejazza - I hope you like it!!!! I had mostly finished this before her newest designs went up, so if there's anything you'd like me to change, let me know! (also if you'd like a higher quality copy to save bc I will fight w tumblr's posting system until the end of days probably smh)
Reading about Aurelia, I just thought it would be cute if this woman who gets flustered around her crush accidentally fell asleep on his shoulder during their return from a mission. And he liked it. (gasp)
I do not remember the last time I did any art with a proper background, so this was definitely a learning experience! The concept was just so clear in my mind, there was no going around it lol
#jude jazza#cybird ikemen#ikemen villains#ikevil gift exchange#ikemen series#ikevil#ikevil jude#2024#digital#drawing#fanart#Aurelia reminded me how much i like drawing girls with long hair#tbh there's still a lot about this that i'm not entirely happy w but many redraws later has not improved them in my eyes#so we'll just leave it at that#fun fact but i had finished this ages ago and then redrew parts of it again like 3 days ago lol#she's kinda ended up w my body shape lmao
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i change my mind abt wanting the sticklers involved in any lore relevant schemes can they just login together and have a fun even one singular time time . no war or betrayal just running around the tunnels full invis or skmething :')
#lifesteal#the sticklers#all i want in life is a happy jumperwho roshambo and rekrap2#keep the bfb and spawn war away from them 🙅♂️🙅♂️🙅♂️🙅♂️#i have regrets#rewatching ros s4 and vis last vid has me likd#shaking crying sobbing#betrayal and friendship and loneliness is a common theme for jumper and ro. huh.#rek please fix them#keep their asses AWAY from the lore#its like 4 am and i will be very sad if the sticklers are ever seperated#come as a set. who have only been seen together AS a set one singular timd#regardless of this please dont seperate them :(#that reminds me i need to yap abt how what happened w vi is most definitely a big part of jumpers loyalty this season#why she insists she will NEVER betray them no matter what happens. why she is so deeply attached to rek and ro.#why she continues to always ALWAYS consider ro and to do whatever she can to ensure he has everything he needs#and that hes taken care of as her and reks teammate regardless of how IA he is. bc he is still HER teammate. rek and ro are /HER/ people.#i might do that now if i dont mimimii#LOL#roshambogames#jumperwho#rekrap2#actyally no i lied i can see how jumbled my typing is#ill yap later maybe probablu hopefully#after sleeping
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not sure if I’ll ever finish this doodle so. payday flamethrower benry be upon ye
#got reminded of the acab stream earlier which made me want to draw this#benrey#hlvrai#benry#half life vr but the ai is self aware#benrey hlvrai#hlvrai benrey#benry hlvrai#hlvrai benry#my art#I do want to properly draw this tho. maybe later#I also just completely bullshitted the flamethrower#not accurate at all lol
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Me: Are we done once the truck is loaded?
Technical director: Unless I decide to be mean and make you peel up spike marks
Me: Well, I’m just standing around, so I’m just going to go start doing that
A few minutes later, everyone joins me. While I’m focused, with my head down, someone throws a scraper at me
Me: Thank you! That was only a little terrifying!
#stagefoot is still learning how to hurry up and wait#(I later found out who it was lol)#(and he just slid it across the stage at me)#me: it reminds me of the time my grandma threw a knife at me 🥹#my childhood was…weird#but I mean I don’t think people with Normal Childhoods end up in theater lmao#but the feeling of glow tape under your nails DOES SUCK!#and I was spared that 😌#techblr#theater#omfg#stagefoot original
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previous chapter
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The sunlight disorients him.
Usually, he wakes to a blaring alarm. If he has no alarm set, nothing planned for the day, he wakes when he cannot physically stand the taste of his own breath anymore, stumbling out of bed and ambling like a zombie for the nearest toothbrush. (On rare, rare occasions, he wakes to humming – low, drawling, lilting, floating around his darkened room, brightening it. He dreams about those mornings.)
He cannot remember the last time he woke to gentle sun.
Stretching, he takes a minute to catalogue the space as he wakes up, noticing the light curtains over wide windows, small TV tucked in between two double beds, and a desk, larger than he would have expected, taking up the far right corner.
Will is nowhere to be found.
“Jogging, mebbe,” Nico mumbles to himself; tiny, forgotten accent slipping out before he can stop it. Gingerly, he peels off the blankets and pads to the bathroom. Will’s blue-capped toothbrush sits next to the sink, quelling Nico’s ridiculous anxiety that Will, actually, has never been here at all, and Nico dreamed this whole thing up. He smiles slightly at the dorky stickers plastered all over the handle, colour mostly worn away, and the watch forgotten next to the soap dispenser.
He hears a heavy door open and shut, pausing to make out quiet footsteps over the running water. Quickly rinsing the suds off his face, he towels off and steps back out into the hotel room, watching his friend.
Will has his back turned, hunched over the desk. He wears a hoodie, blue with big white clouds all over it – his favourite – and, of course, horrible cargo shorts. Nico counts seven pockets, and that’s just what he can see from the back. There is a book shoved in two of them, keys hanging out of a third, and an apple bulging from the pocket near his hip.
“Morning.”
Will jumps, whirling around.
“You scared the shit outta me!”
“Sorry,” Nico says, not sorry. He’s grinning. “Were you out for a run?”
“I was out for a run hours ago, yes. It’s, like, ten-thirty, dude. You’ve been sleeping for eight hundred years.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” They’ve had this argument more times than he can physically count, he refuses to have it again when he doesn’t have the upper hand. He’ll bring it up again when Will’s sleepy again at nine o’clock. “Where were you?”
Will steps to the side, revealing three separate heaping plates of food on the desk, piled high with eggs, toast, a muffin, bacon, and, of course, an entire plate devoted to fruit. Nico descends upon it like a swarm of seagulls upon a terrorized child’s ice cream cone – with fury, insatiable hunger, and endless hubris. He makes sure to ignore the fruit.
Five minutes later, he’s satiated enough to turn a percentage of his attention away from the food. He spins the desk chair halfway to face Will, instead, curled up on the bed with one knee pulled to his chest, watching him fondly.
“How many times did you almost drop this on the way up?” he asks around a mouthful of bacon.
Will’s smile drops, eyes narrowing. “Shut up.”
“Four floors, and there’s a good chance you took the stairs to keep the elevators for ‘someone who needs them more’, so –”
“I hate you.”
“– I’m guessing one time per flight of stairs? Oh, wait, there are three plates, definitely more –”
“I’m never doing anything nice for you ever again.”
“– and you have a new band-aid on your knee, so you definitely tripped and dropped it at least once.” He pops the last of the bacon in his mouth, smiling wickedly. “Twice? Three times? If you don’t tell me I’m going to assume six and move on.”
Will’s glare intensifies. He mumbles something.
“Hm?”
He mumbles again. Nico doesn’t even pretend not to be delighted. He knows the smile on his face is wide enough to make him look deranged, he simply doesn’t care. Opportunities to press Will’s buttons this beautiful do not show up every day. He must treasure them.
“Didn’t catch that.”
“Hadtogoback.”
“Gonna have to speak up, bud.”
“I had to go back!” Will explodes, hands thrown in the air. “I fuckin’ – I dropped the stupid plates, the first time, so I had to fuckin’ – clean it up and – two stupid trips, you jerk, you better appreciate this –”
Nico almost bites through his lip. “You dropped it?”
“I didn’t mean to!” Will says defensively. “I was concentrating really hard but –”
Nico loses it.
“– my shoe got caught on the last step and I didn’t have any hands to catch myself.” He scowls. “Three people saw.”
He can’t breathe. There are genuine, actual tears streaming down his face, burn in his eyes almost as bad as the burn in his lungs, the ache in his belly. He wraps his shaking arms around himself in an attempt to hold himself together, laughing so hard he feels like his muscles might actually rip themselves off his bones. Every time he tries to calm down, he pictures Will, in his dorky flip-flops, egg in his hair, half a muffin crushed on his cheek, bright red, sprawled on the ground, food everywhere. If he could think of literally anything else, he’d be worried about his heart straight-up failing.
“I hate you. Actually.”
“I’m – oh my God,” he wheezes. He manages, finally, to get an actual breath in, desperately trying to think of literally anything else to calm down. Fucking – bumper to bumper traffic. Bedbugs. His father’s frowning face. That always works. “Holy shit, Will.”
“I should’ve just woken your ungrateful ass up.”
“Probably.” He flicks a grape at him, smiling. Will catches it in his mouth, rolling his eyes but smiling back. “Glad you didn’t.”
“Whatever.”
Nico finishes the rest of his breakfast in relative peace, managing to turn away if his mouth threatens to betray the tentative truce they’ve negotiated. He even eats one entire peach when Will starts pelting him with tiny hotel soap bottles and listing side effects of cholesterol-induced heart disease.
The second he finishes the last bite, Will orders him to clear off the desk. Nico mutters about bossiness and how Will is most definitely not in charge of him, doing as he asks. When he comes back – took him a hot second to shove the paper plates into a small enough ball to fit in the garbage can – Will has dragged the desk over to the bed, sitting criss-cross next to it, examining one of the many papers he has covering it.
“So,” he says, gesturing next to him. Nico dutifully sits, peering at the various maps and markings. “We gotta plan part two.”
“Didn’t we already do this?” Nico asks. “Back at Dunkin’s?”
“Not this far. I wanted to Preserve the Spontaneous Road Trip Spirit.” Nico can hear the capitalization.
“So, planning, then.”
“Yes, exactly.”
Nico smiles. “Brief me, captain.”
Will jumps right in, pointing and gesturing and every once and a while catching Nico’s eye to ask, right? Sound good?
Nico just watches him.
The midday sun shines directly in his face, catching and reflecting on his pale eyelashes, making his eyes go squinty. His excitement is obvious, in his chattering, his waving hands, his bouncing curls; every part of him moving. Even his stupid cargo shorts look endearing, every other pocket bulging, filled absentmindedly with slips of paper or pens or bandaids or granola bars. Nico watches him and feels he might burst.
“You’re not listening,” Will accuses.
Nico jumps back into focus. “Yes I am.”
“What’d I just say?”
“‘You’re not listening’.”
WIll cracks a smile. “You’re not funny.”
“Run over that again,” Nico answers, and grins devilishly when Will does. Not funny his ass.
He listens, though, through Will’s second explanation. It’s not too hard – Will’s always been organised. The wide penciled circle around their location in Atlanta, outlining the area they can drive before their next fuel stop, is pretty wide. But the options are limited, in Nico’s opinion – while he’s sure there is indeed something to do in South Carolina, there’s nothing to do for him, specifically. He’s cool with skipping it.
“There is one place we can go,” Will says. His voice has gone oddly quiet, and after at minute he glances over at Nico, like he’s waiting for his permission.
“Your road trip, dude,” he murmurs, nudging their shoulders together. “I’ll even go to South Carolina if you want to, but no promises that I won’t complain about it.”
That, thankfully, draws a huff out of him, some of the tenseness fading from his frame.
“South Carolina is beautiful, you know.”
“Says the boy who is currently visiting his third state ever.”
“...Touché.” He taps his pencil on the map, pink eraser thunking somewhere in the Bermuda triangle. “I was thinking – we could try Nashville? Music Row, or Broadway?”
Nico groans. “Oh, of course you wanna go hang out with all the goddamn hillbillies, you fuckin’ country boy –”
“It’s good music!”
Nico groans louder. Secretly, though, he watches his friend out of the corner of his eye, watches as his shoulders slump, relieved, and he knows he’ll spend as long as he needs in lasso-slingin’ Tennessee, following Will in and out of – barns and ranches and cowboy boot shops, probably. Are saloons still a thing?
He has a feeling that there is more to Will’s hesitance than a fear about being judged for his Marty Robbins obsession. If Tennessee is where he’s gonna get answers – well. He’ll brave the goddamn sea of cowboy hats.
A knock at the door startles them both. A voice calls hesitantly through the door: “Mr. di Angelo?”
“Wrong door, probably,” Will whispers after a moment. He looks to Nico. “Right?”
There’s another knock. “Mr. di Angelo?”
“Yeah.” Nico rolls of the bed, landing on the floor with a grunt. “Another room with a Mr. di Angelo.”
He creeps towards the door, keeping low as if whoever’s outside can see him. After a moment, the bed creaks, and Will’s quiet footsteps pad behind him.
“You think it’s room service?” Will whispers, plastered to the opposite side of the door. Even ducking, his hair brushes the edge of the peephole.
Nico shoves his head down, pinching him when he squawks. “Be quiet, tall person, I need to see.”
“Get a stepstool then, jerk! Stop using my neck as a lever!”
“What part of be quiet are you missing! God!”
“Mr. di Angelo, please open the door.”
The voice on the other side of the door sounds amused. Face flaming, Nico shoves Will somewhere behind him, still bitching, and swings open the door.
“Good afternoon,” says the man in the hallway. He’s dressed very smartly in a tailored black suit, nametag reading Eric. “Are you Mr. di Angelo?”
Nico clears his throat, trying to stand taller. “That’s me.”
“Good. I’m with Hotel Administration. We received a fax for you this morning?” He hands Nico a manilla folder. “First page says confidential, so we put it in the envelope. We tried to call this morning but didn’t get any response.”
Vaguely, Nico remembers a ringing phone. He also remembers yanking the plug out of the wall in sleep-deprived rage.
Oops.
Ignoring Will’s snickering, Nico thanks the man, closing the door and sitting on the nearest bed. Will scooches over to make room for him, tossing and catching a pillow. Nico leans back against the headboard, crossing his leg over Will’s.
“What’s in the envelope?”
“Checking now.”
The envelope is the cheap kind you get in a box of fifty; speckled brown, thin, machine-cut. It’s not sealed and so Nico flips it open easily, sliding out a small stack of papers. The first is a huge CONFIDENTIAL, printed diagonally across otherwise blank paper. The second is a bank statement.
Nico shoots upright.
“What? Nico, what’s –”
“Mr. di Angelo, we regret to lose your business,’” Nico recites in a shaking voice, “‘but appreciate your time with us and wish you all the best with your future banking.’”
Frantically, he scans the document again. Successful cancellation. Expedited closure date. Transferred affairs to –
– parent account.
“–co? Nico? Can you please tell me what’s going on?”
The air pushes out of Nico’s lungs like a crushed balloon. “Fuck.”
“Nico.” Warm hands press on his bloodless cheeks, fingers sliding in his hair. “Nico, look at me.”
He gasps. Will squeezes gently, eyes dark and stern and kind, thumbs callus-rough and dragging across his cheekbones.
“Good. Again. There you go, you got it.”
Nico grabs his wrists when he tries to pull away. Will takes the hint, sliding his hands under Nico’s free one and knocking their shoulders together.
“What’s wrong, Nico?”
Instead of answering, Nico sets the papers on the bed between them. Will squints, and for a second Nico prays that he’s wrong, that he’s mixed up the words. That it doesn’t say what it knows it does.
Then Will inhales, quick and sharp, and the hope is dashed.
“Your card…”
“Next page,” Nico says softly.
Niccolò,
The papers rustle as Will flips them, and this one he takes much longer to read.
Vorrei sapere che ho fermato un caso di frode alla radice.
After a minute, he holds it out, shaking his head.
Un criminale ha rubato la tua carta di credito, e l’ha usata per comprare una stanza d’albergo in Georgia. Qualche spacciatore, non ci sono dubbi.
“It’s a little formal, I can’t –”
Ho disattivato la carta, naturalmente. Ti darò quella nuova appena ti vedrò.
Nico takes the scanned letter. Vaguely, he registers Will’s hands brushing up his arms as they move two wrap around his face again, this time forcing his jaw to unclench.
“Power play,” Nico snarls. His clenched fingers wrinkle the pulpy paper. “He knows exactly where I am. If he wanted to drag me home, he could drag me by the fucking –”
“But instead he’s forcing you to call him,” Will says softly. “Oh, Nico, I’m so sorry.”
The hands drop from his face again. It knocks the cloudiness right out of Nico’s head, and he snaps up, frowning at Will’s crooking fingers, the bitten lips. He won’t meet Nico’s eyes.
“Why are you sorry my father’s being a haughty jackass who suddenly cares what I do with my time?”
“And his money.” Will picks up the bank statement, reading over it again, and again, like it might change. Like Nico’s credit card will magically become un-cancelled, like they will suddenly become un-stranded. “This whole stupid thing is my fault. I never should have dragged you into it, Neeks, I’m so –”
“If you apologise again I’m going to push you off the bed.”
“– sorry.”
“Will.” Nico snatches back the statement, shaking his head. He waits until blue eyes meet his then smiles, as reassuringly as he can with such a pit in his stomach. “My father is –” He sighs. “It’s not about the money. You know he doesn’t care about the money.”
Will shrugs. It’s true – Nico has made dumber purchases. When he was twelve, he bought a trampoline, just to see if his father would say anything. Fifteen, marble statue. Sixteen, a car.
Then he stopped trying.
“How far can we go, on the gas we have? How many miles?”
Will shrugs. “Three and a half hours? Four, if we push it?”
“And on a full tank of gas?”
“Almost six.”
“And then we’re stuck.”
“And then we’re stuck, yeah. Unless you got Greyhound money hidden somewhere.”
Nico sighs, dragging a hand down his face. “That’s what he wants, Will. He doesn’t care about the – about the stupid money. He wants me. He wants me to ask, rather, to pick up a phone and beg him to come get us ‘cause we have no other options. He wants me to admit I need his help.”
The first time he ran away, he’d had to avoid every cop car. He knew he was being looked for, he saw his own face plastered on news screens. It had only been a matter of time. The second attempt was – easier. Much easier. He’d hardly even had to hide his face. By the third time, he’d waited a week, waited almost a month, before he was cold and hungry and walked to the nearest social services building himself. The car ride home, the humiliation so potent he could taste the bitterness of it, had made the cold, rainy nights with nothing but the same ratty hoodie he’d worn when he left worth it. He swore he’d never subject himself to that again.
And yet here he is.
Out of options.
“You know what? No.” In a swift, unstoppable movement, Will snatches the stack of papers, ripping them into four pieces faster than Nico can reach an arm out to stop him. “We’re not doing this.”
“Will – what –”
He throws himself off the bed, stomping over to his backpack. A folded pair of socks goes flying over his shoulder, a book hits the ground with a heavy thunk. His muttering grows louder, cursing interspersed between every word.
“What are you –”
“We are not dealing with this right now.” With a frustrated finally, Will yanks a bag of something out of his backpack, stomping back towards the bed. He throws a Ziploc bag onto the duvet, and it bounces once, twice, three times before splitting open and spilling quarters everywhere.
“What the hell is –”
“You already payed for the room, right?”
Nico snaps his jaw shut. “Yes.”
“And it’s Saturday.”
“I – it is, yeah.”
“Not a business day.”
“No.”
“Well.” Will nods. “Bank’s closed. Hotel can’t process anything, and they have no reason to suspect your card, which worked just fine last night, is gonna bounce. We’ve got a day of breathing room, at least, and I don’t want to think about it.”
He holds up a hand when Nico starts to argue, grim set to his mouth giving way to something a little sharper, a little more dangerous.
“We might not be old enough to gamble, but when you’re in Atlanta, you do as the Atlantians do.” He meets Nico’s eye, grinning. “You still any good Street Fighters?”
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I discovered these paintings by James McNeill Whistler recently, Nocturne in Black and Gold: Falling Rocket (top) and Nocturne in Black and Gold: The Firewheel (bottom). I’m sharing them because they make me think of Nevermoor, as so many things do.
With paintings, a nocturne refers to the depiction of night. This is derived from the musical term, where a nocturne refers to a musical piece that is “inspired by, or evocative of, the night.” These both just come from the fact that “nocturne” essentially means “of the night”.
On a basic level, this just reminds me of Nevermoor by the aesthetics. The dreamy nighttime setting strikes me the most, but also the sparks of yellow fire that make me think of Wunder. Think of how many important scenes happen at night- Morrigan on Eventide, the Museum of Stolen Moments, and the Hollowpox in Courage Square. But the concept has me thinking, obviously, about the Wundrous Art of Nocturne. The only songs we know are Morrigan and Squall’s, who both chose nursery rhymes as their Nocture. Their choices make me think of lullabies, sung at night… and there’s lots to think about with that.
#does anyone else see or understand my vision…..#nevermoor#nevermoor in the wild#another post from my drafts cuz I feel bad I have no art to share#only art history classes I actually took was animation history and then ancient and medieval so most of my info or knowledge from#anything later relies on me looking it up and seeing what research and info is online and etc etc etc#anyways. love whenever magic (of the wundrous arts variety) in nevermoor is compared to art or the process of making art. <333#I need to make a Pinterest / some other sort of site where I can share everything visually that reminds me of nevermoor. but also filterabl#and also where I can add notes for why different stuff makes me think of nevermoor or what I associate it with…..#bc I’m often sharing architecture in the discord but I also am always bookmarking clothes and stuff that I don’t share lol#I saw two clocks the other day at a history museum and also an alway thinking abt the Prague astronomical clock so my brain is always like:#‘wow just like the skyfaced clock :) nevermoor :)#circling back if anyone knows some sort of site like Pinterest where you can have bunch of images with notes and also filter between#different attributes pls lmk. I’m not a coder so I can’t think how to make smthn like that myself lol#I started this post like a month ago that’s why I don’t have anything better to say besides ending with ‘much to think about’ lol
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