#the next one's going to be rough

[basil-thoth]

Page 12: a brief and mostly unpleasant childhood

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Panel 1: [Blank panel]

Gaster’s Notes: ENTRY NUMBER XXX: STEADY PROGRESS AT A RAPID RATE. THEY CAN SPEAK IN SENTENCES NOW.

Panel 2: [Subjects 1 and 2 are sitting next to each other, enjoying the company]

Gaster’s Notes: SUBJECT 1 IS QUIET AND SOFTSPOKEN�� A LOWERCASER, I’M SURE, WITHOUT MUCH ATTENTION TO DETAIL AND TAKEN TO MUMBLING.

Gaster’s Notes: 2, HOWEVER, IS MORE CONFIDENT AND CLEAR– UPPERCASE, LIKE MYSELF. A VOICE THAT DEMANDS ATTENTION.

Panel 3: [Gaster’s written notes, in Wing Dings. Translated, they say: 1- LOWERCASE COMIC SANS and 2- UPPERCASE PAPYRUS]

Gaster’s Notes: IT DOES NOT MATTER WHAT THEIR FONTS ARE. I DID NOT NOTICE, AND IT DOES NOT MATTER.

Gaster’s Notes: THEY CRY AND CARRY ON WHENEVER I HAVE TO SEPARATE THEM, BUT I CANNOT RISK LEAVING THEM ALONE UNSUPERVISED UNTIL SUBJECT 2 CAN UNDERSTAND 1’S CONDITION.

Panel 4: [Subject 2 looks curious and hesitant.]

Subject 2: WHAT’S THAT MEAN?

Gaster: It means that if you hurt Subject 1 even by accident, he will die.

Subject 2: WHAT’S “DIE”?

Panel 5: [Gaster speaks] 

Gaster: It means he will turn to dust, and you will never see him again.

 [As Gaster tells Subject 2 what it means, Subject 2 tears up and begins shaking in anxiety.]

Gaster: Stop crying, I’m talking to you.

Gaster’s Notes: SINCE THEN, 2 HAS BEEN VERY CAREFUL.

Panel 6: [Blank panel]

Gaster’s Notes: ENTRY NUMBER XXX: SINCE I MOVED THEM INTO THE SAME ROOM, THEY ARE MUCH QUIETER AND EASIER TO WORK WITH. THEY CHATTER CONSTANTLY.

Gaster’s Notes: ENTRY NUMBER XXX: WHENEVER I GO SEE THEM, THEY ARE HOLDING OR TOUCHING EACH OTHER. THEY ARE DESPERATE FOR PHYSICAL CONTACT… AT LEAST THEY WON’T ASK IT FROM ME.

Panel 7: [Two sleepy skellies. They’ve fallen asleep sitting up and holding each other]

Gaster’s Notes: THEY EVEN SLEEP LIKE THAT. IT DOESN’T SEEM LIKE IT’D BE COMFORTABLE.

Panel 8: [We zoom in on their chests, where you can see their SOULs through their thin hospital gowns. Subject 1’s is about half the size of Subject 2’s.]

Gaster’s Notes: SOMETIMES THEIR SOULS GLOW IN UNISON… I BELIEVE IT IS WHEN THEY ARE DREAMING.

Panel 9: [blank panel]

Gaster’s Notes: ENTRY NUMBER XXX: THEY ARE VORACIOUS EATERS. GIVEN THEIR RAPID DEVELOPMENT, IT MAKES SENSE.

Panel 10: [Subjects 1 and 2 are splitting a ?????. They look slightly confused but are clearly eager to share.]

Gaster’s Notes: OUT OF CURIOSITY, I GAVE THEM HALF A PORTION ONE NIGHT TO SEE WHAT THEY WOULD DO. THEY SPLIT THE DIFFERENCE. I SUSPECT GIVEN ONLY A CRUMB, THEY’D FIND A WAY TO SHARE IT. I DON’T KNOW WHERE THEY LEARNED TO BE SO SELFLESS WITH EACH OTHER. IT’S NOT A TRAIT I’D THINK WOULD BE INBORN.

Panel 11: [blank panel]

Gaster’s Notes: ENTRY NUMBER XXX: I GAVE THEM ONE PILLOW TO SEE WHO’D ASSERT DOMINANCE AND CLAIM IT FOR THEIR OWN.

Panel 12: [Subjects 1 and 2 are covered in pillow stuffing.]

Gaster’s Notes: WHEN I CHECKED ON THEM, THEY’D TORN IT UP AND WERE PLAYING WITH THE STUFFING.

Panel 13: [Blank panel]

Gaster’s Notes: ENTRY NUMBER XXX: THEYNEVER STOP ASKING ME QUESTIONS. AT LEAST THEIR VOCABULARY IS GROWING.

Panel 14: [The panel is nothing but their questions. For simplicity’s sake, I have condensed their questions into one line each.]

Subject 1: what is… disappointing? alternating current? marrow? laser? 

Subject 2: WHAT IS… SPECIMEN? ELECTRICITY? CALCIUM? FORBIDDEN?

Panel 15: [Gaster is working with the drill, while the subjects are embracing each other behind him.]

Gaster’s Notes: I DID MAKE AN ANNOYING ERROR ONCE WHILE I WAS DISTRACTED.

Panel 16: [The subjects continue embracing; Subject 1 is in Subject 2’s lap.]

Subject 2: WHAT IS HE? WHAT ARE WE? IS HE…ME? AM i HIM?

Gaster: No, you are not the same person.

Subject 2: THEN WHAT ARE WE?

Panel 17: [Gaster is barely paying attention to the conversation, he’s still working with his tools]

Gaster: You are things. Though I suppose technically one could say you were brothers-

Panel 18: [Subjects 1 and 2 are looking at each other through a new lens]

Subject 1: brothers? he’s my brother?

Subject 2: ARE YOU OUR BROTHER TOO?

Gaster: I made you both.

Subject 2: BUT… WHAT ARE YOU? ARE YOU US? WHAT ARE YOU TO US?

Gaster: Quiet.

Panel 19: [Blank panel]

Gaster’s Notes: THEY UNFORTUNATELY LATCHED ONTO THE WORD. BROTHER THIS, BROTHER THAT. PERHAPS THEY’LL GROW OUT OF IT. I SHOULD HAVE BEEN MORE CAREFUL WITH MY WORDING. THINGS CANNOT BE BROTHERS.

Panel 20: [Subjects 1 and 2 are sitting at a table with a few papers in front of them. They appear to be simple worksheets. Subject 1 encourages 2, who appears to be struggling.]

Gaster’s Notes: ENTRY NUMBER XXX: THEY ARE STARTING TO READ.

Gaster’s Notes: I’M BEING CAREFUL ABOUT WHAT I GIVE THEM… I DON’T WANT THEM GETTING IDEAS ABOUT THE OUTSIDE WORLD.

SUBJECT 1 IS A FAST LEARNER… 2 LESS SO. HE STRUGGLES WITH READING, AND MY HOPE IS THAT HE INHERITED MY IT’S A PHYSICAL PROBLEM WITH HIS EYES AND NOT A MENTAL ONE. BAD EYES CAN BE FIXED. EVEN WITH 1’S HELP HE HAS DIFFICULTY.

Panel 21: [Subject 2 is proudly handing Gaster a sheet of paper.]

Gaster’s Notes: HE INTERPRETS EVEN THE CLEAREST DIRECTIONS IN STRANGE WAYS.

Panel 22: [It’s a worksheet written in WingDings. The question, translated, reads “A SKELETON HAS MANY BONES. WRITE THE NAME OF AT LEAST FIVE BONES.” Underneath child’s stick drawing. Gaster is in the center with Subject 1 on his left and subject 2 on his right. They’re all smiling and happy.]

Gaster’s Notes: HE SEEMS INTENT ON SABOTAGING HIMSELF AT EVERY TURN.

Panel 23: [Gaster seems to be leading Subject 1 to a different room. Subject 1 has a bit of a smug look on his face.]

Gaster’s Notes: 1, AT LEAST, SEEMS VERY CLEVER. 

Subject 1: why don’t we ever see anyone else down here? are we a secret or somethin?

Gaster’s Notes: PERHAPS TOO MUCH SO FOR HIS OWN GOOD AT TIMES.

Panel 24: [Subjects 1 and 2 are smiling in delight at Gaster]

Gaster’s Notes: ENTRY NUMBER XXX: THEY SMILE WHEN I COME TO SEE THEM… THEY ASK ME WHAT I DO OUTSIDE. THEY ASK ME IF THEY CAN GO OUTSIDE.

Panel 25-26: [Subject 2 attempts to hold Gaster’s hand.]

Gaster’s Notes: ENTRY NUMBER XXX:

Panel 27: [Gaster pulls his hand away harshly.]

Gaster’s Notes: SUBJECT 2 TRIED TO HOLD MY HAND.

Panel 28: [blank panel] Gaster’s Notes: ENTRY NUMBER XXX: I’VE MADE A HUGE MISTAKE.

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Ominous.

The uppercase/lowercase/font mention in the beginning is related to an idea me and Seagoon were batting around about skeletons having a sort of magical synesthesia that lets them “see” the font people speak in. “Without much attention to detail” means Sans drops letters and sometimes punctuation. Gaster does indeed speak in caps if entry seventeen in the game is any indication! I subtitle his speech in propercase though to make it a midpoint between the brothers, but the wingdings behind it are always in caps.

Gaster hasn’t seriously hurt either of them yet at this point. They have no idea what’s coming.

I couldn’t really think of a way to subtitle wingdings when they’re written on paper without it looking confusing, so the two bits read: “1 - LOWERCASE COMIC SANS 2 - UPPERCASE PAPYRUS” and “A SKELETON HAS MANY BONES. WRITE THE NAME OF AT LEAST FIVE BONES.”

[Index]

[twisting-in-wonderland]

why does he meow?

[gracebriarwoodwrites]

I write fragile on a dozen boxes salvaged from recycling I forgot to take out before I knew I was moving and my hand shakes even more each time. The lines bleed off the box corners and into me. I'm fragile, you see.

[audliminal]

It's Just a Game, Right? Pt 9

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"Well, it certainly looks like your suspicions were correct." Tim says, staring at the decoded response, as Bernard posts the plain text.

"Yeah, it definitely looks like it, huh? This is practically an entire clue drop in and of itself."

"I mean, it kind of is. If they wanted to encourage us, al they really would've needed is to parrot themselves with the 'dig deeper' thing you said you kept finding."

"Ha, yeah that would've been a little more succinct." Bernard laughs, and turns back towards Tim as he finishes typing. "So what else is it meant to do, then?"

"Well, on one level it shows us how the clues are supposed to be solved." Tim says, pointing to the steps they'd gone through. "In the future, we should be looking for the keys to each step in the solution of the prior step."

"They can't just do that every time, though. It'd get too predictable.

"Maybe not every time, but it definitely gives us a better idea of where to start."

"Yeah, I guess it can't hurt to look. Anything else, Mr. Genius?"

"I'm not a genius."

"You totally are, but whatever. Tell me more of your mad science thinking."

"Not a mad scientist either. I think we need to start looking at whether individual details are intended to be taken literally or metaphorically."

"Oh." Bernard blinks, then glances over at his computer.

"Did you think of something?" Tim asks. The implications of the response are sprawling by itself, but if the contents are referencing something Bernard's already seen...

"Well, it's just. The first video was pictures, right? And people take photos of stuff they wanna remember so, like. To be seen is to be remembered?"

"That... Makes sense." Tim murmurs.

"Yeah, but it doesn't explain what the rest is about."

"One step at a time. If the people in the first video are our messengers, and they're concerned with being remembered, then I think we should be looking for more information on who they are."

"Right. So I should pull out the clues that reference them, and we can go over those next?

"Sounds like a plan."

[espighty]

All of this could have been avoided if Narinder could just say “Morning.” like a normal person.

[astracora]

A Mandated Holiday Break - Chapter 8

Characters: Sylus x gn!mc (poly lads)

Warnings: Sylus myth mentioned, mild hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1424

Written: 22nd December 2024

Notes: Post-relationship Sylus/MC-centric but poly LADs, with my personal pov of the game and lil headcanons littered in.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11

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Sylus enjoys a karaoke bar, especially if he's got access to you for a duet. You tease him but you'll always join him, hanging onto his arm and letting loose, and he sometimes falters over the words because he's too busy watching your face.

Still, this is good too. You've set up the game system that the doctor bought for his base, presenting it with a sigh. 'You won't know the right one.'

He'd been a little insulted, but he'd acquiesced, in the end the doctor knows gaming better than he does. It's never appealed to him, and he's never had real time to try. A sing-a-long game is loading up, yelling out 'let's sing' loudly from the speaker system.

You'd presented it to him with the doctor, beaming, "You'll like this one, I promise!"

The fish had groaned from the sofa, "Why do we all have to suffer the crow's crooning?"

As much as you've teased him for being out of tune, you've always encouraged him. He can't count how many times you've asked him to hum for you. Lay against his chest, and unable to sleep for nightmares.

The reason for the at-home karaoke session, are the cocktails that Luke has decided he wants to try making. Kieran is his primary test dummy, and if anything doesn't make him spit it straight back out. You're trying them.

It's ill advised… Sylus knows you're not a light weight, but he does know you and the twins can get competitive. It feels like it's only moments before you start doing shots together, and if that happens he's bound to get dragged in, and as quick healing as he is, he doesn't fancy driving anyone anywhere. Nor does he want to get into a taxi with someone he doesn't trust. Not with you and the twins.

He needs you safe.

He also blames you for Luke’s new hobby, you’d showed them some movies, made comments about how stylish a good bartender is, (He hadn’t filed that information away, to practice. At all.), and Luke had taken that as a challenge.

“It can’t be that hard.”

“Yeah! You can do it bro!”

You’d laughed and not thought anything of it. They’d gone out, and returned with… boxes.

Then raided his alcohol supply.

He’d dragged them both back by the scruff of the neck when they went for the very expensive top shelf. In no world were they mixing that with… was that moonshine? Where did they even get moonshine from?

He doesn’t see you drunk often, there are times you’re out in busy places because you feel you have to attend, and he’s seen you drink then to soften the anxiety and stress. You always call someone to be there then, drunk you is far more willing to rely on others. He also has seen you drink when you feel safe, has carried you on his arm more than once in those situations.

You apologise but there’s no need, especially when he gets to see the embarrassed but enamoured look on your face as he holds you in one arm. Your fingers drifting over the veins in his bicep, with a look he can only describe as hungry. He flexes a little more than he needs to on those occasions.

(There was one time you’d made a comment about beef clod, and he had truly not known how to respond.)

He can see you getting to that point now, you’re trying something green that you and Kieran are sipping from the same glass with separate straws. Luke is taking his turn at the microphone, singing something about what he wants for Christmas. Sylus is unsure if the radioactive green drink is good for either of you, but you don’t look sick, still. He’s wary, and flicks your forehead. As you put a hand to the targeted area, pulling away with an offended ‘Oi’, he grabs the glass and sips from your straw.

“Aww, Boss come on.”

It’s… not as bad as he expected, but he can’t imagine drinking it for fun.

Whether his taste buds are ‘broken’ like you’ve claimed before, and its somehow worse than he tastes, he still doesn’t feel good about putting it back in either your’s or Kieran’s hands. So he downs it.

Wrinkling his nose and pushing the glass away.

Before you can grab another concoction, now that Luke is back and shoving something else onto his brother, (He’s going to have to hide the key to the liquor cabinet he thinks, if this becomes a long standing hobby for them.), he pulls you over to the karaoke machine. “It’s our turn kitten, I’m owed a song for saving you from a terrible fate.”

Your tongue is out at him, but you stumble over grabbing his arm to steady yourself, and pick up the controller to find something you both know well enough to get through it with little effort.

His song repertoire has grown substantially since you’ve reentered his life, he feels confident that anything you sing to often he has memorised. Catalogued away to think about on nights you’re not here to sing for him.

When you’re satisfied, lining up a particular choice, you thrust the microphone into his hand, that’s not currently steadying you at the waist.

You look right at him when the song starts, familiar with some things enough to sing them blindfolded, and as tipsy as you are, with your voice wavering a little, he’s as starstruck as he always is.

“And I’d give up forever to touch you, ‘Cause I know that you feel me somehow, You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be, And I don’t want to go home right now.”

There’s moments in his life, where Sylus wonders if he blinks, will you disappear? A fragile illusion on a wishful soul. That someone, somewhere has truly seen into him and seen something worth adoring and loving. He thinks you are easy to love, there can be no doubt that you are worthy without the need to earn it.

“And all I can taste is this moment, And all I can breathe is your life.”

You have reminded him, again and again that you love him, that he does not need to pay for it, or gift for it. That everything that is offered is freely given, and wholehearted. That there is nothing to earn. It is not a transaction, no relationship should be. You do not keep score, and you would rather he did not either.

“And sooner or later it’s over, I just don’t want to miss you tonight.”

It still leaves him with the feeling that in seconds he could wake up, in a cold cave, surrounded by gems he no longer sees beauty in, in a world where he is nothing but broken horns and lost family.

“And I don’t want the world to see me, ‘Cause I don’t think that they’d understand, When everything’s meant to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.”

He loves you, he loves his life with you, and he is so scared-

Your hands move to his cheeks, his voice halts, wavering and pausing. Blinking at you. The microphone is out of your hands and you stretch up as tall as you can pressing a kiss to his eyelids. He almost drops his own, hand tightening on your waist. You sing just for him, lips at his cheek now, and his breath escapes in a long exhale, shaking.

You are his, you are his, you are his.

When his heart wavers, yours is there, keeping it beating, in time to a song only you can hear.

He is yours, he is yours, he is yours.

“I just want you to know who I am.”

He lifts you into his arms, and he sings with you, game forgotten because it doesn’t matter. Nothing else matters. If you are happy, he is happy, and he is so very happy with you in his arms.

If he wakes up tomorrow and you are not here, he will find you anywhere. He has done it before, and he will do it for the rest of time, because you are the one who sees him.

And later, when you are laughing and stumbling through his bedroom door, trying to pull away from the uncontrolled kisses he plants on your skin, tickling you and nipping, he will swear into your skin that he will always see you too.

Whoever you choose to be.

[leclerity]

Two truths and a lie, you tell yourself as you enter the club.

The bouncer does a passable salute as you walk past him, giving him the slightest breeze of a hand across his waist.

One: You are not looking to score tonight, by either of the definitions.

Your eyes adapt to the darkness interrupted by the flashing of the lights in a distant room as you get your stamp, the worker asking you questions about your night you give half-assed answers to.

Two: You will stick with your friends, do what they want to do, and end the night at their side.

Boys move past you as you walk through them, giving them enough time to part of their own volition – and they all do, for the price of a smile and a tempting look.

Three: You will not corrupt.

You reach your friends and they lead you to the table in the back, where drugs are scattered amongst the drinks. You take a pill, knowing whatever it is, it’s bound to be good – and you feel the buzz in your system, the colours intensifying, and the feeling of detachment from the floor pouring over you.

Already, you are looking out. The crowd is full tonight and the room reeks of sweat, spilled drinks, of the needs and the wants and people who are looking for someone to spend the night with, to bury their sorrows or sins in. You lick the rim of the drink you’d taken off the table, saltyiness sending shivers down your spine.

Lights flash, then slow down, illuminating each corner of the room. The room tenses—the beat is about to drop—and the spirit of the night reveals itself as your sight lands on a pretty boy with a recognisable face, and phones pointed in his direction.

A sense of elation—a rush of adrenaline—washes over you. He doesn’t look your way, not yet, but you know where the night is about to take you.

Plot twist, you chuckle to yourself. Those were all lies.

INTRODUCING:

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[nick-cassidy]

frederik vest on testing with Cadillac

📸: Charly Lopez

“But at some point, you have to continue driving,” said Vesti. “I can’t just sit on the bench as a reserve driver in Formula 1. I really want to be driving. That’s why I did Spa with AMG. It’s why I’m here with Cadillac and will be next year in IMSA.”

“So I’m used to the somehow spoiled world of Formula 2 and Formula 3 where you are the center of everything as a driver,” he said. “Here it’s a lot more the driver’s job to be improving and I think Earl [Bamber] is a good example of someone who is extremely professional and who has done this for a lot of years and is just very good at understanding how to improve.”

“So I need to shift my mindset a bit from having everything done for me in F2 and starting to be proactive and knowing in which direction I need to look to improve myself.”

x

[shakingparadigm]

hey guys do we fw ivan till luka and hyunwoo in a boy idol unit

[sp-growingpains]

Rowan B. ☆

Its the eldest of the goobers, Rowan Broflovski! He's finally drawn out! I've drawn so little of him, and what a crime that was! Sweet, tired son boy!

Harper | @patchoululi

📓 - As mentioned before, he was the first twin to make an appearance! Absolutely something he will never let Ronnie forget!

📓 - The more introverted of the two. Most of the time he has major resting bitch face, most of the time it is on purpose.

📓 - This does change when he's around Ronnie. It's a very small change, but his brows tend to relax more and he's more likely to smile.

-> This changes more when they're older. He finds himself actually smiling and able to be a goober in public.

-> Ronnie acts a bit like a security blanket for him. That thing when you're with your friend and can just relax because at least someone there gets your sense of humor

📓 - Dry! The most dry humor you could have in a human being! There's a bit of a gallows humor in there, too. Which doesn't always go over well with other people, so he tends to keep to himself.

📓 - While he got Jean's hair, he inherited his dad's nose and eyes. He relates to his father more on personality, too.

-> He didn't really get his father's temper, just that no patience for bullshit attitude. Ronnie tends to pick on him when he tries to give him the stare ™.

"You know you look like Dad when you do that, right? You have no power over me. Put it away."

"I hate you."

"No~ you~ don't~"

-> That being said, the boy struggles with depression at a pretty young age. The tired look isn't always because he's bothered.

-> He's introduced to medication pretty quickly, something Jean is immediately on top of. As he gets older, he stays with his therapist for as long as he can.

📓 - Does very well in school. He has a heavy hand in Ronnie passing any of his classes. Rowan will accept nothing less than perfection. Straight A student the whole time.

📓 - He's got a small phobia of failure. A small compulsive need to be the very best because messing things up stresses him out. He gets caught up in his head over the slightest fuck up.

📓 Hobbies Inclide-

🎸 - Rowan plays bass! He loves music just like his brother! But unlike Ronnie, he doesn't just stop at one instrument.

🎹 - Piano is his guilty pleasure. He loves classical music sure, but just about anything that can be played on those ivory keys puts him at peace. He'll often use this to calm down if he's going through it.

⚾️ - Rowan found himself really enjoying baseball! He likes basketball, too, but only when he's playing with his family. But with baseball, it's his. He doesn't share that with anyone else. A lot of nights when he's supposed to be sleeping spent at the field.

📓 - Writing! Writing! Writing! Oh god does the boy write! Poetry, stories, lyrics, even plays! You name it, Rowan dabbles in it!

⛺️ - And of course, just like Ronnie, he loves camping. It's quiet. Most of the time, it's relaxing. Most of the time, he's alone. No expectations. Just nature and maybe finally getting some sleep.

📓 - He sleeps very poorly. A lot of that comes from that he feels like he's wasting time when he's asleep. Rowan can't accept anything less than perfection as stated above, so that means every moment MUST be dedicated to doing something.

📓 - Most times, you'll find him with his headphones in. He's not shy about it either. He buys the big ones that go over your head so you know he doesn't want to be messed with.

-> That isn't to say he doesn't want the company. He very much does. He's just afraid.

-> Living with depression is hard. Especially when you have your downs. Rowan often feels like he's too much to deal with, so he doesn't let many people get close.

-> That part of him that feels like he needs to be good at everything he does doesn't translate well with social encounters. He often feels he's not as good as Ronnie is, so it stresses him out.

-> Eventually, if he's around you enough, he'll loosen up. It just takes time.

📓 - His relationship with his grandparents is very special to him. As is his relationship with his religion. Rowan keeps to himself about it for the most part. After all, it's his relationship with his religion... no one else's.

📓 - Spends a lot of time with his grandparents, helping them with the holidays and learning as much as he can from them. He loves his grandma Sheila very much.

📓 - As much as Ronnie is a mama's boy, Rowan gets along with their father more. Kyle is one of the few people where Rowan can just be at peace around.

-> So his relationship with Jean isn't rocky, like Ronnie and Kyle's is. It's more like... both of them are walking on ice around each other.

-> There's a lot of times when Rowan feels like he can't compete with Ronnie. He sees how his twin brother and his mother get along so well, and it kind of hurts sometimes.

-> Jean fully blames herself for any and all of Rowan's mental health. She struggles with depression and now her baby boy has it. It's heavy stuff.

-> So these combined insecurities just cause them to dance around one another. But, just like how Rowan had to call his brother out, Ronnie calls him out for it when they're older. Telling him to talk about it and stop holding it in!

📓 - Rowan does, however, think his "Uncle" Stan is the coolest guy ever! He grows up listening to all of those old Crimson Dawn albums. Steals his mom's old shirt and watches every recording.

📓 - Even though Ronnie gets the reputation for being a bit of a flirt. It's Rowan, who's a bit of a heartbreaker. He turns a lot of people down, usually using the excuse that he's too busy. (The real reason is that fear mentioned above.)

📓 - Rowan is demisexual. It's takes him a while to get comfortable with another person, even more so when it comes to romance. Like his twin, he doesn't care what gender you are...it's who you are that matters.

-> He is very protective over his people, though. A very big, protective older brother figure.

-> But when he falls, he crashes. If he catches feelings, that's it. He's done for. There's a tight feeling in his chest, he mistakes for anxiety, and he's a certified fumbler.

📓 - His voice claim is the singer Sawyer Hill! A few of his songs are on Rowan's playlist for a reason!

📓 - He very much wants to be an author when he's older. I definitely share the headcanon that Kyle becomes a professor later on in life, namely English.

-> But I think Rowan puts that to the side when he's a young adult in favor for Ronnie's dreams.

-> It's not something he'll ever bring up to his twin, but Rowan sacrifices a lot of himself for his brother.

-> The whole reason he picked up bass in the first place was FOR Ronnie. The bass is often the instrument that holds the band together, but it takes more of a background role to say, the guitar. Even though he was named after Dio's guitarist.

-> And that idea sort of represents their relationship as a whole. Ronnie relies on Rowan to keep him grounded and put together. While Rowan relies on Ronnie to sometimes take that step into the unknown, to remember to breath.

-> A lot of Rowan's personal story is growing up too fast, and like his brother, finding your own identity in all of it.

-> On a more uplifting side, it's also about accepting that your feelings are valid and depression is a struggle, but you're so very strong for overcoming it. For learning to live with it!

-> Rowan often feels indebted to his brother. For as much as Ronnie thinks he needs Rowan. He feels it to be the other way around.

Hey, once again, thanks for reading this far! I truly adore you, and I'm floored every time I read those kind tags! I hope you enjoyed it and thanks for sticking around! Here's a Playlist for your troubles!

[localgardenweed]

Completely forgot to share this edit a few days ago but working on their club portrait

[gomzdrawfr]

me when no internet: drawing in pain cuz no music or ref

me when internet: want draw but too tired

[doodlingwren]

Throwback to this one frame from an animatic I was making but never finished on time to be posted on Valentine’s Day lol

[ccomilk]

[ID: Leo from RotTMNT lying on his bed, reading a Jupiter Jim comic and looking unimpressed at the viewer. He’s bathed in blue light from the fairylights canopying his bed. End ID.]

drew leo this time!!

[dkettchen]

oh also in other news, I had my revision top surgery today and it went well!!

I keep fucking having to remember like omg right I had surgery today bc it was such a tiny revision so it's like the babiest surgery I've had to date compared to its "I can't straighten my spine" and "I can't fucking breathe" predecessors 😅

[connor-rk800]

A Bloodhound’s Rehabilitation

The Final Chapter is up!!

A slow burn RK1K story that follows the immediate aftermath of the game, including Hank, Alice, Gavin, post-revolution Jericho, character-based shenanigans, and an exploration of Connor’s guilt and identity. It's about found family, grief, love in perilous times, and putting Connor through the fucking wringer all for him to finally feel like he deserves the peace he gets in the end.

Tags: Hank Anderson & Connor, Markus/Connor, Gavin Reed & Connor, Alice Williams & Connor

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55689172/chapters/141363133