#the two enbies duking it out

[olrinarts]

day 18; healing

that yuri rock gods au has a stranglehold on me art-wise, so even though i'm still tooling around with shamura's design, here we go

(could i do more to finish this? my heart says yes but my hands say no)

drawn with 'Antagonist' by Nova Twins playing on loop in the background if that helps (please listen if you like rock they're so good), it's the theme for this fight and if you hear the lyrics you'll understand why the Lamb uses it to take Shamura down

[smilesheartshugs]

Gender shenanigans ideas with the bat fam:

Tim and Cas are both enby in the sense that “yeah people put me in this box but I don’t really have another box to go to so might as well be this.”

Jason never felt comfortable in his skin, but it wasn’t until be got dunked in the magical green buff juice. After the rage has cleared up and he’s in an area where he could stop and think he realizes that he may not be a boy. But because of his physique and how necessary he is for crime ally he doesn’t think he can change it. He doesn’t even let himself try out other pronouns. *no he can’t be a girl what are you talking about? Girls can wear the pretty skirts and he can’t*

Dick is gender fluid though usually male or male adjacent. He feels comfortable in his own skin and wears what ever he wants whenever he wants.

Duke was very very young when he found out he was trans and his parents let him transition so you that he just kinda forgets that he’s not cis. No one knows he’s trans but he just genuinely forgets to tell people. He’s been doing his own testosterone for like two years before his parents got jokerized so it kinda just fell through the cracks. He doesn’t feel the need to tell people either he’s just kinda there.

Babs is mtf and confident with her self.

Steph thought she could be enby for a period of time but she’s a cis girly pop. She just doesn’t like being treated like she’s less than and has no interest in “traditional female value” (cough cough misogyny)

Damian is a guy, he has never thought to question his gender. He was told he was a guy since birth so clearly he must be a guy right? Right?? Well he’s obviously not a girl, not that he hates wearing skirts or makeup he’s just not a girl so that means he’s a guy.

[torque-witch]

Meet the Witch - 2024 Edition

Honestly I have not introduced myself in a LONG time because I've had this account since 2014 ish - so in case there are new people here this can be a good reference point.

So hi, hello - this is me in 2024. You can call me Cara but most people here know me as Torque! My pronouns are They/Them and I am currently 32 and married. I live in Pittsburgh, PA.

Most people know me for my devotion to Hel, Norse goddess of Death and my art of her!

(My hair is a bit longer so I just pull it back - but I barely take pictures anymore. Anyhow -)

What's new?

Still chronically ill and disabled; in 2024 we are still recovering from medical trauma that induced two phobias, POTS-like symptoms and a mystery digestive issue that is probably the severe IBS my meds that caused the trauma were controlling.

I am currently and hopefully to stay fully self-employed after finally getting off my feet from said trauma that left me pretty house-bound for a year. Somewhere in there I got a job with a catering company that truly was terrorizing, never reported me for taxes and therefore fucked up my finance history.

But, in 2024 so far I have done a good amount of shows and toured again briefly with the Oddities & Curiosities Expo group in cities outside of PA and that was incredible! I grew a lot as an artist, and it really helped me to work through some of my phobias and continue to stabilize.

You can find my Etsy here but I am focusing most of my efforts on shows! It would be best to follow my Instagram to keep up with events and new products!

Otherwise I've just been focusing on adulting and trying to fix our finances so that we can actually buy a house someday (hopefully).

A fun fact is that I started listening to ATEEZ in mid-2023 and got to see them in concert in DC this year as a bday gift to myself. It was absolutely the most incredible thing I've ever experienced. They are PERFORMERS.

If you're still on the fence about listening to Kpop, you're missing out! I poo-pooed it for a long time as cringey, but ATEEZ has very progressive lyrics and most of the fan-base in real life are alternative women and enby's in their 20's and 30's. Seriously the most fun I've ever had.

Other than that if I need to state it again, this page is for representation and acceptance of all forms and hate will not be tolerated. It's impossible to write out all the ways that people can be hateful but basically don't be a nazi or phobic in any way.

Not much else happened this year except a bunch of small-town drama associated with said catering company (story time?) and shit with our previous landlord (we moved). I made some really good local friends that I'm so appreciative of, and joined a DnD campaign for the first time!

My character is Ashaf Tendara, an Arcana Cleric archeologist who accidentally found some ruins of Ubtao and now unfortunately because of one of the sessions, their way of spell-casting is just screaming T-rex noises for ten minutes straight (Ubtao is related to dinosaurs somehow). We've finally emerged from the poop dungeons in said campaign, and some of those interactions I've wrote down are truly incredible. My Mage Hand is also a spectral sticky hand. My husband's steel defender's name is Duke Poop'em because of said poop dungeons.

I also read manga, watch anime and still read young adult fantasy at my big age (Adult SciFi is sooooo dense omg but it just takes me longer lol) and watch cozy game and horror playthroughs on YouTube. I listen to podcasts a lot about the paranormal, true crime and reddit readings.

Basically I'm a chronically ill and online shut-in artist with some witchy stuff sprinkled up in there.

I hope that was exciting and super informative. If you have any questions please send them in!

-Torque

[fefuckability]

The Tellius bracket qualifier! Starts December 29th at 3pm EST

Here's how it's going to work:

There are going to be 14 qualifying polls (ten for the men, four for the women)

Pick your most bangable favorite from each poll

Polls will run for one week (I'd prefer 3 days but alas Tumblr doesn't offer the option yet)

The top 64 male characters and the top 32 female characters will qualify for the men's and women's bracket (there's actually only 32 women total this time so no one is getting cut, the qualifier is more to decide the bracket match-ups)

Polls:

Qualifier 1 (Ike, Oscar, Boyd, Rhys, Shinon, Gatrie, Isaiya, Zaitan, Burton, Wystan, Laverton, Djur)

Qualifier 2 (Soren, Mordecai, Volke, Kieran, Brom, Zihark, Levail, Alder, Duke Seliora, Lombroso, Septimus, Pugo)

Qualifier 3 (Makalov, Muarim, Stefan, Devdan, Reyson, Janaff, Pelleas, Jarod, Ludveck, Valtome, Numida)

Qualifier 4 (Ulki, Tauroneo, Ranulf, Haar, Bastian, Geoffrey, Danomill, Mackoya, Seeker, Norris, Gashilama, Kimaarsi)

Qualifier 5 (Largo, Nasir, Tibarn, Naesala, Giffca, Oliver, Dakova, Emil, Balmer, Kamura, Kotaff, Nedata)

Qualifier 6 (Shiharam, Bryce, Ashnard, Greil, Caineghis, Dheginsea, Izuka, Zawana, Ikanau, Havetti, Maijin)

Qualifier 7 (Sephiran, Lekain, Hetzel, Nealuchi, Muston, Jorge, Kayachey, Homasa, Kasatai, Schaeffer, Tomenami, Rikard)

Qualifier 8 (Daniel, Gareth, Lotz, Zelgius, Rajaion, Renning, Gromell, Hafedd, Heddwyn, Nolan, Aran, Volug)

Qualifier 9 (Rafiel, Danved, Skrimir, Radmin, Zeffren, Yeardley, Maraj, Tashoria, Silvano, Rommit, Istvan, Veyona)

Qualifier 10 (Sothe, Edward, Leonardo, Kurthnaga, Tormod, Yuma, Callum, Kezhda, Roark, Sergei, Goran)

Qualifier 11 (Micaiah, Laura, Ilyana, Meg, Jill, Fiona, Vika, Nailah)

Qualifier 12 (Elincia, Marcia, Leanne, Nephenee, Heather, Lucia, Lethe, Astrid)

Qualifier 13 (Calil, Titania, Mist, Mia, Lyre, Sigrun, Tanith, Ena)

Qualifier 14 (Ashunera, Almedha, Aimee, Anna, Ashera, Catalena, Elena, Petrine)

I am also adding a Google Form to submit characters for an enby bracket so Limstella, Kyza, and Bramimond don't get left out. These can be characters from any game as long as there is canon basis for them being nonbinary.

Extra notes under the cut

Characters who are excluded from voting:

Anyone who obviously both looks and acts like a literal child. Some characters are borderline so discretion may be used*

Generics and palette swaps (e.g. Pain and Agony, and yes I can't believe they named them that either)

Anyone who lacks either a portrait or a unique name

Kyza (they will be included on the Nonbinary bracket)

Special Notes:

I have no idea what to do with Devdan/Danved. They say they aren't the same character, but they kind of are, but they have different names. So are they palette swaps, or are they the same character with a different name and a palette swap? I would usually just exclude them, but they're playable so that feels like it should hold more weight. And then I was like. Screw it we'll just put both on there whatever.

There are some characters who, for spoiler purposes, technically have two different names and/or portraits. For simplicity sake I just picked one portrait/name to use for them.

All characters use their Radiant Dawn appearances (where applicable). Assume the characters are Radiant Dawn age and appearance if they appear there.

*I have played the Tellius games, but I haven't seen absolutely everything. I'm doing my best here. If there's a character on here who you think should be excluded just shoot me an ask or something with your reasoning and we can DQ them if necessary. Please actually send me an ask or DM with actual reasoning, don't just leave a snarky comment with no details and expect me to know what you expect to see.

[disregardcanon]

thinking about different ways to gender bend the roy siblings and like, SQUEE the possibilities.

cis fem kendall who never really thought about the indignities of not being considered a candidate for Heir TM alongside connor and roman until her baby sister points it out, and then vying for it becomes a compulsion along with the rest of them, with her NEVER being properly considered vs connor roman shiv because not only is she a girl, she’s not like logan in the ways shiv is. (connor is promoted to candidate here because logan’s only got two sons and just having roman and shiv duke it out isn’t really in his nature. he needs three)

transmasc shiv who faces not only the typical misogyny of Being Shiv TM but also the backlash of her “trying to be a man” to “win daddy’s approval”, whereas the transition just brings more abuse without any of the sweetness that sometimes came with being “daddy’s little girl” and sharpens it all into an even sharper knife

cis fem connor actually getting a lot more consideration and kindness because Girl TM but also being more thoroughly sibling-parentified, as well having “female hysteria” brandished against her and her mother’s institutionalization used more thoroughly whenever she so much as Has an Emotion. also: “where are my grandkids. where is the husband?” while femcon is an entire lesbian who’s just living in denial about only wanting “female friendships” and having to buy them

transfem connor like trying to be caitlyn jenner and logan just refusing to acknowledge that connor even exists any longer 

enby kendall who is very Kendall TM about it all but it’s a very real thing that is very important to him, even if he keeps going back and forth about whether or not he’ll embrace himself. like he finds out that you can be Not a Boy and Not a Girl and he’s like I Am An Experience TM. and everyone’s like oh my god shut UP kendall. and he never ends up exploring his gender much further, except in the context of when he’s trying to be The Most Progressive, but it actually weighs on him a lot that everyone in his life thinks something that important to him is “stupid” and “made up”. number one boy is both a source of comfort and intense pain because his dad brings it up most when kendall is going into one of his “weird genderfluid bullshit phases”

not doing roman because i really feel uncomfortable delving too deeply into roman. sorry babes

[f4nd0m-fun]

I wrote a blurb

Vlad was shaking, his entire focus on Danny. CPR of course wouldn't work, they didn't need to breathe and their hearts had a habit of stopping anyway. And a shock to the system... Danny had already died from that once, he didn't need to risk it again. So Vlad did all he could do, trying to impart his ectoplasm, trying to keep it neutral and unaligned with his core as much as possible. Vaguely, he could hear a voice nearby, but he didn't have time to focus on it, he had to take care of Danny.

"-Masters? I called in ambulances for those that are hurt, I can provide some immediate care though." Bruce often joked about his family making him learn first aid because of his clumsiness, but now was far from a good time to joke.

Vlad froze up as the shadowy presence almost overwhelmed him, not for lack of his own power mind you but a lack of focus on projecting his own energy in an attempt to put everything towards helping Daniel. But, as his eyes met with this man's, and he Saw beyond the shell, his eyes flicked to his chest. Before his brain could react, Daniel's core was in his hands, and swiftly pressed into the man's chest.

Bruce stumbled back in surprise, almost reacting to an invisible threat according to his body language, before slowly relaxing, with a confused expression, one hand raising to his chest.

Vlad DEFINITELY gets interrogated about what happened.

Also, slightly off but not really it's HCs about the bats in terms of gender stuff.

Bruce and Dick are fluid, Jason is Trans (ecto is magic hrt or something because it uses vibes not reality?), Tim is masc enby while Cass is fem enby, Step and Duke and Damien are Cis.

Anyway, Alfred probably knew this would happen, and he's way too nonchalant when he gets told. Meanwhile the kids are torn between worry and laughing at Bruce. At least Vlad is able to get them in contact with Frostbite.

Now... I can just see Bruce actually starting to make a nest tied with his obsession (family and protection, the kids aren't going anywhere if what they need to do can be done remotely), and getting all broody and stuff as the ghost instincts come up. And, if he slips out to patrol because his babies Gotham needs him, I'm just laughing at the idea at one of the rogues who's been pregnant going "I didn't know you were trans" and just... the chaos. Or maybe it's someone from the JL who notices first. Like, he was born male but because of his mixed heritage, well, it's a mess because of presentation.

Actually, now I'm wondering if Bruce would be relatively Feminine leaning during this core thing, or if he'd still flip flop. Ghosts and such kinda just portray how feels right since they can't usually remember living forms well, so gender is kinda a weird concept to them, not really something they focus on and so they don't really care in terms of the incubation. But humans? With the bias towards female presenting pregnancies, would that effect how Bruce sees himself? Like yeah he's not gonna be presenting outside of instincts, but still.

Also, if the different cores are compatible, parents will often switch off who's on core duty at the time, not necessarily something Bruce can do since the cores in their mixed up family are so different, but still.

And then a cracky comment from Vlad. Essentially "I'm sorry I panic pregged you I'll help your son." Because, Jason? Halfa or halfa-adjacent with a fire core. One thought was that Joker goes after him again and this is how Bruce finds out some of his kids are more Liminal than others.

But yeah, stressed out Vlad, mid-interrogation, hair floating a bit with black tips, ponytail splitting in two maybe, claws digging into the table. Meanwhile, Bruce can't stop himself from purring and his kids, Jason especially, are Not Letting Go, 'totally because I'm worried about the old man not because the purring is nice!'

It's just... it's Chaos.

Vlad is Still trying to Ignore the fact that this man feels like Pariah, at least until he meets Alfred and just... Freaks Out a bit because CLOCKWORK?!

At some point Pariah gets loose again, maybe Bruce finds out he's his dad and, hey, even if he's crazy now, it can't be worse than Flashpoint right? And to learn his Mother has been watching over him as Gotham..? Gods. There's a reason she loves her knights, and she especially cares for Jason, her favorite grandbaby. Anyway, somehow Pariah doesn't go crazy this time (maybe because his obsession was always more family/community than Power and the only reason he was obsessed with Power before was because he thought it was the only way to protect his family but it drove him Insane but now... he can be with his family again).

So yeah, that's a spiel, have fun? 😅

Meme Prompt 2

Thinkin of feral halfa Jason again. No surprise there.

[rynn-png]

Here @actuallygoodbatfamilymemes

(also dami is 13 and has been friends with jon for abt 6 months whos 12 in this fic jons only slightly mentioned here in like one sentence)

(this was originally supposed to be hc but i wrote a whole essay and realized its actually a fic also thus is trash sorry this is my first fic)

I like you have a enby dami fic

Damian never felt really comfortable with he/him some days he would absolutely hate it and hate how he looked

He always felt like that and weirdly enough never thought anything of it rather focusing on his training then an identity crisis

That was until he lived with his father and the annoyences he called brothers

Its been two years since Damian first stepped foot in the manor and he was comfortable with everyone there not trying to fight everyone and everything he sees

And of course because of that his siblings made a “Protect Dami Club” a year and a half ago

If Damian had any questions they would help him especially with feelings

And of course the Protect Dami Club TM noticed how Damian got quiter then usual and how he kind of stopped talking and started saying *tt* as the only response you’d get barely making comments which was a whole new weird

The Protect Dami ClubTM decided to investigate but they got nothing with out the help of Cass who was out of town at the time

So they decided to hold a meeting with Damian in it

“*tt* is this what you do with your free time” Damian said while being dragged to the meeting room annoyance laced his words

“Yep” dick said cheerfully Damian just kept his annoyed face he didnt know how someone can be so cheerful dragging someone else to a boring meeting

But oh poor Damian this wasn’t a regular meeting

He was sat at the white circular table in a regular chair while the others had bolted in white chairs like they were the justice league

“Okay whats going on” damian said annoyance in his voice again

Dick started “Well babybird there has bee-“ damian cut him off “just get to the point already”

“You’ve been acting weird whats going on?” Tim said so Dick wouldnt ramble on for an hour

Damian just looked off to the side not wanting to make eye contact

“So there has been something bothering you” jason said matter of factly

Surprisingly jason did attend meetings i mean what kind of brother would he be if he didnt help out demon spawn

“What?No of course not” Damian said trying to keep his poker face and a monotone voice but that what gave him away

“Hey babybird you can tell us if you’d like” dick said in a soothing

“Yea we’re worried about you Damian” tim decided to join

Damian just bit his lip

“Alright...” damian slowly let down his walls brick by brick with the help of his siblings and thankfully only dick,jason and tim were there and not duke or the rest of his siblings since he isnt as open to them as he is to the rest of the batbros

“I never felt how do i put it comfortable with he/him i tried to imagine myself with she/her but i hated it as much as he/him and i dont know what to do” Damian said breaking down hi-he- Damians brick wall letting the batbros know

“That sounds kind of complicated but we’re here for you baby bird” dick said reassuringly

“Yea demon spawn” jason said in a more reassuringvoice which no one knew he could have

“Have you tryed they/them?” Tim said

Dick looked at him with a confused expression while damian was just stunned not knowing that you could use they/them and jason just looked like...jason

“You-you can do that?” Damian said still stunned “yea...you didnt know?” Tim said like the demon knew you could use they/them “No i knew just decided to hate on he/him OF COURSE NOT *tt*” damian said with sarcasm

“Wanna test they/them?” Tim asks The gremlin

“...ye...” was the only response the rest of the batbros got

“How do you test out pronouns?” Dick asks Tim in a whisper

“Oh yea Damians here they just need to get ready they’ll be here any second so dont worry about them too much they’re not as dumb as Jason” tim says the last part in a quiter voice but everyone heard him

“Hey!” Jason said ready to body slam Tim

Damian didnt pay attention to Jason and Tims argument they were in their own world smiling like a certain super dork

“So guessing i’ll be using they/them for you” Dick said as he left ruffleing the youngests hair

[ambersky0319]

I've been reading the very limited amount of Blind Deceit and I thought of something cute 💛 He used to read stories to Virgil and Remus when Thomas was young, with the two never knowing that it was braille. Years later, Remus finds their old story books and decides to ask Dee about them in front of everyone. It leads to them all finding out that he's blind, Patton finding out that he's a great Dad and Virgil (whom he hasn't made up with yet) asking him to read after a Nightmare that night 💜

I had a lot of fun with this one! I really love Blind Deceit, and really hope you enjoy this!!!

Pairings: None/All platonic

Warnings: None really? Just lmk if I need to add anything!

Masterpost 

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Deceit was relaxing on the couch in the mind palace, one earbud in as he listened to a podcast. He and Remus had been… Mostly accepted. Things were still sometimes really tense, and he knew it would take a while for everything to settle. But Deceit took advantage of the calm day they were having. Roman and Patton were baking, if their laughter and the strong scent of chocolate was anything to go by. Virgil was still napping, or maybe just quietly scrolling on his phone. Deceit hadn’t heard a peep from him in a while. And Logan was reading nearby on the couch, the only indication he was there to Deceit being the frequent sound of pages turning.

And Remus was nowhere to be found.

Deceit guessed he was in the Imagination, preparing a prank for Roman. Or perhaps in his room, conducting an experiment.

And so Deceit closed his eyes, seeing the darkness that he saw all the time anyway, and lost himself in the voices of those on the podcast. He might as well enjoy this rare day of peace.

He didn’t realize he had fallen asleep until Remus was shaking him awake.

Deceit blinked, rubbing his eyes and looking in Remus’s direction. Deceit instantly knew it was him and no one else by the scent of fresh blood lingering in the air around the side.

“Yes, Remus?”

“Good! You’re up!” Deceit felt some stuff being pushed into his hands as he sat up. “I was digging around some old stuff, from when Virgie and I were really really young, right? And I found these!”

“Why would you even want find those old books, Remus?” Virgil asked tiredly, and Deceit could feel his gaze on the pair. In fact, Deceit could practically feel everyone looking at them. “They aren’t worth much.”

Remus stuck his tongue out at Virgil, glaring half-heartedly. “I thought you of all sides would be excited, considering they were always your favorite whenever Dee read them to us!”

Virgil’s surprise was evident in his voice. “You don’t mean-”

“They’re the old Disney classics.” Deceit finished, running his fingers over the covers lightly and feeling the familiar bumps of the title.

“Yeah! And I thought it’d be fun to read them myself, but I literally couldn’t understand anything. Dee, why’re they all in braille?”

“Because I’m blind?” Deceit stated simply, opening one of the books and tracing his fingers over the words. His eyes widened slightly. “Wait- didn’t I ever tell you?”

Remus was gaping at him. In fact, everyone was. There was a beat of silence, before Remus tackled him into a hug.

Deceit yelped as he suddenly had a duke clinging to him, laughing almost hysterically. Deceit blinked in confusion, but still held Remus close, because why would Deceit not? Remus was his family, as good as Deceit’s own child.

He tilted his head in Patton’s direction as the moral side began to speak. “You mean… You read to them when they were younger?”

“Don’t sound so surprised, Patton.” Deceit stated, running a hand through Remus’s hair as the side slowly calmed down. “They were young, and afraid. They had nightmares constantly. What was I supposed to do, just tell them to suck it up and just go back to bed?”

Remus squeezed him tighter.

“I can’t believe you know braille and never taught us!” That was definitely Logan.

“I can’t believe I never noticed, I just thought you had good eyesight!” Virgil, and Deceit could imagine the look of shock on his face. He sounded closer though. Deceit nearly reached out, to beckon him into his arms as well, just as they used to. But he thought better of it. They still hadn’t made amends, and he doubted Virgil would want Deceit to hug him.

“I did not realize it wasn’t obvious, it wasn’t something I was trying to hide from either of you. The rest of you, yes, but not you or Remus.”

He heard Roman’s signature princey gasp. “Hide it from us!”

Deceit just shrugged, feeling Remus move to sit next to him instead of on top, which Deceit was definitely a bit grateful for. The suffocating smell of death was a bit more bearable when Remus wasn’t directly on him.

“Wait- how are you even blind? Thomas isn’t blind!” Roman added, glancing to the others.

“Logan and Patton need glasses, do they not?” Deceit pointed out. “Yet Thomas doesn’t need glasses all the time.”

“He should wear them more often though,” Logan mumbled.

“Well, I guess Deceit never saw this conversation coming, huh?”

The others groaned as Patton laughed, and Deceit felt the small bit of tension in his shoulders disappear, smiling gently.

“Oh! Roman and I made brownies for dinner if everyone’s hungry?” Patton asked, glancing around. Deceit could tell Logan was about to lecture them that it wasn’t healthy, and he was right. Deceit still got to his feet to join them all for brownies though.

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Deceit was just about to fall asleep. He had stayed up listening to some show most of the night to unwind, and he could tell it was getting late. The others had all been asleep for a few hours now, if the silence of the house was anything to go by.

Just as he had pulled the blanket over himself, Deceit heard his door creek open and close softly. Deceit frowned, sitting up.

“Deceit?”

Virgil?

Deceit tilted his head. “Can I help you?”

Virgil hesitated, before taking a deep breath.

“I know… That we haven’t exactly made up, and we should probably talk things out soon and come to some sort of agreement, but I… I can’t sleep.”

Deceit raised a brow, confused. “Why are you coming to me then, and not Patton, or even Logan?”

“Because…” He could hear Virgil fidgeting. “I just, Remus bringing up those books reminded me of how nice things we’re. I had a nightmare and couldn’t sleep. And, and I don’t think Patton or Logan could stomach reading one of the classics. Certainly not Roman. And Remus is too loud. And you always had such a soothing voice, but I get if you would rather not and I can go and we could forget this ever happened-”

“Virgil, do you want me to read to you?”

Virgil swallowed, and his voice came out meek. “Yes…?”

Deceit bit his lip gently, before shifting on the bed. Virgil’s eyes brightened slightly as he climbed into bed beside Deceit, feeling some of Deceit’s arms wrap around him. He handed Deceit the book he wanted read to him- The Little Mermaid.

They both got a bit more comfortable, Virgil curled into Deceit’s side as Deceit began to read. His fingers traced the pages slowly as Virgil lost himself in Deceit’s voice, and soon Virgil drifted off back to sleep.

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[witchcraft-in-wonderland]

Dimmed Lights (Pt.3)

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Roman couldn't seem to function for most of the day after his meet up with Janus and Virgil. His mind was racing with different explanations. Was it a hallucination? That cant have been real, they're soulmates, no way he'd want to kiss you of all people when he has Janus seemed to be a popular excuse.

Roman was never very good in school, he mixed numbers up and could never seem to get his head wrapped around certain concepts, but today, that was multiplied ten-fold.

"Mr. Prince-Duke is there something you'd like to share with the class?" the teacher stood at the front, ruler aloft in her hand, eyebrows raised. She was mocking him, he knew that, most teachers tended to pick on the Soulless.

"No ma'am," Roman said, folding his hands in front of him on the desk.

"Are you sure? You seem awfully distracted, have you found your soulmate yet? Your marks dont seem to be glowing," the teacher said, grinning. Roman had to stop himself from pulling a hoodie over the tattoos.

"No, I havent, and I have nothing to share, so I think it would be better to get back to class," Roman said, a slight edge to his voice. The teacher frowned and turned back to the board. Purposely, Roman was sure of it, she'd blocked him from being able to see the notes on the board until she'd erased them, so all he had to go off of was the tone change of the board.

Roman let out a sigh of relief at the bell, rushing out of class before the teacher could say anything else. Next class was lunch, and he'd just remembered where he was going to sit.

"Sorry I'm late- lunch lines are getting ridiculously long these days-" Roman said as he slid into the seat across from the boys.

"Its alright," Janus replied, running his fingers through Virgil's hair. Virgil, it seemed, had decided falling asleep was a superior option to eating.

Roman ran his fingers through his hair nervously, averting his eyes. "So uh- how are your classes?" He said quietly, biting his lip slightly.

"They're alright I suppose, I much prefer theatre though," Janus said. Roman sat up a little.

"You're in theatre?" He said excitedly.

"Of course! What better place is there for me than the stage? Is there anywhere as sophisticated?" Janus said, smirking.

"The day you classify as sophisticated is the day my pet spider stops escaping her enclosure," Virgil mumbled slightly. Roman laughed, but quickly snapped his mouth shut at the glare he received from Janus.

"Well then I suppose we'll find her safe at home in her cave when we arrive home," Janus said, he had a slight pout etched onto his face.

"Aaaaaaaawwwwwww, did I offend you?" Virgil said, burying his head in the crook of Janus' neck. Roman pulled his jacket tighter over himself, trying to be as discreet as possible.

"Roman? Is something bothering you?" Janus said, eyes darting from Roman's arm and chest to his face.

"Hm? Oh- nonono I'm perfectly fine," Roman said, even though it was blatantly obvious that he was lying through his teeth.

"Alright, I wont intrude, but if we're making you uncomfortable you can tell us alright? We wont get upset," Janus said, smiling. Roman felt like he might've melted on the spot from that smile. No one had looked at him like that before. Roman snapped himself back to reality before his thoughts could get to much to handle, Janus already had a soulmate, Roman had no markings, they werent supposed to think of each other like that. Roman began to shove as much food as he could fit into his mouth, hoping he wouldnt have to start up anymore conversations.

"I heard you were having trouble with classes, yes?" Janus continued.

Roman shifted a bit in his seat "Yeah, I'm uh- not very good with math," he said, conveniently skipping the part where teachers actively singled him out on questions he'd never been given before.

"I could tutor you," Janus said simply, Virgil gave him another sardonic look.

"You keep looking at me like that and I'm putting you on the fridge," Janus said out of the corner of his mouth, Virgil shrugged and busied himself with the zippers on his hoodie.

"It'd be pretty hopeless, I'm not exactly a big numbers guy yknow?" Roman said, fidgeting slightly.

"Well, if you think it might help you can always call me," Janus said.

Roman's heart sank when he heard the bell that signified the end of lunch. But picked up as he remembered that he and Janus shared a fourth period.

"I'll see you after school ok Virgil? And for the love of everything please don't try climbing anything you shouldnt be," Janus said as he stood up. Virgil pouted as he got up and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I didnt even get hurt that bad last time!" He said.

"Oh sure, because nearly breaking a leg is definitely considered mild outside of theatre," Janus replied sarcastically. He gave Virgil a small kiss on the forehead before walking off with Roman.

"So how long have you two been together anyways?" Roman asked, tilting his head slightly.

"Oh we've been together for ages," Janus said, smiling fondly.

"That sounds nice" Roman said, trying to keep the conversation on Janus and Virgil so nothing would circle back to him.

"It is, of course Virgil wears his hoodie all the time so it took me ages to figure out he was the reason mine was glowing all the time," Janus said. Roman laughed slightly, imaging the two passing each other in the hall every day with no clue that they were supposed to be soulmates.

"So do you have any favorite productions?" Janus asked.

"Well that's a bit of a difficult one, theres so many to chose from isnt there?" Roman said, grinning. He and Janus spent the rest of the day discussing productions, Janus seemed to know a lot more about the actors, whereas Roman was more focused on the composition of things like the music, and both of them spent a good chunk of time talking about costumes.

Roman was glad Virgil had decided to kiss him in that hall, and it may very well have been for more reasons than one.

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Using this prompt that I wrote

Word count: 1050

Spoilers for the recent ASides episode (Flirting with Social Anxiety) because of one of the characters. (character list is under the cut)

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Characters: Sides, Thomas, Nico

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He didn’t even think Janus knew, but Remus did care about him. He knew as well. No matter how much Janus tried to hide it, Remus had gotten used to seeing the signs. So, he wasn’t surprised to find Janus upside down in one of his traps. Remus climbed up to cut the rope. “You normally see my shit.”

“Do I?”

“See, I can’t tell if you’re like this because you’ve been upside down for too long and the blood’s rushing to your head – or if you’re being overworked by society and the blood’s rushing from your head.”

“Society can go fuck itself – cut the rope already.”

“Oh, Jan. Take a break – you seem a lot worse than the other times you got overworked.”

“If I can land safely on my hands and come up from that, then I’m fine.”

“You’re going to land on your head.” Remus cut the rope and allowed it to ease Janus back to the ground, being sure not to hurt his friend. “Jan, you look like shit.” Shit was an understatement: Janus was paler than normal, there were bags under his eyes, his scales were flaky; he was worse than any other time he was overworked. Remus and Janus both realised that they were being summoned as they felt that familiar pull – even if it had been ages since either of them had been summoned.

 The others looked over the new arrivals, with a few slightly confused looks over their attire. “I was planning on talking to you all, but if you two want to sort out – that?”

“I’m in respectable clothing; Remus has a thing he can put the knife in. We’re fine.”

“Clothing wise, yes, but you definitely aren’t fine – you look like you’re about to fall over.”

“There’s a… stair… sort of next to me. I’m fine. Oh, hi Nico.” Nico was stood next to Thomas, obviously confused by what was happening around him. “Hold on – th-that one’s not even human???”

“I’m not? I never realised!” Worried for his friend, Remus glanced to check Janus. He was leaning on the wall behind him, almost using it to support him.

“And maybe he shouldn’t be here.”

“Remus, I’m fine.” Thomas proceeded to introduce the sides to Nico, making sure he had no worries about it all. Letting the sides leave again, as that was all he called them up for, they each sunk out and headed to their rooms.

 Janus flopped onto his bed, exhausted. A few minutes passed before he heard a knock on the door. Regrettably, he opened the door with the flick of his hand, not even looking up. “Who is it?” Instead of an answer, a paper aeroplane flew into his room. It was red with a golden tip – from Roman, obviously. “Calling me a bitch again, Roman? Or something else?” He sighed before giving the command for it to unfold and read.

“To Janus Deceit Sanders,

                                            While you may be a bitch, I noticed that you were not acting your normal self. Is there anything wrong?

§  Prince Roman Creativity Sanders”

Janus rolled his eyes before giving his reply. “Message for Prince Roman Creativity Sanders – God, I hate that – I appreciate your kind words about me, I do not need you to worry about me. I am perfectly fine. I would also like to ask my own question, and rest assured – I will know you lie to me. Did Patton ask you to send this? Kindly, message sent by Janus Deceit Sanders” He watched as the paper plane refolded itself, with the colours on it inverting as the sender and receiver changed. Shortly after, a red plane returned with a single word in the message. “Yes.” As he let the message fade with the end of the conversation, another letter arrived, along with the Duke. The letter was a pale blue with dogs and cats on – from Patton this time. “Why is my brother sending you letters? Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Is he flirting with you?”

“Oh, of course he is. He just absolutely loves me.” Remus flopped onto Janus’s bed, disheartened by Janus’s answer. “Why did you want him to be flirting with me?”

“I don’t know! I just – I don’t know.” Janus let the letter from Patton open as Remus stared into the ceiling.

“To Janus Deceit Sanders,

                                            I know you aren’t on the best of terms with Roman, that was a bad idea. But are you okay? Because you don’t seem it.

§  Patton Morality Sanders”

“Ya know what? I am not dealing with this through messages.”

“Oh, are we going up?”

 Summoning the other sides up, Janus waited. “You’re all back – is there a reason, we were doing stuff.”

“Don’t worry about it Thomas, I can silence us all and you two can continue, this is just the only place we can talk to each other.” Janus flicked his hand, silencing all noise coming from them. “Janus, why are we here?”

“You seem to have all realised that I’m not my normal self. Maybe, just maybe, there’s a reason for that. Let’s get this over with quickly, shall we? Morality is constantly trying to make Thomas be a good person but in doing so is making him take on more than he can handle and I’m trying to battle that so that Thomas’s mental health doesn’t fall apart. Logan is trying to stop you, but you don’t listen to him. Creativity is overloading Thomas with intrusive thoughts, albeit you don’t realise that, but you can still stop. Creativity and Anxiety are obsessed over the fact Nico has come into Thomas’s life and won’t give him any let downs or any breaks – you’re constantly talking about how ‘you could do this as your next date’ or ‘if you do this he’ll hate you, so don’t’. None of you are listening to Logan and logic is been thrown out of the window in most scenarios.”

“I –”

“Figuratively thrown out of the window. I am overworking myself to keep Thomas safe. I don’t think any of you even understand the strain that you’re putting on his mental health. I am going to leave you now, and I want you all to understand that you need to listen to Logan and think about Thomas’s health before you do anything.”

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#Askthetroubletrio: Virgil and Remus on a scale of 1 to 10(or more) how hyper are you? Also how long until cavalry arrives?

“Five minutes,” Roman offers leaning to the left to glance past the boulder he and Remus are hiding behind. Or he is hiding and holding Remus down. “I’m at a 9!!! Healing up and making a cool reception for the knights really mellowed me out!” Remus grins, vibrating with energy and still trying to get up and look at what is going on in the meadow.

“Stay put Remus!” Roman growls. He lets out a sigh in hopes of calming himself. “Virgil...” A loud clap of lightning striking a tree. “Is 20 an option?” he wonders. as he once again tries to glance at the meadow to come up with a plan of action. Mel lands with them and turns into a 14ft long snakelike creature and wraps themself around Remus, forcing him to stay put. “Thank you Mel,” Roman sighs relieved. He took a moment to hype himself up and then, after dropping his sword and his crown stood to approach Virgil.

In the middle of the meadow, curled in on himself, rocking back and fort in a futile attempt to get rid of the energy was Virgil. In a 4 ft radious around him was a dense ball of pure energy that crackled and shot out lightning everywhere. “Virgil!” Roman called. The knight flinched. “Leave! I’m too dangerous right now!” he called back, making several lightning bolts shoot out as if to prove his point. “Not going to happen!” Roman shouted as he inched closer. “I told you i will not be able to show my face in the kingdom again if you two aren’t by my side. And if i could, i wouldn’t want to! You can overcome this Virgil! Just let me help!” “You have to warn the knights! They’ll be here any moment... I... They can’t see me like this! How are they ever going to trust me if they see this? What if I hurt one of them?” More lightning struck the surrounding ground and trees. Roman’d had to summon rain around the meadow to keep the fires contained. “You won’t. And they’ll understand,” Roman assured him. And he fully believed that. But Virgil wasn’t convinced. His head shot up, pitch black eyes and ink black tear tracks making for a haunting and tragic sight. “You can’t promise me that. The second he saw the Night Terror’s energy was getting too much Percival left! Don’t tell me you didn’t make him to be loyal. A creature that was put in this world specifically to stick with me left because of this! Why would your knights react any better?!” Roman wanted to defend Percival, but the creature could’ve maybe left him with more of an idea of where he was going. It would help in comforting Virgil if he knew. It might not look it but Virgil was actually doing a good job of keeping the energy contained. If he wasn’t then it all would most likely just lash out and leave a crater the size of Brooklyn in the imagination. “Virgil, please, i just need you to calm down for me,” Roman insisted gently as he neared the edge of the energy field. The lightning kept missing him. Virgil must subconsciously be trying to chase him away, while also protecting him. Roman was going to push through thought. Virgil was here for him. He was honor bound as a host, a prince and a friend to get him home safe. First he had to calm him down. And this is where all those Disney movie nights of the past years came in handy. He took a soothing breath and started singing. “Aloha 'oe, aloha 'oe E ke onaona noho i ka lipo” Almost immediately, Roman could tell that the lightning was lessening. “One fond embrace,” he continued stepping forward as the ball shrunk, letting him approach Virgil. “A ho'i a'e au” Closer and closer still. “Until we meet again'” Finally he was in front of Virgil. He knelt down and held out his hand.”Ohana means family. And family means...” A trembling hand finds his. “No one gets left behind or forgotten,” Virgil muttered his yes shifting back to their natural color. Virgil was still trembling and energy was still bursting out in frightening bursts. “It’s too much Roman,” he confessed. “I won’t be able to keep it in forever. I’m so sorry i should have realized... I should have at least considered...” Roman was about to protest but then something was dropped in between them. “Amethyst? Brilliant!” he looked around and found Percy, shifting to hos dog form. “Virgil! Percy is back! He brought an amethyst!” Virgil frowned. “What off it?” “Long story short? This can store your magic!” Roman grinned already designing a few ways for Virgil to carry the stone with him. “Not everything, but hopefully enough to make it manageable.” Virgil let out a sigh of relief and looked at Percy. “Good boy. Sorry i ever doubted you,” he told him as he laid his free hand on the stone, directing the energy bouncing around in his head through his neck, shoulder, down hsis arm adn then via his fingertips into the stone. After a few moments Virgil let go and let out a sigh of relief. “How are you feeling?” Roman wondered. “Like I’ve had nothing but Remy’s favorite coffee for a week. Twitchy and hyper nervous. Please don’t ask me to do anything too intense today,” he groaned. “You take all the time you need to recover. Don’t forget, time works different here. we’ve been here for hours but... In the mindscape it’s been ten minutes. So no rush!” Virgil nodded. That was a good thing. He had a feeling Princey would want to stretch time before having to have a chat whit Patton and Janus over dinner. He flexed his hand and found smaller bolts of lightning shoot from them. “Virgie unlocked a new move!!!” The prince and the knight looked up to find the Duke runing up towards thme. “Virgin makes sparks fly!!” he cackled before starting to run around the meadow shouting about all the destruction and how it added to his masterpiece. Roman chuckled and ended the rain once he ensured himself that the fire was under control. Virgil though pondered that remark for a while. A new move? Cool.

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Live And Let Die, part 3

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Description: Agent 008 and Agent 009, professional spies for the MI6 with liscense to kill. Partners in both work and love. After an agent goes missing the partners have to once more go out into the field. (It’s a James Bond AU)

You don’t need to know anything about James Bond to be able to read this fic, trust me

Cw: Described assasination

Words: 3832

The sun had just about risen when the agents woke up. It was the morning after the mission and they were laying cuddled up in the hotel bed. Remus had plopped himself on top of Remy and wrapped his arms around them like usual. He said it was to snuggle while they slept but it was really so that he could act as a human shield for them even in sleep.

"g'mornin my dear dead heart of min-" Remus began to mumble out but Remy placed a finger over his mouth to shut him up.

He laid still and listened. The sound of someone opening the door to the hotel room could be heard followed by quiet steps. The agents glanced at each other. From the angle Remy was laying at they couldn't see much except for the ceiling and their husband's face. Remus slowly moved his hand under the pillow and grabbed the knife he'd hidden under it just in case.

The footsteps continued until they stopped by the side of the bed. Out of the corner of his eye Remus saw the person move making his instincts go off. In one swift motion he'd turned around to press the knife against the enemy's neck.

"What a charming greeting 008" Q also known as Logan muttered out. He eyed the knife held against his neck with an unimpressed look on his face. He had a black briefcase with him.

"Q!!!" Both of the Rems let out a happy exclaim.

"You should have said you were coming!" Remy said while sitting up in the bed.

"That's what she said" Remus added.

"I wasn't going to but then I figured it would be for the best if this mission got another step"

Remus moved the blanket aside and patted the spot between the two Rems "Cuddle up motherfucker!"

"008 please put some pants on. I've seen That thing enough for a lifetime" Q stated before sitting down in the middle.

The Rems promptly latched onto him. Hugging him. Remy ran their hand through his pressed down curly hair. Remus nibbled kisses by the start of his neck.

"So 008, you said in your report from yesterday that the man who held the real copy of the keys to Picani's room was named Ron Stewart correct?"

"Yeah"

"Well I discovered that he is on a train today towards Lithuania along with cargo for his company. His company is stated as an electricity manufacturer but it didnt take a lot of research to find he also has ties to something else. I am not sure of what yet but it is earning him a lot of income. For your information Picani's mission before he was killed was to find solid evidence of what this side business was"

Remy held back a wince at the mention of Picani "Aight easy. We get on the train. I Kill him. We figure out like what the fuck he's up to and like revenge Emile. Piece of cake" Remus nodded along.

"Yes well" Q opened the briefcase "In other news I took a few gadgets with me to aid you" He took out a pair of black high heels and handed them to Remy "Same function as always. Black like you requested"

"It's 'cause black tots goes with like anything"

A small box, not bigger than a thumb, was up next. Q opened it slightly to show white pills inside before giving it to Remy "I've tried to make it so the taste of poison is even less subtle"

The enby got a sinister smile on their face "They won't know what hit them!"

Remus dragged in Logan's sleeve "Me time!! I want gadgets too!!!"

Q nodded before taking out a long thin black straw and gave it to the duke "Be careful. Please! This is your 7th laser so don't break it. It's not a knife. It's not a stick. It's a laser. It heats things up. It doesn't cut through things. It heats them up. Please I don't want to have to make another one"

The duke looked at it with a giddy smile before looking up. A few moments of silence went by before his smile disappeared "That's all? I only get 1 gadget???? Rem got 2! You're playing favorites just 'cause you fuck them!"

"No. I am playing favorites because they don't break their gadgets!........But I do actually have another gadget for the both of you"

Q took out 2 pens and several coins. He sat the coin as far away on the blanket as he could. He pressed down on a specfic point on it before leaning back and pressing the pen up and down 5 times. The coin exploded leaving a hole in the blanket. The Rems let out oooohs and ahhhhs in response.

"Explosives. Each coin causes 1 explosion. Right now I'll give you 20 to use but you can always request more. Oh and 008" He took out 2 packages of pills "You forgot you stimulants" It was to help him focus better, his lil autistic rat brain wasn't good at that "And antidepressants at the base again so I thought I'd bring them to you"

"Aww thanks Q. How caring!"

"No problem. As your quartermaster I must care for you after all. INcluding caring for your mental health. Well I wish you good luck on your mission"

The Rems glanced at each other before sending Q puppy eyes. "You can wish us good luck better than that can't you?"

Logan let out an amused sigh and rolled his eyes before nodding. He gave Remus a kiss on the lips before doing the same to Remy. He was aro and didn't see kissing as a serious thing, neither did the Rems. The kissing before missions was just a nice tradition.

Remy traced their finger over their lips "I already have a feeling this mission will go splendid"

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3 hours later Remy was sitting by a luxurious vanity in front of a mirror. They were meticulously filling in their lips with cheery red lipstick. Remus came up from behind and put his hands on their shoulders before leaning down to press a kiss to their cheek.

The enby took the blade laying on the vanity and held it up to his face "Dear if you kiss me now you'll ruin my make up and I will have to kill you for that"

"Sounds like a sweet death" He teased in return.

"If I wanted to make it a sweet one I would"

Remus glanced around at the make up products while putting on an overly extra pout "Why can't I ever get to be the lady???"

"Hun you have a giant caterpillar on your upper lip and it is the bane of my existance. If you could just let me shave it off-"

The duke gasped and covered his precious mustache with his hands "NEVER!!!"

" Well it would make disguising you much easier. If some baddie sees you once they're gonna remember that nasty ass muschie for like months! And secondly you don't really have like the right bone structure. Like girl you would look like the most beautiful lady I'd ever seen but you wouldn't look like the kind of gal these dirtbags want y'know?"

"I know"

Remy leaned their head against his chest and smiled up at him. "When we get home I can make you look nice and pretty kay? I'll evem lend you my fav mini skirts...As long as your dumptruck ass doesn't destroy them"

Remus grinned and let out a giddy laugh "OHOHOHOH let's get these bitches killed so we can get home PLEase!!"

After another half hour Remy was ready to go. They'd hidden a blade on their left thigh and stuck the box of pills on the side of their underwear. Remus took them by the arm and they walked out into the hallway of the train. They looked around various mini suites before coming out into a bigger cart. The bar.

Blue satin sheets framed the windows. Sunlight strimmed in onto dark wooden tables with comfortable seats surrounding them. The bar was ornate and it's menu was filled with expensive cocktails.

The enby bumped their elbow into their husband's ribs before pointing over to a booth in the corner. There Ron Stewart sat alone with a bowl of olives and a beer.

Remus mumbled a quiet 'you got this' before letting go off their arm. He sat down by the bar at such an angle so he could watch Stewart without it being noticeable. He ordered a glass of water and began to sprinkle copious amount of salt and pepper into it as he watched Remy go up to Stewart. Their body language was completely different. He overheard something about coincidences and seeing him at the casino. It didn't take long until Stewart had moved so Remy could sit down next to him.

The duke let out a content sigh and looked out the window. It was in quiet moments like these, while waiting for his spouse to do what they did best, that he admired them more than ever. All he could do was sit and think about how much he loved them. How he loved Every part of them. Thinking and thinking until it felt like his heart would burst.

It wasn't until someone bumped into him he got out of his thoughts. He looked up and saw Remy leaning on the bar.

"Vodka martini. Shaken not stirred please" Remy ordered.

Remus poked his elbow into their ribs plafully "Dork. Using my dad's catchphrase like that" He teased with a smirk.

They rolled their eyes at him before adding "And you can place a bottle of champange in suite 17!"

While the bartender worked on it the enby sat down next to Remus. They looked in the other direction while speaking so Stewart wouldn't notice.

"He's involved in human trafficking. That's where his like money comes from. Was supa easy to get it out of him. Dirty bastard. Didn't get what is in the cargo but he joked that it wasn't human at least"

"Okay good!" Remus exclaimed "So we go to the cargo see whats up. And then when we're done we can go back and arrest Stewart when we're done. Easy peasy pumpkin pie motherfucker"

Remy dug their nails down into the table so hard it left marks "Nah I'm murdering him now"

Remus opened his mouth before closing it again and thinking. He decided the wise and only choice was to support his spouse in their killing ways "Okay yeah sure. Have fun. If you're not back in 15 minutes I'll assume something has gone wrong and will come help"

They sent him a small smile "Thanks babe"

They downed the martini in one sweep and took a deep breathe before putting on their fake smile again. They went back to Stewart. All it took was a few flirty comments while leaning close to him to get him to walk with them to his room. Like a lamb blissfully going to the slaughter.

The champagne had been set on the bedside table in a bucket of ice like they'd requested. Stewart sat down on the edge of the bed and patted the place next to him. Remy obediently sat down. A taste of nausea filled their mouth when he placed his hand on their inner thigh. But they kept their facade of liking it up. Kept it up even as he whispered what he wanted to do with them into their ear and pressed kisses to their neck.

Remy leaned away when he tried to go for a kiss on the mouth "Shall I get the champange Dear?"

He eagerly nodded in return. They got up and made sure to move slow. They cast a look back at him while moving their dress up up to their right hip, just enough so a bit of their underwear showed. They ran their hand under their underwear line feeling where the small box they'd hidden laid. The box with poisonous pills in it.

They kept their expression the same as they caught hold of the box and in one smooth motion hid it under their bracelet. They kept their dress up as they poured up the champange. Out of the corner of their eye they could see Stewart only looking at their thighs so they took the opppurtunity to let a single white pill go down into one of the drinks.

It dispersed in the drink in under a second. They made a mental note to give Q an extra kiss for his excellent job the next time they saw him. They gave the glass to him before sitting down to straddle his lap.

"Cheers" Remy said.

"Cheers baby"

Their smile widened as they watched him drink. They waited until he'd emptied the glass before smashing their own glass against his skull. Stewart barely had time to let out a yell before they'd pushed him down with his back against the bed. They laid their weight on hips to keep him down while forcing his arms over his head.

"What are you-" Stewart didn't finish his sentence. He let out a strange sound as his face began to turn red. The poison was setting in.

Remy took the blade from their thigh and held it up to his neck. Close enough to let out droplets of blood but not close enough to cut him open.

"When I got home after staying out all night for the first time my moms cried of relief because they were sure I'd been taken by human traffickers working for the likes of you. I've had friends go missing just 'cause people like you think no one will notice if a homeless person disappears" They growled out.

"I will-" He forced out.

"Honey you won't do shit" Remy interrupted. They let out a cold chuckle "You'll lay there and wait to see if the poison or-" They cut the knife into his neck with such precision it hit the veins just enough to open them, like they'd done a hundred times before "the blood loss kills you first"

Stewart couldn't say anything more. He was choking on air and blood at the same time. The white satin sheets turned red as Remy sat still and watched every slight change in his expression. It went from anger to a pained one to complete fear of death.

His legs kicked to instinctively try and get Remy off and his hands flailed around his neck to try and stop the bleeding but it was to no avail. Soon his limbs stopped moving and the desperate sounds he'd been letting out quieted. Before finally his eyes became glossy and he stopped blinking. The blood had stopped dripping out.

"Blood loss huh" Remy said to of course no answer.

They stood up and hid the blade under their dress again. They let out an annoyed groan when they noticed blood stains on the dress. They'd liked this one! They searched around the room for anything useful.

In the drawer of the nightstand they found a key card to the cargo section of the train. They gave themself a pat on the back and was about to leave when they saw a document that had laid next to the key. They stuffed it down their top to keep it for later. Q was usually the one who told them if a document was important or not.

Remus shone up into a big goofy grin when he saw his spouse return. He held himself back from giving them a big long kiss. They took his hand, intertwined their fingers, and pulled him along to the small passage leading up to the cargo parts of the train.

There was a thick metal door stopping them from entering the cargo part. With a triumphant smirk Remy pulled out the key card and unlocked out while Remus gave them a small round of applause.

008 kept his gun ready in his hand as he entered the first cargo train with 009 right behind him. There were 2 guards who both immediately reached for their guns. Remus shot one of them at the same time Remy threw their blade into the neck of the other.

The couple high fived. Remy was using the new gadget high heels Q had given them. They took the heels off so the high heel turned into a normal shoe, it somewhat looked like a ballet shoe. Inside the heels 2 more blades were hidden.

The train was empty aside from a few meaningless boxes but there were one more cargo cart to look through. "How about I stay here and make sure no like bitches come at you from this side and you continue to the rest of the like cargo?" Remy suggested.

"Sounds like a plan!"

Remus pressed a kiss to the top of their forehead before quickly continuing on to the small outside part connecting the two carts. Remy closed the door behind him.

He pressed his ear against the door to the next cart. There were footsteps coming from the other side. He rolled up his sleeves before jumping up and just about grabbing on to the edge of the cart's roof. With a strained groan he heaved himself up. The wind nearly knocked him over as soon as he stood up. It was the last cart so whatever was important in the cargo section had to be in there.

The roof was made out of metal. Remus took out the black laser. He was careful to not point it at himself as he moved it against the roof. When he turned it a spark went off before it's cold blue almost fire looking laser burried down into the roof.

Slowly the metal began to melt. He moved it just as slowly around in a square motion. Until it had melted enough that he was able to move it. He made sure the laser created a small hole, just about to press a few fingers in, before turning it off. He covered his hands in the fabric of his shirt and let out a grunt as he grabbed onto the hole in the metal and moved it until a small opening down into the carriage had been made.

He peered down and like he'd suspected there were at least 10 guards inside. All of them were heavily armed. There was no way Remus would be able to take them all.

Luckily he didn't have to. He took one of the explosive coins and clicked on it before dropping it down into the carriage. He didn't even give the guards a chance to react before detonating it.

No more sounds came from inside the carraige. Remus dropped down from the roof and opened the door. The guards laid still on the ground. He checked their pulses. It was going slow and unsteady so they wouldn't be waking up soon (aka in several days probably).

There wasn't much in the carriage. A few box filled with guns and ammunition littered the wooden floor but aside from that all there was was a metal box in the corner. It was big enough to fit a human if they hunched down. It was thick enough that he doubted even one of the explosives would get it open. He tried the key to open it but it didn't work.

"What the fuck" He mumbled to himself.

On the sides and top of the box things were engraved. He was unsure if it'd been engraved a knife or...teeth.....somehow. The same sentences were written over and over.

Remus tried to read it but all the words swirled around and changed places. He hit his hands against his head and tried to concentrate. Usually Remy read things for him when on missions (and when home too honestly), and before he had them he had.....He had.....

He despised his dyslexia so much. Sensory overload could be avoided by Q ordering clothes with the exact textures he could handle and making him earpieces that filtered out just enough sound so he wouldn't panic. People didn't notice his lack of eye contact and fumbling with social cues and voice tones as long as he was looked normal. But there was no way to get around his dyslexia.

It took (in his opinion) an embarrassing amount of time before he was able to piece the words together. But when he finally did his body went cold.

Targets: 0̶0̶5̶ 0̶0̶1̶2̶ 009 008 - Remus Smythe

They knew his name. They knew his name.

Remus felt nauseous. His heart was beating so fast he could hear it. How the fuck did they even know that. What more did they know?? He was used to people knowing his name as Remus Smythe the son of Octavia Smythe. But not as Remus smythe the 008 agent.

He knew his mom could defend herself. All of the women, his caregivers, on the floating palace could. but still. At least they didn't know Remy's name. At least- At least- They were after them though! They specifically wanted to murder the love of his life.

Sure people had been trying to kill them before. Many a times. But he and Remy had known the two of them were strong enough to proctect themself. But....but....these people had killed Picani. Emile Picani! They could- they would-

He took a step back. Logically he should figure out a way to open the box. That was why he has here wasn't it? But he had to make sure Remy was okay. Had to-

He turned around and quickly went towards the door. He stopped midstep as he heard something metal-like crash under his foot. He looked down and realized he'd stepped on a dogtag one of the guards had been holding.

The metal plate was cold in Remus' hand as he tried to read it. His eyes widened. He didn't have to struggle to make the words out. He would always be able to recognize that name in an instant.

His hand shook as he forced the dogtag down into his pocket. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe.

He stumbled out from the carriage before throwing the door open to the next one. He was hyperventilating as he collapsed onto his knees. He looked up through tears at the blurry sight of Remy.

They'd been sitting on a box cleaning one of their blades while using the bodies of the guards they'd killed as a footstool. When they saw their husband they quickly went over and sat down in front of him. They moved their arms around his shoulders while checking for injuries.

"What happened? Are you hurt?"

"R-remy" He cried out. He hugged them as tight as he could and slumped his head against their chest. Uneven sobs racked his body.

"It's okay. It's okay babe. Shhh. Breathe for me" They moved their hand through his hair to soothe him "Just follow my breathing"

"You c-can't be hu-hurt"

"I'm not. I promise. You always take my injuries for me like an idiot. I'm 100% okay"

"It's- They- He-"

With a shaky hand he took out the dogtag from his pocket. It felt like the name engraved on it burned into his skin. Remy held onto his hand.

"What- who's tag is that?"

Remus glanced up at them with tear filled eyes "The f-former 009. Roman"

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Novel Ideas

Before NaNoWriMo I had a few ideas for books. Because of several covid cases in loved ones, getting and leaving a job, adjusting healthcare trans-state etc, I didn’t have time to actually work on them, but I want to. I’m gonna put them down here to gauge reaction / organize my thoughts.

I. My Isekai Power is a Third-Person Camera?!

Basic isekai fantasy setting, but the magical summoning spell got into the hands of nearly everyone. A person can use it once in their lives to summon a random person from some other world, who arrives with some unique item or ability, but over the decades most of these interlopers have lived out their lives as normal citizens and the spell has been suppressed by government to prevent radical shifts in world powers.

A handful of Earthlings are summoned into this world by different groups, with relatively weak powers they have to munchkin as they evade world government come up against the latest in a line of Dark Lords, and maybe solve the deeper problems that the world faces over and over again.

II. Spinning plates novel

Long ago a primordial force altered a fantasy planet, causing it to break up into a series of vertical rings that slide along the upper mantle in opposite directions to their adjacent rings. It’s possible to cross from one ring to another, and these borderlands are both magically unstable and highly valuable, because any location close to them will cooperate or conflict with every one on the neighboring side over the decades needing for a full rotation. Geopolitics are incredibly unstable, wars are short and violent, and each generation’s rotation is never the same as the last.

In this world some cultures have developed psionics, which tap into something in a person’s spirit and allows them to alter the mind, communicate across large distances, and permanently shave off parts of themselves to create larger wholes or animate the inanimate. Skilled psi-users are incredibly dangerous, but psi only works on other people who have it, so most psi users participate in organizations that keep them safe while they’re inexperienced.

A decadent society of dukes and gardens is about to come back into contact with a barbaric force which threatened to overtake its last generation, a country of gods built on the psionic powers of slaves. One psi user knows her lover is going to be conscripted to fight and die, and resolves to find some way to stop the war from happening. A traveler on his own personal odyssey escapes slavery and tries to outrun the coming conflict. And somewhere in the conflict is the hand of something larger, at the root of magic and the heart of the world’s turning, that wants to turn things to its own ends.

III. Lielit and Elodie

Magic and technology exist together, resulting in a world with 1991 computing, walking carriages, wide varieties of tame creatures and relative peace and flourishing. While most great minds set to work on areas of spellcraft and disappear into the higher echelons of academia, a special few choose to pursue radically nonmagical fields and share their fruits with the world. Elodie chooses to study victory as a concept, only receiving the equivalent of a grant when joined by her aide-de-camp, Lielit, who decides to study defeat and failure.

Fifteen or so years later, a young girl (maybe enby) named Rhys wants to finally learn magic from her mother, only to be placed under the tutelage of these two women, old friends of the family. (Possibly a few arcs of relatively light slice-of-life material ensues, punctuated by lessons on victory and failure, planning and mistakes, etc.?) Then Rhys’ mother goes missing, and what seems to be a children’s crusade sweeps across the streets of her city as multiple field-pioneers like Lielit and Elodie go missing or wind up dead.

IV. Split magic

Magical setting where wizards used to rule most of the world, leading to one final, apocalyptic conflict where one of the cleverest of them all tapped into the deepest roots of magic and sealed it away. Magic has a mind of its own and wants to be free, and so his protections are limited - there are eight spells left in existence, and each person has the potential to learn any one of them, but they can only learn the one and only a few hundred spellcasters can exist in the world at any one time. These spells are best at construction, growing food, traveling large distances or keeping things protected in harsh climates, etc. but each forms into its own guild and identity, and infighting and conflict continue, though lessened.

A couple hundred years later, the wounds magic left in the world are mostly gone, and the deeper secrets of how it works are either lost or kept under lock and key - most people don’t know how mages are made or that there can only be so many, to prevent newer ones from being assassinated. Nevertheless, when a hopeful student gets chosen to become a mage, a hit squad is quickly on his heels - and he’s stuck with the least useful of the powers, a magic for locking and unlocking things that only persists to keep very powerful forces contained far away from humanity.

But even escaping with his life isn’t the end of his problems, as magical politics rears its head and forces gather for a massive manhunt. The mage who sealed magic away is still alive, still somewhere in the world with the power to undo what he did, and as the underlying forces of magic gain back their power and fight their containment soon everyone wants a piece of him.

V. Oaths

The world is built on order, expectation and promises. Where they’re broken, things become muddled and uncertain. An underground organization, aided by beings that claim to be angels, maintains the order of the world, fulfilling promises that can’t be kept and fitting the world to its hopes. The more they do this, and the wider the effects, the more magic they have to work with.

On the flip side, there are ‘quislings’ - those who believe that the angels are a front, or that what they represent isn’t good. These people believe in radical self-determination, the ability to change their minds immediately and not be shackled to the past or the future, work to undermine the organization and siphon off the energy for their own uses.

A pair of close friends see past the masquerade by chance, and get inducted working under the angels. Over time, one defects and joins the enemy, and both of them continue to meet and deal with each other as they age and their conflicts shape the future of the species.

VI. Magical girl novel

Humanity’s collective unconscious produces creatures of great misery, walking bad trips that latch onto places of suffering and try to turn the corporeal world into their breeding grounds. Each generation, young girls become archons of hope, fighting back the darkness without letting the public learn of it, and trying to do enough good to outweigh their very human mistakes.

This generation, there will be four. One is a runaway, far from home, who’s forsaken her life to strike down the darkness with Hypantheum, the Wand That Dispels Pretense. Another is a schoolgirl who wants to protect the whole world, and who’s destined to discover everything bad about love. The third is an English student unsure of her path in life who’ll need to become a leader for the sake of her comrades. And the fourth, a gifted problem-child, finds that being a magical girl isn’t everything it’s cracked up to be.

Definitively not a grimdark Madoka story, but still one where evil and suffering are tangible parts of human life that need to be overcome (as opposed to a series of henchmen who ruin volleyball games). Topics covered may include sociopathy, suicide pacts, powerful dysphoria, hospitals, the desire to defeat death, cynicism, the fading of infatuation and new relationship energy, the inability to convince some people of what’s best for them, the comforting aspects of depression, the byproducts of Moloch, etc.

VII. Age of Em novel

A split collection of stories like Charles Stross’ Accelerando, set across two years as the all the major events in Hanson’s book play out from a few different perspectives. Challenging, in that most of the good ideas I’ve had about what would happen in a world like that also already exist in the original book, including the more obvious ways to make things different. There are a lot of individual threads and ideas here, but not a great thoughline yet.

VIII. Homunculus noir

With the rise of industry and technology, magic has faded into history. It never did very much anyway, compared to guns and diplomacy - but some of it lives on in the creation of magical items. These can be built relatively easily, but need to soak up ambient magic from the world and can take decades to power, leading to most being kept in safety-deposit boxes or built a generation in advance. Because of this limitation, magic is largely academic and its uses are limited to the super-rich.

There is one exception, though, where some artists can (always without trying), produce homunculi, living and sentient beings. It’s rare for an artist to produce more than one in their career, and over time they’ve been elevated to second-class citizens, living in ethnic enclaves nestled in large cities long after their artists have died. Most are essentially immortal, as most of their parts can be replaced or repaired, and see themselves as demigods, children of their creators and one of thirteen Muses. Some work in the wider city, some want to wait out humanity’s prejudice, some act to make things better in the here and now, and some turn to organized crime to maintain the peace.

In the enclave of Panangaeum one of them is a PI, and a damn good one, though he doesn’t get much work. He’s a statue built from the remains of a demolished prison cell, and he’s lived long enough to see a thing or two. When one of the enclave members goes missing, he has his most interesting case in a decade - and when another one turns up dead, he’s suddenly out of his depth. The human police and the local mafia both want things quiet again for their own reasons, and soon it’s up to our detective to stop a serial killer and find out what, exactly, he’s trying to accomplish.

[lovelivingmydreams]

Ask the trouble trio: pyrophobic side can now make fires with his mind, that should turn out great. Also glad no ones dead, so what’s the plan now?

Virgil got up, declining Roman’s offered hand. It was better not to risk shocking him by accident. The energy still crackled around him in smaller bursts now but still enough to do damage.

“The fires are a side effect of my lightning hitting flammable objects. And I’m more worried about Remus right now. We better find a way for us both to get rid of the energy before we get back to the kingdom.” He muses.

“Then that’s the plan! Remus conjures objects for you to hit with your lightning. It’s a two for one! You both get rid of the extra energy. And you can practice using your lightning safely!” Roman suggested.

Remus came to a halt by their sides once again. “Oooh! My favorite two things in one go! Making stuff and blowing it up!” he grinned.

“Your majesties! Sir Virgil!”

The trio looked up and found Dante had arrived, the father of the children riding with him on Snowdrop, and at least a dozen knights following.

The knights looked at the scenery in awe. It looked like a fierce battle had been fought on this field. But the royals and the knight looked unharmed. In fact, the Duke and the knight looked more powerful than when last they saw them.”

“Hi,” Virgil smiled, with a wave. Trying to cover up his inner turmoil by being casual about the situation. He’s not going to hurt anyone. Soon they’ll be out of the forest and he and Remus can start on that target practice.

Everything is going to be fine.

Oh, he really hoped everything would be fine.

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[ambersky0319]

Yo I have a fanfic idea, So basically,During a Sanders Sides video Logan is summoned while he and Remus are cuddling.Remus and Logan are both summoned and uhhh some awkward explanations are required. (Sorry if this sucks,thanks for taking time to even read this,Also I’m a really big fan of your intrulogical stuff)

When you somehow make this slightly angsty-

Warnings : Implied unsympathetic sides at the end(excluding Remus and Logan)

Masterpost

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Remus hummed gently, nestling further into Logan's arms. Logan laughed softly, holding Remus a bit tighter and pressing a light kiss to the back of Remus's neck. "You know, we can always do this more often. You can come into my room anytime."

"I know, but Dee needs help taking care of the others... Besides, it's even more fun waiting for a chance to come in here and relax."

Logan made a quiet noise of disagreement but didn't argue, instead nuzzling Remus's neck lightly and placing more featherlight kisses onto the exposed skin.

It was nice, being able to just relax and hold one another. It was so rare they got to do this.

"Ever tell you I love you?" Remus mumbled, twisting ever so slightly in Logan's arms and burrowing further into his chest. Logan started to comb his fingers through Remus's hair.

"You have, many times my duke."

Remus giggled tiredly, leaning up and placing a soft kiss to Logan's lips. "I still think I should say it more-"

"What the he'll are you doing on Logan?!"

Roman's voiced pierced through their whispers, thoroughly startling Remus and Logan. Remus shoved himself away as quick as he could, face reddening quickly. Logan's eyes were wide as he stared at the others, taking long breaths to try and stop his heart from beating into his throat.

"Um- it's not what it looks like, uh, you're all dreaming-"

"Remus, quit lying." Remus fell quiet at Deceit's words, almost recoiling.

"I did not see this coming..." Thomas mumbled, gaze flicking to all his other sides.

"Honestly he could do better-"

"Virgil!" Patton hissed, lightly hitting the anxious side's arm.

"You guys aren't... Mad?" Logan asked hesitantly, shifting ever so closer to Remus.

"Oh we're absolutely furious." Deceit rolled his eyes. "Logan, Remus, we ain't mad. Well, I'm not at least." He flashed them a small, sympathetic smile. "I think you broke Roman though."

Sure enough, Roman was hiding his face, mumbling to himself. "I got this," Deceit claimed, before placing an ever so gentle kiss to Roman's cheek. It startled the fanciful side out of his trance, cheeks flaring red.

"I'm with Deceit, I'm not mad," Thomas said. "I think I'm just a bit... Confused?"

"Yeah. How did you end up with someone like him?" Virgil pointed first to Logan then to Remus. "I mean, it's Remus."

"I'm right here, Virge!" Remus huffed, crossing his arms. Virgil just rolled his eyes.

"Why was I never informed that you two were together? Like, why? I'm literally your twin, Remus!"

Remus raised a brow, unimpressed. "Please, you wouldn't have been happy about it if we'd told you earlier. Not until you started fucking Dece-"

"Don't drag me into this!"

Virgil snorted, covering his mouth to muffle his laugh.

"We can always explain everything later... Why were we summoned in the first place?" Logan inquired.

"Unimportant now!" Patton piped. He sat cross legged in front of the couple still on the couch. "Tell us everything this instant."

"Um..."

"I think whatever's-"

"No, yeah, I wanna hear about this." Thomas sat beside Patton, leaning forward just a bit in eagerness. The others following their actions quickly.

Remus and Logan shared a glance, Remus biting his lip, unsure. Because there would be no way Patton or Virgil would be accepting of this right off the bat, never in a million years. But what use was hiding it now?

It would have been very useful, they later realized, to have just lied. Maybe it would have allowed them to remain happy.

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