#this is still in brainstorm stage btw

[ezlo-x]

hi I have thoughts to implement to my au maybe sorta I just thought the idea was cool. The Zonai were a Minish Tribe that were established in the Faron region when descending down from the skies

The Zonai were architecturally advanced as their structures and monuments were massive compared to their small size. It was at a point lead to believe that Hylians from a long ago past created those structures that are in the Faron region. Zonai don’t have a third eye in this, only highly respected Zonai would create these headpieces in form of a third eye. It is only a wild coincidence that the Sheikah and Zonai use eye symbols. However the Zonai in my au use more hand symbolism as they connect it more to into their architectural history and skills.

The Zonai established their own society in Faron, being the first to create a monarchy way before Hyrule was established to have a kingdom. That is the Zonai tribe of the south region, as a handful of the Zonai started to embark to the upper north side of Hyrule. There were two siblings in hopes to create their own society just like their cousins, Rauru and Mineru. They first settled in the upper north of the Woodland Region now known as the Thyphlo Ruins, until the discovery of the Great Lord Deku Tree in the Deku Woods (this is before the Koroks appeared). Rauru and Mineru decided to focus on the magic of the forest with the help of the Lord Deku Tree. Making Rauru hone the power of light and Mineru the power of spirit.

With these powers they have and their wisdom through experimentation and with Lord Deku Tree's blessing, was the creation of the Moth Fairy. Healing Fairies that transformed into Moth Fairies in their pupa stage. Who absorb the wisdom and story of the Zonai. As the Zonai wanted to keep their traditions alive the moth fairies were there as to archive their stories.

This magic came in handy when a threat of evil emerged in Hyrule as the Master Sword only being a few centuries old. And the incarnate of Light in a need of help to stop this force of evil from consuming Hyrule into darkness. The Zonai with their powers of magic that were obtained through the forest, gifted the Master Sword an enchantment to strengthen the sword and vanish the evil from Hyrule.

As centuries and many millennia passed by and the threat of evil being handled by child of light and courageous hero. Zonai tradition slowly diminished as also the Minish started to expand across Hyrule. The Zonai culture and tradition slowly faded as new cultures and traditions formed reestablishing as the Woodland tribe. People from Hyrule slowly forgetting about the Minish tribe. Leaving only the Moth Fairies to be the only remnants to know the origin of the Minish. The Zonai from the Faron region never really vanished however just like their Woodland cousins they became the Faron tribe as many things changed. However they had it slightly unlucky as not a lot of Moth Fairies know much for their history aside from the origin. Leaving many things behind and to be left a mystery.

The Master Sword's enchantment slowly diminished mostly as the threat of evil came back in long periods of time. In the current stage the Master Sword is weak due to the absence of maintenance and the enchantment is completely gone. The Master Sword has slowly become a rusted sword from a legend that is 10 thousand years old

[my-jukebox]

hihi! i have a obey me request that i thought of after reading the hug headcanons w the brothers post you made!! (it was REALLY nice btw <3 i loved it!)

what about mc coming home after a tiring day at RAD and mammon just hugs them n they just have a cute fluffy moment …or!! mammon coming home after a tiring day at RAD, and mc just hugs him n again they have a cute fluffy moment, any of the two are fine since they’re both so cute!! im gonna leave the choice up to ya, cant wait too see what u write <3

- 🃏 anon! :3

I'm so glad you loved the previous post. I brainstormed my best here and tried to make it longer so forgive me if it's not up to the mark. Also God it took so long, I'm sorry.

Genre: Oneshot, Fluff

Characters: (gn! reader), and Mammon.

"Mammon, towards the light!"

The photographer said as Mammon turned towards the light, maintaining his pose. He had been going for hours together with only a ten minute break every hour.

"Majolish is gonna love these pics. Great job today!" was all Mammon heard before he rushed to his studio room and removed his makeup. He looked so tired, to the point where he should've considered getting Asmo to keep the people at bay.

He took deep breaths and finally got some shut eye until—

"Mammon, the next shot is ready!"

"Ahh shit, here we go again!"

Mammon headed out the room and watched as the studio began filling up with multiple models who he was supposed to pose with.

'This is gonna be draining!' He thought as he was being dressed and practically, dragged by his photographer on the stage.

—

The lecture seemed never ending. The professor kept talking about Latin phrases for spells and potions but all you could think about was sleep.

"(Y/N)?" The teacher called out.

"(Y/N)!?" She repeated.

"Yeah!!"

"Are you zoning out? Please pay attention or else you'll fail the midterms."

"Yes, ma'am"

The teacher nodded her head at you and went back to teaching some spells again. You couldn't be bothered. You'd just have to pull up another study session with the brothers again, it seems.

The minute the bell rang, you got up from the bench, refusing to greet anybody as you made your way to the House of Lamentation.

Upon reaching back home, you entered your room to find Mammon asleep on your bed. You gently shook him.

"Mammon, are you alright? It's pretty rare to find you here of all places." You said, voice laced with concern.

"I'm alright. I'm just so tired. When I tell ya' I was like a prisoner there, I'm not kiddin'!!" He said as he looked up at you. He had absolutely no energy left in him.

"There?" You asked, unsure of what he was talking about.

"The modelling studio. Those stupid, little ahhhh.....they weren't letting me rest." He said, clearly annoyed with how his entire day went. You chuckled at his little rage towards his workers before throwing your bag on the floor and removing your shoes, making your way towards the bed.

"Aww baby don't worry. You wanna....cuddle?" You asked him as you watched his cheeks get flushed with different shades of red.

You laughed and opened your arms wide for him. He scowled but still laid down on your chest as you massage his head gently. This moment was all you needed. Especially after a day like this.

"How was your day?" He said softly, so as to not disturb the peaceful moment.

"Eh. You weren't there in class so it wasn't the best." He grinned widely at you response.

"Of course it wasn't the best. The Great Mammon promises to never leave you alone again."

"I'll hold you on that promise."

You hear a low rumble from Mammon, indicating that he was chuckling. You hug him even tighter, never wanting to let go. As you both cuddled, you found yourself finally content and at peace after such an awful day.

And so, you both stayed up the entire night; talking, laughing, joking about everything and nothing at the same time. The night began to fade slowly as you both found yourselves with each other once again, cherishing the eventful moments of closeness as the world outside was asleep.

I finally did it. i got a conclusion at last!

~Masterlist~

Do like, comment and/or reblog if you enjoyed!

[strangetfpblog]

I’m planning to bring Cybertron to HSR and go bananas with it bc why not

Tw: brainstorm with bad english, tfp lore ruined, hoyoverse game mentioned.

Cybertronians are all androids created by the Allspark. In their first stage of creation they only have metal spine, head, rib cage, arms, leg, a glowing spark at the center, at the final stage their body fully developed nano muscles and all that metal gutty, most parts of their body are covered with soft materials (for better sensor). While organics are like machines made out of cells, cybertronians got their cells made out of machines and it help them adapt to different circumstances very efficiently, “WTF IS AN EVOLUTION?????”

They can’t transform into vehicles and such but they have this thing called primal form. Yeah, that’s their og form before peace time, it’s more sturdy, more battle oriented, ready to greet danger at any given moment. Physical comfort, pain sensor, friendly appearance is out of the window.

During the swarm disaster, they were busy locking themself away from the rust plague, beating themself up to the point of killing their planet than bothering about some sort of space bug.

“Let the glamoth knights take care of them bugs, we’re busy waging war over here.”

Yes i came up with all of these just to draw Knock Out in another form hauling his spear at someone’s ass for carrying plastic to Cybertron (bc that’s illegal there and he’s Cybertron’s diplomat and a member of it’s Committee on Foreign Affairs), feel free to judge my waste of gray matter.

Also cybertronians don’t like the IPC btw, they have many things that the company wants but the company doesn’t have what they want (well at least one or two). Still, the company wanted to trade, tried to infiltrate their market so desperately to the point of being annoying as hell. Turn those blue rectangle paper into energon and then we’ll talk.

[sugarpsalms]

58, 76 for the ask a fic writer meme 👀

(this is allmightskitten BTW tumblr won't let me use that account to send asks??)

58. What part of the writing process do you enjoy the most? (Brainstorming, outlining, writing, editing, etc)

As much as I love seeing the final piece come together, my absolute favorite part is the brainstorming! I love opening up a document and just dumping ideas/vibes/concepts/little snippets into it, as well as making playlists and mood boards and such. I think it's SOOO much fun. A lot of the times, when I'm stuck on something, I'll just go back to this stage to get my creative juices really flowing again. Something is just so whimsical about this particular stage.

76. Did you have any ideas that didn’t make the final cut of ... ?

I think you forgot to pick a story, so I'll choose the first one that comes to mind from the series I know you're enjoying :) In Yours Most Dearly, [SENDER REDACTED], there was originally a segment of the report that had been made without Rosi's knowledge or consent. It wasn't anything overly crazy; a full report of all his library activity for a month or so had been subpoenaed, as this was after it was learned Doflamingo was recommending him reading material and Sengoku thought it relevant to follow up. I ended up cutting it because I thought it might be a little boring to have another list of things he'd checked out or requested. However, the actual point of it—which is that Rosi is being even more heavily monitored than he actually realizes—is still something I want to find a way to get across at some point. I have a newish idea along the same lines, but I'm not quite sure how I'll execute it. Like I have a vision, which might end up coming before The Devil Brought Tequila if I can get the dang thing to cooperate!

[blackcrystalkitten]

so since you got ur Dice origin story down (amazing work BTW🥰), any ideas about his childhood?

Omg thank you! Also- awe man, u have no idea!! After doing this drawing I have so much ideas I am thinking about! So it's going to be a long response, 4give.😅 So basically the pitch is, Dice grew up in pretty much not financially well and rough side of town. Parents were great and hard workers, nice family. They try to get by with they can. During this time Dice would use his free time to learn how to dance and sing. It's his hobby really and he enjoys it!! It came almost naturally to him, although it took him a few mess ups. He has a great gift and his parents encouraged him to use it "for good" ((foreshadowing be like-)). They say to him, if he works hard he can do anything. Teen years, Dice starts working to help his family while also studying books ofc. Dice for the most part stays out of trouble, but can get into the wrong crowd which leads to conflicts. He's not a bad kid just bad decisions. I still need to brainstorm here tbh. ⚡⚡⚡ When Dice is adult things are still pretty rough. He works a job he hates, barely gets paid enough for what he has to deal with, and lives in not the best apartment complex ((but it will do tbh.)) Another thing I want to add: is that during this point of his live, Dice gets really into watching tv shows and listening to radio broadcasts. He really enjoys the charisma and stage presence. He loves to even pretend and daydream to be one sometimes, sadly. He wants to become one instead of what he's doing with his life at the moment, but isn't sure how to get there. And one day while he is finishing his shift, guess who he meets, waiting for this opportunity to make a life-changing offer. 😈 Yee!! I want to flesh this out soooooo bad. I am even considering a comic, but I am sure that would take a while or at least I believe it will. I really am not sure, if you guys are interested I will consider it!! :) Thx again for your compliments and the ask. ((Also: thx for luv on recent post btw everyone, I will always say this, you guys are great!!)) 🎵🎲🎶🎤

[shipcestuous]

Ok but hear me out... Enola and Mycroft, because hekinda treat her like an in-between of a disobedient daughter and an oppressed wife... And I'm kinda in to that??!?!! Like he want her to be the pure perfect wife he wish for... And doesn't have.

And he(mycroft) see d to feel some kinda way and was very flustered when enola entered the room with only her small cloths on... BTW did you watched the Adam project there's a lot of selfcest, father/son and mother/son going on. It's a treat.

I was super into the possibilities of Enola/Mycroft but I didn't talk a lot about it. I haven't watched the movie again so I'm rusty on the details now, but their antagonistic dynamic, Enola being closer to/preferring Sherlock and Mycroft being on the outside, Mycroft's concerns with her becoming a proper lady and her rebelliousness, I love all of it. In fact, instead of writing a fic I actually started brainstorming an original story and OCs inspired by them, but I never got to the writing stage, though I still think about it sometimes. It's on the backburner. A whole enemies-to-lovers but he's her guardian and her older brother thing. *chef's kiss*

I'm also just kind of a Mycroft gal. I even liked Eurus/Mycroft more than Eurus/Sherlock. I am what I am.

I really like your idea that he was trying to make her into his idea of the perfect wife, someone he was longing for.

RE: The Adam Project, I had no idea what this was from the title and thought it was some indie TV show, then I looked it up on IMDB and was like, 'I've seen this movie!" It only came out two years ago and I could barely remember it. Even more, I gave it an 8, so I obviously liked it a lot. It's coming back a little. I've told you all before that I have a mind like a sieve.

I do remember that this gave me all kind of heartwarming family feels and that the mom/son stuff was shippy. I think I debated writing something short about it to post and then just didn't have the time. Thanks for bringing it back to our attention, Anon!

[gltownsend]

Hello hello! This is the writeblr library's librarian with some questions. You can choose to do question one, question two, or both! (and there's no time limit btw <3) Have fun!

~will be reblogged onto the writeblr library~

What inspired your WIP? Was it another piece of media? Multiple pieces of media? A certain genre? Tropes? Parts of your life? A hyper-specific random thing

What environment gives you the best ideas for your WIP? Do you have a playlist? Do you go for a walk? Do you get ideas at 3am and have to write them down NOW otherwise they disappear? Do you write anywhere and anywhere? What gets you in the mood to write?

Hi!! (and thank you!)

1- wow I actually don’t remember! While it’s changed entirely all ship of Theseus-like, I’m pretty sure I actually came up with the original plot of this WIP when I was 11-13 years old (god. So I entered and will exit my teenage years with it). (I put it under the cut if anyone’s curious, haha. It’s very different.)

And 2- I actually really don’t get ideas unless I make room for them. I really have to sit down and write out everything that’s happened up until this point and then write out everything that COULD happen brainstorm and choose. I don’t really get inspiration naturally 🤷‍♂️ it’s all forced, lol. I WISH I was the type of person who got ideas from walking or music or stuff so they didn’t seem so forced sometimes, but I suppose consistency is good too.

Thank you for the ask!! Cool idea and yeah just… thank you >:]

Since it was so long ago I have no clue where I came up with it, but I still remember the super basic idea; a young teenage boy from the normal world gets caught in a forest fire, dies? and wakes up in a high fantasy world (no I’d LITERALLY NEVER read or even heard of a portal fantasy, this was my original idea and I was gutted when I found out it was an already established thing) in a kingdom where royals and nebulously Important People have the power to control fire. He gets sort of taken-in-stray-cat-adopted by the similarly aged not-in-line (so not very important) prince who does have the power. Because he just appeared and has no abilities and no life here.

They’re trying to work out how to get him home when he suddenly starts (oh no!!) making sparks and stuff but he hides it because (Oh No!!) he’s in love with the prince (or something idk I was like 12.) Somehow some confrontation exposes fully fledged fire powers like only a master from this world should have and for some reason this makes the king super flip out. He and the prince flee. It ends there.

- My current plot, in contrast, has a (different) older teenage guy (closer to my age now) as the main character but it doesn’t really start with him. I don’t want to describe it too deeply but the main characters all attend a sort of community boarding school because they live in a society where education and knowledge and ability are really highly valued, more than really any material or object or anything?

(So basically not because they’re rich or important, it’s normal, and the boarding aspect is because everyone lives very communally in general, and higher education doesn’t really exist because of the level of societal development. So this is the only stage in life where they get any real independence from their parents, because as adults usually people return and live in family groups again so this is how they learn to be self sufficient away from parents, I suppose?)

Anyway there is a younger kid about 10 in the junior school who is having weird stuff happen to him and it’s sort of related to the ghosts, which are a normal aspect of the world which is where time is wearing kind of thin and you can see echoes of people from the past or future through, and something happens that makes main character, friend group, and child need to leave school to try to work out what’s happening.

There is a bunch of weird time stuff in the middle like things happening and unhappening, and time loops but short, and it’s got the same sort of beats because it’s overall a sort of coming-of-age romance between main character and his best friend, and it was originally an adventure romance between main character and new wow prince.

…there were a bunch of middle iterations between this with the characters from current iteration in the current world but with a similar plot to original story (basically some people have fire powers, some people have healing powers, main character is supposed to have healing powers but then he randomly has fire too, this makes people flip out, he runs away with love interest (roommate) and then I never knew what happened after that…) but this final iteration is the first one to have an ending.

In 2019 it briefly went through a real-world (not fantasy) post-apocalyptic phase in the aftermath of a plague where they had been on a school trip on one side of America (a distant and exotic place!) when everyone had died or become evil and now they were trying to get back home in a stolen van when none of them could drive because they were underage teens. So road trip across America to the other side after plague. Scrapped shortly before Covid, actually.

[therobinsonwayoflife]

some gaston headcanons please? ❤

He was never allowed to sit w the Jocks bc he was a geek and he was never allowed to sit with the Geeks bc he was a jock

Absolutely the lazy cousin of the Fram Fam

Refused to wear helmets bc they made him look uncool from c2011-2023

Met almost half of Bud's alma mater when he worked for the circus circa 2015-2020

Taught Wilbur everything he knows about video games and kitschy 80s horror films

Once dated a cactus

Came to the Robinson house for cheap rent (aka for the low, low price of sucking up to your wealthy kid sister and interning at her husbands tech company... shenanigans were had), stayed at the Robinson house for the pyrotechnic acoustics

(And the found family aesthetic obvs)

The house declared a state of emergency after Gaston's third transplant when they needed to collab on a helmet that he'd actually Wear

He is the Robinson with the biggest file at the hospital, close seconds are Cornelius and Wilbur

Is afraid of his mother, they have next to nothing in common other than complaining about Pringles flavours

His favourite animal is the sugar glider

Did not always know how to talk to Franny when they were younger but one day he just started throwing food at her and they've been best sibling friends ever since

Thankfully, does not drink coffee

Billie is the only Robinson who can tolerate his sense of humour for more than an hour and a half

(Not even Wilbur has that kind of willpower)

Very gross

Constantly bickering with Art over cleanliness and heroic responsibility but they both secretly agree they're afraid the day Lefty learns how to drive

Voluntarily tests out RI prototypes, sometimes wo Neil's knowledge

Secretly owns a long furby an ex gave him

[takeariskao3]

ooo ooo ooo idk if you’ve answered these before but: 7, 9 (I am forever taking notes), 15

okay okay okay

7. how does receiving or not receiving feedback/support impact you?

it's pretty simple, a comment pops into my inbox and i get a big ole grin on my face. i know every fic writer says it, but comments instantly translate into motivation. the more feedback/engagement i get, the more i want to write. because its like we are all little kids, and it is so much fun to mess around and play pretend with our friends.

9. what's your writing process like?

oh god i feel like it changes daily. ideally, i spend a few weeks/months (depending on the complexity of the story) outlining and brainstorming. i have a journal for each story that lives in my head and i'm always taking notes or jotting down little pieces of dialogue and things. i try to have a rough outline of every chapter before i start writing. then there is draft 1. which is me trying to write as much action and dialogue into the chapter as i can. this is basically blocking out the scenes and the action. then comes draft 2 where i go back in and try to add internal dialogue and feelings and the overall tone. then draft 3, editing and pacing. btw this is where i am stuck right now with chap 11 for me the longest stage is usually stage 3 because i labor over each section/scene and try to make it perfect when i don't need to. then i post to ao3. then i do final edits about ten minutes after posting LOL i can't resist a final read through after its out in the world and i swear i always find at least six typos or changes in that final after post edit.

p.s. i always try to get at least one good night sleep between drafts. meaning once i finish draft 2, i put it away and sleep on it before opening it up again the next day for edits. same with posting, i always sleep on it one night after its "finished" so i can go back in and read it with fresh eyes the next day.

15. How do you think your writing has improved over time?

drastically!!!! i've been writing fic for ten years and you can't write for that long and not get better. my one improvement that ive seen most recently is that i trust my readers more. and i think this is also what i've gotten the most positive feedback on too. as a writer, you don't actually have to tell your readers everything, more often than not, the less you tell them, the more they get from the story. if your readers connect the dots on their own as opposed to you connecting it for them, they get to add their own personal experiences and imaginations to the story therefore it becomes more meaningful to them. this is a really long winded way of saying i've gotten a lot better about showing not telling. a great example of this is in dialogue tags. not every piece of dialogue needs a tag. but you can still tell the reader what your characters are doing? if that makes sense? i've gotten so much better about using body language and facial expressions to expand on emotions, instead of adjectives and adverbs (though i still use too many adjectives)

fic writer asks!

[thecollectionsof]

Hi bestie! Cranberry and lantern, for the fall asks?

hello hi bestie yes absolutely!!!

cranberry - what’s one physical feature that you get complimented on?

hair! i have red hair and let me tell you, the people at the grocery store who are starting to go grey notice hair color and texture like no other. it's always super sweet though, they tell stories of loved ones with red hair and normally they're smiling and we both walk away feeling nice!!!

lantern - how did you meet your best friend? What were your first impressions of each other?

i have told this story before but i will tell it for the rest of time. and buckle up because it's long and also fanfiction shit

(sorry bestie but i've already told this to you. so here's one for you: there was this super cool person who dmed me at midnight a few months ago saying that they liked my fic and we started chatting and never stopped... they're actually the best person ever i should go be a nuisance in their dms and the writing doc <3) (that's a threat btw buckle up for some bad song choices while i write)

i met my now best friend twice, but i didn't know it at the time.

hope was someone i passively knew at my small school, but she was someone i had never talked to. she had moved in at the very beginning of sixth grade, back in the times when kids were insecure and still fighting to find themselves. she was in a sort of “popular” group, but instead of it being nice and supportive they didn’t treat her right, and she was only in it because she was childhood friends with one of the most popular people in the group (at the time).

i, on the other hand, was not. i was in the queer group, but it’s not like we were bullied or anything. just kind of on the outskirts of things.

one day in eighth grade, i got tapped on the shoulder while i was leaving school. it was hope, brandishing a piece of paper, telling me that “hey, gi, this paper was in the hood of your hoodie” (not exactly that. but y'know, vibes)

She was scared it would fall out before I noticed it. She’s probably right—I’m super oblivious.

i didn’t read it until i had walked home. back then, i walked home every day with my sister and one of my good friends, so when i read the letter i tried to brainstorm who it could be with the two of them.

i promise not all hope (get it?) is lost for me because hope was one of the people i originally listed. but i didn’t know for sure so I just kinda… forgot? i stopped trying to guess who it was and focused more on writing to this person and creating a friendship with them.

this letter was nice and asked whether i’d like to become penpals with her. if i did, i was supposed to leave a letter underneath the podium on the stage, and she would pick it up from there and leave a reply in its place after that.

immediately, i noticed a couple things wrong about that: 

what if someone else takes it and reads it? i didn’t love that, letters can get quite personal quite quickly (at least when i write them)

how would i know to check for a response? how would she know when i’ve replied? it relied on a lot of chance and i’m much too anxious of a guy for that

so in my response, i told her that there would be a magnetic clip on my locker and to clip the letter to that. it wasn’t hard to find my locker: i had covered it in colored paper and decorated it for a club, and it was a very eye-catching pop of color compared to the slate lockers around it.

the next morning, i walked to the stage before the first bell had rung and pretended to drop the letter conveniently under the podium. i was a bit nervous, seeing as there were a few people milling about on the stage, but nobody seemed to have noticed so the letter was safe (for now)

she read the letter and responded, placing the response on my locker. she also added a green slip of construction paper to the clip, each side decorated. when passing a letter back and forth, we would flip to that person’s side of the paper to indicate that there was a letter for them.

we did this for months. writing letters, flipping the green paper, becoming friends through venting about drama and debates on the best (and worst) harry potter characters.

one day, i was being teased by my sister about not being able to draw a flower. think of a simple, five petal flower—i just couldn’t draw it. i practiced until i could, but during the process i wrote about it in the letter. i practiced on that letter, too. and hope thought it was so cute that we declared that the flower was now a special symbol for the letters: it was added to both sides of the green slip, we drew it when signing off letters, we even doodled it on the margins of worksheets, everything.

more time passes as fall turns to winter, and I’m still happily penpals with hope. I tell her everything, and we talk about how different it is in our respective social circles. her friends, or the people she hung out with at the time, weren’t great. i had to hear about how much they sucked, how they’d be stupid and cruel in the way that only early-teenagers can be and not do anything to help. she got to hear the joys of me questioning my identity, the exciting time in the queer group as people dated, had crushes on each other, and had falling outs. 

but one day, without warning, the letters… stop. i wrote a letter, nothing important but still with the excitement and novelty of writing a letter, but got no reply. radio silence. the worst part? i couldn’t even ask her why, because i had no idea who she was. eventually i just moved on, i guess. i stopped spending so much time and effort looking for hope, and i focused more on the friends i had in my group. i also focused on the people who were going to be around me in my choir class and on the eighth grade class trip, because I’m always down to make more friends.

guess who was both in my choir class and sat one seat ahead of me on the class trip tour bus? we got a lot closer on/after that trip.

there was no big reveal, no big defining moment. i just figured it out at some point after the trip, when the stories she told started to sound familiar and the handwriting looked a little too distinct. 

we still write letters back and forth now, but no longer under a pen name. our letters normally contain relationship stuff (on her end, mostly), things i want to complain about without my roommate overhearing, and me talking about drag race (fully knowing she’ll just skim that section, but it sure does feel nice to talk about it). she knows you all as “the gay people in my phone”, and she never ceases to make fun of me for being such a loser about drag race and tumblr (in between her pestering me to work on the fic i’m creating out of this story, because she wants to read it)

[yukiobeyme]

Okay, but for the kindergarten DiaLuci AU

Satan is a model student, but he’s also a little menace. The boy can’t be contained, and has too much creativity for his own good. (He makes locks out of little twisty-ties, and if he’s ever in time out he will straight up leave and wander to a different class).

But Diavolo loves him! And constantly praises his ingenuity and intellect. It makes Barbatos, his TA, very tired.

(Sir you can’t praise him for painting on the walls. But look at what he created! It’s beautiful!!)

Still, even though Satan isn’t technically in trouble, his antics often cause Lucifer and Diavolo to meet up with one another.

And maybe Lucifer finds Diavolo charming. Maybe it warms his heart the way Diavolo’s eyes light up when he talks about what Satan got up to. Maybe he’s a bit lonely, and Diavolo is somehow managing to hit all the right boxes.

But still, Lucifer has his own reputation to consider, as does Diavolo. It wouldn’t be right to date his sons teacher. If Diavolo ever showed blatant favoritism to his son, especially outside of class...

He can’t stand the idea of seeing Satan bullied. So he keeps his feelings to himself.

And then one day Satan stages a revolution of all things. (No more naps! We demand more playtime! We don’t bow before tyrants!)

(Oh, and the way Diavolo smiles when he sees a five year old use the word tyrant in the correct context... He calls Lucifer immediately).

You’re son used the word tyrant today. He’s incredibly smart!! Oh, and btw he’s staging a revolt. It’s very cute.

He’s staging a what?!

In the end, everything gets settled out. Lucifer apologizes for the inconvenience, and Diavolo says he can make it up to him by buying him dinner.

Lucifer hesitates, but as he sees Satan surrounded by his classmates, by people that clearly adore him, he realizes that maybe he had nothing to fear after all. Besides, Satan only has a couple of months left before he graduates. And then, he’ll get a new teacher.

So Lucifer agrees, and the two of them walk back to his car together, with Satan in the middle holding both of their hands. But before he leaves, he has to fluster Diavolo in a way he was too afraid of before. So he places a kiss on Diavolo’s hand, and flashes him a sultry grin, I’m looking forward to our date.

And with one look at Diavolo’s furiously blushing face, Lucifer knows that he’s completely fallen for the man.

~ s8ncake 💚🎂

I love your mind, thank you for indulging and blessing me with this. It’s just perfect!

Diavolo can’t bring himself to punish Satan most times because he honestly more impressed than anything. If Satan is punished it’s minor, card change especially when Diavolo realized that by making Satan sit out/ go to time out he disappears every time without fail. Diavolo and Barbatos have had Satan sit beside them and the moment their attention isn’t on Satan, Satan slips out of the room. Most times Satan just goes to the library and Diavolo doesn’t actually mind. 

Satan has a BIP ( Behavioral Intervention Plan, just informing Diavolo/Barbatos/School that Satan has anger issues and it’s just a procedure for how to help Satan be his best. Because while Satan is smart as a whip, his behavior can prevent him from learning what he is supposed to be) and Diavolo has found that when Satan gets mad/angry/tense letting Satan cool off in the library is the best thing to do. (Diavolo fought for Satan’s BIP to change to allow Satan to go to the library when he needs to collect himself because BIP is to help reward him for his good behavior and prevent outbursts.) Diavolo is beaming and makes a note to call Lucifer during lunch to tell him how Satan asked him if he could go to the library for a “cool down”. Satan usually just leaves and Diavolo is just so proud that Satan recognized and identified his emotions and then when about it in a healthy/productive way.

So while Lucifer is concerned about what made Satan need a cool down, which Diavolo honestly forgot to ask Satan about it, Diavolo wants to focus and praise Satan’s good behavior. Diavolo comes up with the idea to let Satan journal while he is in the library or at the end of the day. It’s something that Diavolo and Lucifer meet up to talk about too because Satan usually writes down what has upset him. 

Imagine if one morning Satan was in a bad mood and already wanted a cooldown and in his journal, he writes about how busy his daddy is and he misses him. And when Lucifer and Diavolo meet up and read that entry they are both left tense for a moment. Diavolo knows that Lucifer is a single parent and is juggling work and family is hard, but the broken look on Lucifer’s face hurts him. Diavolo then suggests that they bring Satan over and talk about it. Satan instantly snuggles up to his dad and doesn’t really want to talk. Diavolo has never seen Satan so shy, nontalkative, and so dependent on anyone. Diavolo hurts for both of them but tries to help brainstorm ways Satan and Lucifer can spend time together/ how Satan can tell his dad when he feels lonely or misses him. 

“It’s fine Lucifer, it’s part of my job. If it ensures Satan’s success then it’s not wasted effort,”

Honestly, Lucifer knew he was falling at this point, but then again Diavolo probably would do this for any of his kids.

Imagine if when it came time for Lucifer to take Diavolo out for dinner, he has to cancel. Something about how his babysitter canceled and Diavolo is just like how about I come over and we make dinner? I’ll make dessert. Lucifer is blushing and stuttering, but it turns out Diavolo meant like food dessert, not something else. Asking if Satan had a favorite dessert or food allergies. So while it’s not the dinner out either hoped for, Diavolo felt it was perfect. Satan helped and was great fun, after his initial questioning and confusion on why his teacher was here. Lucifer is just so touched with how Diavolo doesn't mind and wants to include Satan and how much care and thought Diavolo put into this dinner. Also, imagine that most dates do include Satan in some way or another and Diavolo constantly teases Lucifer that he still hasn't taken him out to dinner like he promised.

I’ll stop here, I just want Diavolo with kids at this point. I think he would be a great dad/ fun baby sitter. Thank you for blessing me with this! <3

[just-another-wasteland-merc]

Writing Tag

I was tagged by @adventuresofmeghatron and @suppuration , thank you guys!

I tag @thenightmotherwrites , @trashkingnyx, @thewastelandwriter, and whoever wants to do this, and there’s absolutely no pressure if you don’t want to. I would love to see!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. Honest.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

27,292 words, but that’s going to go up into the 30 thousands pretty quickly here once I finish editing the new chapter for Stimpacks!

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Well, I only have two works so far (that will also be expanding soon)

Stimpacks and Sniper Rounds- F!SoSu/MacCready- Em and Mac’s first longfic.

December, 2288- F!SoSu/MacCready- a quick songfic that might already get a re-write.

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I always try to. I like having the author interact with the community and talking about the fic. To me, it’s a way to speak to my readers directly too. I like that sense of community.

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Honestly, the only completed fic is December, 2288, and it has no angst at all. But that doesn’t mean that Stimpacks won’t have it. I have angst planned, but I have no idea if that will change in the future. 

The rest is under Keep Reading!

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

December, 2288. It’s just them dancing in celebration, and it’s fluffy with Feelings. Stimpacks will have happy in it, I just need to get there, haha.

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I don’t think the Mass Effect AU is a crossover, cause I’m only taking three people from the fallout universe and plunking them into Mass Effect, and their character changes due to the equipment and state of the galaxy instead of the state of the Wasteland. Honestly, I’m surprised how well they’re fitting into the universe! I’m excited to unveil it to everyone.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

When I was still on ff.net, yes. But after the long hiatus and coming to a new fandom, I have not. Everyone really seems to like Em, and the pair of Em and Mac, so I’m very grateful to have a lovely community welcome me back to writing.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Alright, listen. I’m improving my smut game here. My improvement is through role-play. But! I also have a steamy shower scene that I need to really finish, and I have one still in my head that’s pretty smutty.

Em and Mac are horndogs, okay? Let them just have at it. Even if I can’t articulate what’s happening without blushing or giggling, just know they’re banging a lot. They’re in their twenties! And they’re in love. 

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope!

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope. 

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have not. I don’t really count roleplay either yet until it’s posted (and it might, I’m not sure). So, as soon as you see a link, I have not co-written anything yet.

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

It’s Em and Mac. I have a couple of other ships sailing around somewhere, but this one has been carefully constructed, and they have the most depth out of all my ships. I think maybe because it’s a part of myself in Em? Or a good portion? Unsure.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I had a Star Wars fic in the brainstorming stage with a few scenes written down, but I honestly doubt I’ll get to it anymore. It’s been so long. I also wrote for Pirates of the Caribbean, but due to some personal things, I don’t think I’ll ever finish that one either. 

15. What are your writing strengths?

I received some feedback on some decent descriptions, and how I’m spinning a few familiar scenes in a new way that is fresh, or capturing the tension of some quests. Personally, I think I’m okay with dialogue. Keep it realistic, using words I know characters will use too keep them in character. It’s nice. 

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

I am HORRIBLE at slow-burn. Even reading it. I’m constantly yelling “JUST KISS ALREADY” at my own characters even. So I’m hoping that Stimpacks will be better paced. Plus I have a couple of friends to help keep me in check if I don’t realize I’m moving too fast. 

Btw, Em and Mac, you gonna kiss yet? No? Sigh, fine.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I think it’s really cool, like having characters orignally from another country, or if they spoke it at home. Muttering things in their language under their breath is so great. Call me a dickhead again, it sounds great. Hahah.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Actually, I wrote fic for Red vs. Blue first. Then PoTC before the Big Hiatus.

19. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

So far its Stimpacks. The story sort of told itself to me while I played the game, refined it on a second playthrough, finished Em’s face on the third, and now I just fall in love over and over again with every new playthrough. Sure, there are a few departures from canon, but I hope everyone who reads it is having as much fun as I am as I write it. 

[nemo-of-house-hamartia]

Hi! same anon that asked about mottie! (btw what does it stand for?) So, You're writing already about them? it's amazing! Are yo going to write whole story about greencoat and dottie? Do you have a playlist for them, like you do for when you ship her with jacob? I'm curious about it all!

Evening, Nonnie! thank you so so so much for your kind words! You have no idea how much this ask has cheered me up!

So, the whole Mottie moniker (that was actually suggested to me by my dear friend @straight-into-the-animus ) stands for Mathias and Dottie. Mathias René Beaumont is the name I have given to Greencoat in the Mottie!AU (and in general in my own Unity!AU), hence the moniker Mottie!

As for writing a whole story about them, tbh I am still at such early stage of brainstorming and just writing small snippets, that I don't know yet. I would love to, of course, but we will see how it will develop! I have been doing moodboards and the artwork on my sideblog, but as I said, it's all in such early stage that I am still creating everything, so to speak!

But yes, I am not going to lie, I am having fun up until this point, researching and whatnot! And yes! Of course I have a playlist for them! <3 Whenever I create anything, the first thing on my checklist is the playlist! The Playlist itself is named "Give my heart wings to fly" (which would probably be the name of the story as well, knowing myself and my penchant for giving my story titles of songs that I love). thank you so much for your ask! I wish you a pleasant evening! --Nemo

[f33itan]

Ok, I know I said I wouldn't post my dreams here anymore, but these ones just had to be here. So I present to you: ATTACK ON TITAN SHIFTING IN A DREAM + FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S TYPE DINOSAUR SHIT +

Attack On Titan

Background: We were all trying to brainstorm towards the evening/night on how to beat the titans on our next mission, not beat them once and for all but to beat them in that mission and we were walking around doing shit and helping prepare.

Ymir is a lesbian, for sure. She was treating me how she treats Historia.

Mikasa is quiet but she's still respectful and it was pretty decent brainstorming with her.

Hange is just- 💖✨💖 CHEF'S KISS SHES NO NICE AND SO BUBBLY AND SO PRETTY AND SO COOL

Eren is basically the same, still that can do depressing attitude of beating the titans, nothing new

It was heavenly to have Levi give me orders <33

Sasha gets a bit nervous but all in all she was pretty bubbly and fun to brainstorm with

Jean is a flirt and has terrible pick up lines, bing bong boom.

Armin gets scared easily but he was also very nice to brainstorm with, I had fun talking to him too. He's definitely part of "✨The Boys✨"

Connie is actually a mix of bouncing around everywhere and nervous.

Those are about all of the things I remember, and the ODM gear was SICK 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

Then the dream shifted to me and my dad in the car and the clouds looked like spirals like how they do in Junji Ito's Uzumaki, Except the town didn't turn into a fucking spiral, which is good.

During this transition I woke up then went back to sleep but somewhere around here I had this dream that I was in japan with my mom and we ate a bunch of ramen then we were with an indigenous japanese tribe thing and they took care of us and they were really nice but yeah

FNAF My Hero Type Shit

Okay, so to set this in place, I was in this big room / playground thing, and I was around class 1-A's ages. There were a bunch of random kids playing and everything and I was just enjoying myself running around and everything, but then suddenly bakugou got super damn mad at deku again but he couldn't hold it in and made the biggest explosion ever which led to this gigantic tsunami, somehow I survived but then we all turned into these identity v dinosaur hybrid things. So I ended up with Deku, Kirishima, Uraraka, Kaminari, I believe Mina, and some serious girl that I don't think was in my hero but yeah. So we had to make these things at stations hidden from dinosaur bakugou so he wouldn't kill us, and eventually we got all of them. THEN the dream shifted A G A I N and the setting was now the fnaf 1 stage ; yk the different colored lights on stage, that was the living room. so remove the stage and there were couches there, and then some rubble from the dino bakugou thing. On the other side of this there was this thing that looked like a video game lobby but yeah. so then somebody told us that we're gonna have to kill everybody to beat this and me and the 1-A kids were like "fuck okay" So one by one they started killing each other and stuffing the heads in the fnaf heads and they would talk from the persons point of view, oh and btw mina and kaminari died a while ago by dino bakugou killing them. but anyways then there was this little girl left, well she wasn't young but she was relatively short and had osteoporosis. So me and this bitch were kinda dancing around the room knowing one of us was gonna die, and oh btw her grandparents, my great grandparents, i think my mom and then some other people were there on the couches. so we were just dancing in the middle and then she got this kunai weapon and was slowly bringing it up so she could cut by head off but i was like "i'm a bad biatch you can't kill me" and i snatched it from her osteoporosis azz lookin hands and cut her head off, but the weapon was small so i had to really dig to get it to go completely through her neck. Then i kinda just stood there with the head in my hand and started crying, my mom didn't say anything but she was smiling a bit and my great grandma asked in spanish "can i see the head?"in a shaky voice, she had a couple serious mental illnesses when she was alive so they followed here here and I said sure and she did get scared when I showed her, but then I went up to the girls parents and hugged them repeating "i'm sorry" over and over again but they were comforting me saying it was okay. then we found out that the person who created this madness was in the room with us and he told me i didn't have to kill her and i was like "WHAT. THE. HECK. WHY DIDNT U TELL ME THAT SOONER!!!" And I continued to cry but then I woke up slightly panting and touched my face to see if I was actually crying, i began typing this as soon as I woke up bc I didn't wanna forget it. It's 8:01 am dammit

[plague-of-insomnia]

17 for fanfic asks please!

Ahahahahaha I love you for this ask!!! Tysm for letting me gush about this!!! mwah 😘

[From Fanfic asks]

17. Describe a fic that’s still in the ‘ideas’ stage

So about a month ago or so @luci-on-the-moon told me about an abandoned fic idea she had had with an artist Sebastian, and it intrigued me so she sent me the doc with the few scenes of it she’d written. At the time both of us were feeling very restless because we had the “need” to create something but we didn’t know exactly what and our current projects didn’t scratch the itch.

I was really intrigued by this character so we started talking and decided we would go ahead and create a completely new story based on him.

Although we’ve been talking and brainstorming and planning for a couple weeks now, we are still very very early in the process. We have a really good feel for who Sebastian the artist is and his backstory, and a few other details, but everything else we are still tossing ideas around, trying to find what fits best.

So I’ll just talk a little bit about what we do know. (Though please note that we are extremely early into the process so anything is subject to change.)

Artist Sebastian is an absolute asshole. He uses people and then discards them when he gets bored or decides they’re getting too close.

He’s a complete hermit who pretty much never leaves his house unless he has some obligation for his agent. He vastly prefers cats to people; if he never had to interact with anyone except for a quick meaningless fuck, all the better.

Ofc, that’s not possible.

The only person who really knows him is Agni—and it’s very likely this will be a SebAgni fic, though we are toying with the idea of a poly relationship if that fits the characters. Agni is madly, deeply in love with Sebastian but he... doesn’t reciprocate. And yet Agni can’t seem to stay away/forget him. Their lives are irrevocably intertwined.

(BTW, Agni is probably a masseur in this.)

As an artist, Seb throws all the emotions and shit he refuses to deal with into his work, primarily large-scale abstract oil paintings. His work is very raw and disturbing, but it speaks to a lot of people and he’s been fairly successful. (Ciel is a huge fan.)

Despite this, he hates every single piece he paints and if they didn’t pay his bills, he’d build a big bonfire with them.

As for personal habits, he eats infrequently, often getting totally absorbed in his work, and when he does eat it’s always junk food like greasy burgers and pizza. He only drinks red wine, often straight from the bottle. He smokes quite a lot, and works himself to exhaustion on purpose because he struggles to sleep otherwise.

He only wears black clothes, and with his hair to his shoulders and pale skin, he has a very vampiric look, which fits his aesthetic, his “brand” as an artist. When he makes public appearances he’s always dressed in the latest couture like someone who stepped straight off the runway, and his “no fucks given” attitude really adds to that feel.

The story will probably be a twist on the “coming of age” trope in which Sebastian has to finally come to terms with his past, stop hiding behind his “idgaf” mask, and learn to let people in.

We have a better feel for Act I, though we still have a lot to figure out. But we are both super excited about these characters and can’t wait until we have more to show for it!

[thebestworstidea]

Crash and Burn

(Falling Star)

(Implied Dukeceit, Implied intrulogical, Remus-typical dialogue and imagery.)

Thomas is feeling better, and ready to dive back into making videos. Something is a little off, however...

“What is up everybody?” Thomas said cheerfully into the camera. “I know it’s been a hot minute, but I had to go back down to like, the fourth video and take the time for me I needed, and that can take a while. But I’m feeling better now, energized and raring to go. So it’s time for some good old-fashioned brainstorming, and for that I’ll need my brain” he gestured towards the entryway, and Logan rose up with a resigned expression. 

“Good afternoon Thomas. Surely there has to be a more efficient way to do this?”

“This is more fun!” Thomas retorted. “And I’ll also need my-” he gestured towards the television and Logan surged forward a little bit

“Perhaps you shouldn’t-”

There was a laggardly pause, then a strain of music played- distinctly not an airy flourish. 

“No wait wait!” Thomas made a pushing down gesture, but it was too late. Remus had arrived with a wine glass full of something white and opaque, and what might have been fingers sticking out of it. He stuck one in his mouth and crunched. 

“I brought snacks!” he said cheerfully, toasting with the glass.

“Remus, what are you doing here?”

“You called for your creativity! And here I am.” 

“I called for Roman”

“Yep.” he scooped out some of whatever was in the cup with the orange stick, and licked it off. “You got me though.”

“What is that, puss and fingers?”

“Uh, no. It’s Pumpkin-spiced greek yogurt and baby carrots.”

“Somehow worse.” Thomas winced. “Wait, that’s a seasonal flavor, where did you find that?”

“Where do I find anything good to eat? The back of the fridge.” 

“It’s May.” 

“I grew the carrots.”

“Baby carrots aren’t actually young carrots, they're just tumbled pieces of larger carrots.” Logan protested. 

“Tell that to my nursery! They’re so cute in diapers.” 

“Remus what did you do to Roman?”

“What did I do to Roman?” he gave a stuttering laugh. “What did you do to Roman.” 

“Is he still upset about…” 

“Roman has been… less than communicative of late.” Logan put in. “You can still ‘brainstorm’ you said without him-”

“Take me off the bench!” Remus urged. “Or take me over it, both sound fun.” 

There was a pause as both Thomas and his Logic stared at Remus, who took a slurping sip of his snack, leaving yogurt in the edge of his mustache. 

“Where is he?” Thomas demanded. Remus straightened up a little bit and wiggled. 

“Ooh I love it when you get commanding, Tommy. He’s in the Imagination, playing petty tyrant.” 

“Is that bad?” Thomas asked Logan.

“Well, yes and no. Bad for you? No, you’re still able to access the things Roman brings to the table. You haven’t had any problems getting ridiculous crushes on semi-celebrities, acting, or thinking of ideas, this was just a formal brainstorming session, probably because you didn’t have a better idea for a video besides watching Roman and I ‘Go At It’.” Remus snorted with amusement. “Bad for Roman? Possibly.” 

“Uh, that’s not the way ‘go at it’ is normally used.” Thomas said, looking a little uncomfortable. 

“It is not used to indicate conflict?”

“It’s more often used to indicate fucking.” Remus corrected “Like ‘watching two dogs going at it’.”

“I assumed it meant fighting.” Logan pulled out a card and jotted something down on it. Remus took another sip of his yogurt, and stuck a carrot in his mouth like a cigar. 

“Say, did you know that rabbits don’t actually like carrots that much? They can get sick if they eat too many.” 

“What?”

“Yeah, it was Bugs Bunny making a reference to a popular movie star smoking a cigar.” Remus went a little starry eyed. “Bugs Bunny is a chaos god of an influencer. Instagram wants what he has.” 

“Well that’s a piece of my childhood destroyed.” Thomas sighed. 

“Much like that poor rabbit’s colon.” 

“He’s right, carrots are mainly fructose and fiber, though they do contain several nutrients. They’re far from the healthiest vegetable available.” 

“Doesn’t matter, still hate them.” Thomas pushed his hair back from his face. “Can we get back to my missing Roman?” 

“Have you been missing him?” Remus asked, eating the last of the carrots and tossing the wine glass over his shoulder, behind the TV. Thomas assumed it was imaginary, but he winced anyway. 

“I thought I was giving him space to calm down.” Thomas said in a small voice. 

Remus cackled. “He hasn’t come out of the imagination in weeks, he is in no way calmed down.” 

“Which does bring me back to the ‘possibly’ I mentioned earlier.” Logan put in. He paused and didn’t say any more.

“Are you trying to be ominous? Because you’re being kind of ominous.”

“That wasn’t my intent, Thomas, I simply wanted to be sure you wanted the information.” he cleared his throat. “You are aware of our ‘rooms’ at this point, where some of our traits are, shall we say, prevalent.”

“You’re soaking in it.” Offered Remus, picking bits of carrot out of his teeth. 

“Not inaccurate. This shall we say field of effect can have a negative effect on sides that don’t share the right- there isn’t really a word for it-  call it theoretical biology.” 

“What does this have to do with Roman?”

“Bear with me please, I’m getting to that.  It can have a negative effect on other sides, but a positive effect on the side to whom the ‘room’ belongs. It can increase stability, reinforce tasking, and give a feeling of wholeness.”

“Patton got over excited and effusive in his room though-” 

“That’s just Patton. Particularly Patton who is trying to avoid a subject.” 

“I keep telling him that talking about his last bowel movement works so much better to get people to change the subject, but apparently that’s a shitty idea.”  Remus put in. 

“At any rate, Roman’s room-”

“Our Room” 

“‘Creativity’s room- Enhances shall we say, flights of fancy, visualization, and to a certain degree, emotional responses.”

“And that’s the Imagination you guys have been talking about?”

“Nope!”

“The imagination is part of you the same way we are part of you, just not anthropomorphized.”

“Make me sound like a furry there, Logan.” Thomas raised an eyebrow. 

“Ugh.” Logan pinched the bridge of his nose, and continued. “Other parts of your brain are the subconscious, autonomous functions, and your memory archives, both short term and long term. Most parts of your mind interact. What we call the mindscape is  basically the place between these parts. We, that is your Sides, live in that area. While we each have our ‘rooms’ our corners of your mind, we also have a common area, which is more or less where you go when you want to talk to us, it isn’t very deep into the mindscape, a surface level daydream. You don’t even realize you’re not quite in the real world.” He looked at Thomas.  “Are you… following any of this?”

“Uhm. I’m going to nod, but I’m also going to admit I’m probably not going to retain much.” Thomas smiled weakly. 

“As per the usual.” Logan huffed. “Do you wish me to continue?” 

“I need you to get to the point.” 

“Roman isn’t spending time in his room or even the mindscape  to refocus. He’s spending all his time in the imagination, instead of just most of it. This isn’t interfering with his function, so much as how he interacts with it.”

“He’s throwing a hissy fit. But he doesn’t want to duck out, he just wants attention.” Fingers looped as if he was holding something Remus shook his hand up and down from the wrist.  “But because he’s pretty much barricaded himself in the imagination to play at being a villain, no one can get to him.” 

“I’ve been trying-” 

“Yeek!” Thomas jumped as Patton rose up. 

“Sorry sport.” Patton smiled weakly. He looked a little tired and stressed. “Like I said, I keep trying to talk to him, but I get lost, then I end up back outside the imagination again.” 

“Which at least mean’s Roman’s family-friendly rules are still mostly intact, despite his prolonged sojourn.” Logan commented. “Regardless of this delusion that he’s developed.”

“What delusion?” 

“Roman tends to think of things as pretty black and white.” Patton bit his lip “I have trouble with it too. I’ve been working on it. Gosh, I sure have a lot to work on. Uhm, so when he felt that he wasn’t your hero; if the person he thought of as the villain wasn’t a villain, he had to be.” Patton rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. “He had a little problem after we got Virgil back, but the whole thing was, you know, gradual. Roman could rephrase him as kind of… you know those dark brooding characters in movies that love dogs, and have a heart of gold? Like that.” 

“Besides,” Remus pointed out. “He’d decided that he didn’t like Virgie, but that he was his.  Him and DJ are alike in that they get super possessive. DJ was never his villain, just the villain. He’s my villain.” he added under his breath smugly. 

“What does that mean? I thought you two were like, friends. In cahoots.”

“‘friends’ “ Logan said distantly. 

“Look at it this way Thomas; What does Roman inspire you to do? Get out there and put yourself in front of a lot of people to perform. What makes that less likely? The fact those people are going to judge you with no context what-so-ever.” 

Thomas had to admit the thought made him shudder. 

“What do I inspire you to do?” 

“... swear? Masturbate? Eat things I find on the ground?” Thomas thought for a long moment “ … Jump out of a moving car?”

“That’s the one I was thinking of. And staging it for a vine doesn’t count, btw, it’s still on the to-do list.” Remus smoothed his mustache. “And what does DJ do? He comes up with excuses for the swearing. He’s self preservation. He stops you from destructive behavior. Well, except for the chips.”

“Do we have any?” Logan said without thinking, looking over his shoulder. “No, wait, focus. Thomas you’re going to need to have a healthy snack after we’re done here.”

“You should try the carrots and yogurt.” Remus urged, as Thomas and Patton made identical expressions of distaste. “Deodorant then?” 

“Roman!” Patton urged. “We need to get him out of the imagination before he forgets that he’s not a figment!”  he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet. “I don’t want to stand next to Remus for the rest of our lives.” 

“Love you too, Daddy Dearest.” 

“I ... love … you I just don’t love the way you smell.” Patton said uncomfortably. “I’ve made up my mind that I was wrong and I can … care about you, even if you’re really scary.” 

“If you give yourself a hernia, I will poke it.” 

“Can that happen?” Thomas demanded of Logan. “Can Roman just… forget who he is?” 

“The short answer is yes. He can. He’s always come back to himself before, but he’s always been much more himself when he forgets before this, so- the data is inconclusive. For now, we can’t seem to reach him.” 

“Leaving me to answer the call as your imagination.” Remus leaned forward, as much into Thomas’s space as he could outside of daydream mode. “Use me.”

Thomas leaned away, laughing uncomfortably.

“Can I use you to come up with a way to get Roman back?” 

“If you’re going to be dull, yeah.” 

“Can we… can we go get him? Like we did with Virgil?” Thomas asked. 

“That would be incredibly dangerous. The Imagination is not like our rooms. It’s unpredictable, and easy to get lost in.”

“Patton just said he keeps ending up back outside it.”

“That’s Patton.” Logan gestured at him. “If you were with us, I don’t know what would happen. We could get separated, or hurt, and our natural abilities are tempered by the environment.”

“So what, I just wait around for him to work through whatever he’s doing, or forget us and abandon me?” Thomas looked genuinely upset at the prospect. 

“Don't worry,” Remus assured Thomas, with a huge grin. “I’ll always stick with you, until you safeword out.”

“Uh, disturbing; also we haven’t established a safe word.”

“Better start guessing then.” Remus winked. 

“He prefers ‘Roman’ And ‘Please’” Logan offered.

Thomas turned slowly and stared at Logan for a long moment. Logan blinked at him, wondering what brought that on. 

“Okay, moving on.” Thomas shook himself. “I understand the danger Logan, but I can’t… I can’t just wait around and hope this gets better on it’s own. Roman’s my … my friend, as well as everything else. If I hurt him, I need to try and fix it.” 

“I don’t think you do understand the danger, Thomas.” Logan bit his lips together and pressed the side of his knuckles to his mouth. 

“As much as I love being the bearer of bad news…” Janus descended  the staircase, stopping on the landing. “I’m afraid it’s gotten worse.” 

“What do you mean?” Thomas said nervously. “...  and where is Virgil? I feel like shit, he should be here, even if he’s still a little on edge from all the big reveals.” 

“That’s the bad news.” Janus sighed, looking slightly defeated. “He went after Roman. By himself.”