#ts fic idea

[part-time-zombie]

Ok so hear me out...

Janus shape-shifts and can accurately look like any of the other sides (technically so can the others, but janus does it the most)

Remus can conjure pretty much anything, even replicas of living people (again, roman can do this too, but remus does it more)

Do you think remus ever asked janus to look like roman for a little while so he can pretend he's with his brother?

Has janus ever asked remus to conjure a fake virgil so it feels like their former friend is still with them?

[fernhelm]

petuniajames🎀🦷

@foursaints answering the call with this

[firewolf111]

Roman: I'm nothing. A nobody.

Janus: *slinking in from the shadows* What's so wrong with that?

Roman: *looks up startled before answering* No one likes a nobody.

Janus: Oh sweetheart. We both know that's not true.

Roman: What do you mean?

Janus: How many times has a show or a book have had a character with only seconds of screen time who somehow gains a devoted fan base?

Roman: Well...

Janus: Exactly. Eventually, you'll find your fan base. You will find those who will love you.

Roman: But-

Janus: Ah, ah, ah. No buts. It's the rules. If there is a character, there is someone who loves them. People are included in that rule as well. It's not just for fictional characters. Which means you are loved.

Roman: But who could love someone like me?

Janus: Me, dear. Me. And the rest of your family. You have your fans, you just have to see them. They love you. They love the person that you are.

Roman: What if I don't know who that is? What if I'm not sure what character I am?

Janus: That's the fun part. You get to decide your character. It's a choose your own adventure book. Completely customizable. And no matter what you pick, you'll still have someone who will love you.

Roman: Even if I mess it all up?

Janus: *chuckles* Sweetheart, have you seen the characters that some of these people simp for? You could be a serial killer and they'd fawn over you. So yes, even if you mess up.

Roman: I still don't know my role, though. I don't know what my character is or what part I play. I'm clearly not the hero.

Janus: *shrugs* Why can't you be the hero?

Roman: *Gestures to himself* Because I'm me. I'm no hero.

Janus: I think that's up to the author to decide.

Roman: *snorts* Who is the author? Jesus?

Janus: *rolls his eyes* You are. Obviously.

Roman: Me?

Janus: Yes. Have I not made that clear during my whole "You can create your own character" spiel?

Roman: *sighs* Yeah, yeah. Whatever. But what if I don't know what character I want to be?

Janus: Then just be Roman.

And maybe it was that simple. At least in theory. It isn't easy deconstructing the roles you forced yourself into. Nor is it easy to teach yourself to be the person you want to be instead of chasing the love and affection of others to the detriment of your identity.

Because most of us want to be someone. To matter and be loved. But what value does being someone hold other than placing us in a role to entertain?

In the end, being a nobody is much more fun. To be able to build yourself from scratch beside a fan base that cheers and loves you as they watch you grow.

Maybe someday Roman will be a somebody. Maybe one day all the nobodies will become something special. But for now, the story has just started.

Turn the page.

[dragonnarrative-writes]

KinkVember 11 - Knife Play

Slasher Simon "Ghost" Riley x Bambi x Transferrable Skills Simon

Read on AO3

CW: Knife play, blood mention, CMNF, explicit consent, check ins, abrupt ending

Notes: This is from a project that I'm percolating on with @sentientcave. All you need to know about that, right now, is that for Good and Plot Relevant Reasons, the various versions of the 141 I've written, and some of their darlings, have met and are in an interesting Liminal Space, where they are passing the time.

This is not cannon to either Slasher Handler or Transferrable Skills at this time.

PS: Haha, yeah, it's late. I feel a little bad about it, but I am also being nice to myself about it. Happy KinkVember!

Ghost is not as big as your Simon, but his presence is… overwhelming. He sits on the couch, bare faced, the way he never is around the other versions of himself. His blue eyes burn into yours, before he flicks them down to take in what you've worn for this experience. Simon's shirt hugs your curves and sits lightly on your hips, the only thing you're wearing other than a pair of lacy panties. You clench your toes when he looks at your bare feet, inexplicably shy.

He unsheathes the knife.

When you take a reflexive step back, Simon is there to catch you. One of his large hands rubs your shoulder, the other caresses your throat. "You're safe, Bambi. You trust me?"

"I trust you," you answer. "You won't let me get hurt, you won't get mad, you won't punish me."

"'m gonna hurt you," Ghost says. He cocks his head. "You know no one stays dead here?"

"You do anything she doesn't want," Simon rumbles above your head, "and I'm going to make you wish you could die."

Ghost sits back, cocking his head. "Never said anything about doing anything she don't want. Just said the truth of what she's asked me for. To hurt 'er. And that I can't kill 'er."

You feel a lot less brave, now that you're looking at the unsheathed knife in his hand. "What if I change my mind?"

"Then we check in," Simon answers, fingers pinching your earlobe. He nudges you forward when Ghost holds his empty hand out. "You chose him. I trust you."

"You just said you'd make him wish he was dead."

"'e said the same thing to Roman," Ghost chuckles. He catches your wrist with surprisingly gentle fingers. He moves so fast, you don't have time to flinch. The knife is just there, against your hip, lifting the hem of Simon's shirt to expose pink lace.

"Aren't you pretty?"

"It's all I could find," you whisper as the sharp edge of the blade plinks through rayon and elastic.

"Price is a demon, an' he likes pretty girls," Ghost rumbles. "'s true in every reality."

The panties barely make a sound as he slices through one side, then the other. You don't even have to step out of them, they just flutter to the ground. He uses the sharp tip to poke through the hem of the shirt, but simply lifts it. At your puzzled face, he raises an eyebrow until you get with the program and pull it off all the way.

Ghost gestures with a finger for you to turn around. You gulp as you do, looking up into Simon's concentrating face. Ghost's hand on your hip pulls you back, until you're plopped unceremoniously in his lap, Simon following to tower over you both.

"You know it could scar?" Ghost asks, perfunctory.

"I know," you whisper.

"You say stop, it stops. Acknowledge," Simon prompts, taking one of your hands in his. Ghost pushes your shoulder forward until your chest is pressed against Simon’s front, your other hand braced against his hip.

You gulp. "Acknowledged."

The first bite of the knife against your left shoulder blade is a shock. You can tell it's a small cut, but it stings, and you're not sure why you're surprised. You don't really have time to brace before the knife is back.

Ghost moves so fast, so methodically. You imagine it's like getting a tattoo as he works his way across your shoulders. Eventually the sting seeps into you and turns into a warmth that flows down your spine until Simon is holding you up.

The pain makes things a little fuzzy and warm around the edges. The little knicks lose their edge, and you nuzzle into Simon’s belly with a hum.

Beneath you, Ghost is hard, but you kind of expected that. His hand doesn't waver, though. He just pauses when you squirm against him and resumes his work when you settle again.

You are surprised when you feel Simon getting hard against your breasts. Ghost pauses as you tip your head up to look into Simon’s dark eyes, then resumes his methodical work.

“Sits like a dream,” Ghost says behind you.

“She’s perfect,” Simon says, stroking gentle fingers over your cheek. When you catch his thumb between your lips, he groans. “Color, Bambi.”

You’re still lucid enough that the words come easy. “Green. Please.”

“Good girl,” Simon rumbles, and his other hand dips down to touch the top of your back. You can’t help but shiver as he brings the red tips of his fingers up to his lips.

[grimesgirll]

what if he's written "mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind?

guilty as sin? - taylor swift

[oatmealdaydreams]

What if Orange was a canary to his own coal mine?

He's the canary, the warning of incoming danger, but he's the danger he's warning about. He's the coal mine, about to be home to unpleasantness and upset. He must warn the Others, the miners doing their jobs, but not every miner listens to the canary.

They are doomed bc of their own ignorance and unwillingness. Some make it out relatively unscathed, some don't. Some don't make it out at all and can't seem to move on.

What if Orange was both the warning AND the danger? What then?

Is this anything?

[naminethewitch]

I've been listening to this song a few times in a row now and... it so gives Logan and Remus vibes. At least in the worst timeline of where canon is heading. I mean:

Strike first Make it hurt When everyone assumes the worst I never have to say I'm sorry

Spiteful Ruinous I'm all things you feared I was Another villain in your story

You think that I'm a spitfire? You should Afraid you're on my bad side? That's good If I wanted to end you I could I could

I'm sinking down If you only knew how hard it is For me to climb out I'm kicking and screaming But no one can hear me So what happens now? The shadows are creeping in I didn't ask forI didn't ask for this

Logan, ignored so often, decides to change his tactics, Logan is orange theory vibes right there. He's not going to take it anymore and strikes back...

Cold rage Hides the shame Of images I can't escape Scars that live under the surface

It's strange What I became When part of me was ripped away And replaced with something worthless

You think that I'm a spitfire? You should Afraid you're on my bad side? That's good If I wanted to end you I could I could

I'm sinking down If you only knew how hard it is For me to climb out I'm kicking and screaming But no one can hear me So what happens now? The shadows are creeping in I didn't ask for I didn't ask for this

Remus, with the intrusive thoughts that plague Thomas, ripped apart from his twin and deemed the bad version of creativity. He decides to embrace it and loses himself in the morbid ideas.

Take what's left Of my fractured heart Bloodstained 'cause The pieces are so sharp

Take what's left Of my fractured heart Bloodstained 'cause The pieces are so sharp

I'm sinking down If you only knew how hard it is For me to climb out I'm kicking and screaming But no one can hear me So what happens now? The shadows are creeping in I didn't ask for I didn't ask for this

Never forget I didn't ask for this

Both of them, trying to reach Thomas in a desperate plea to be heard.

[just-your-average-author]

That time Patton thought Virgil was a Drug Addict

Patton was worried. He didn't like being worried and he certainly didn't like why he was worried. Patton had always considered himself the dad of the group, and like any responsible parent, it was his job to make sure everyone in his famILY was safe and happy. Patton tutted and sighed, scrolling furiously on his computer, scanning the paragraphs with his eyes. Why did science have to be so difficult to understand? Finally, he smiled having found a simplified page, that even had a built-in questionnaire! Perfect! He quickly glanced around, and upon making sure no one saw, he scribbled down a few of the questions on a post it, and cleared the history. There was no need worrying any one else.

Virgil was worried. Granted, Virgil was always worried so he wasn't too bothered by it. However, he started a new job and the stress had really gotten to him, so he sucked it up and took himself to a doctor appointment and gotten himself a fancy new prescription. Virgil read the bottle, noting he could take it up to three times a day, and shoved it in his pocket.

Over the course of a couple weeks, Virgil felt a lot better. He took his medicine whenever he felt panicked or like spiraling, and was even able to tolerate more social activities. He even accepted the other Sides' invitation to the mall, which he didn't notice Patton's look of concern at that. Yep! All was going well.

Virgil fidgeted with the pill bottle in his hand, hesitating before taking one of his pills. He was almost out, and he didn't get a refill for a couple days. "Dammit!" he muttered. Patton walked into the kitchen, glancing over at the anxious side, but trying to look inconspicuous. "Hey Virgil," Patton remarked, sounding casual. "What's wrong?"

Virgil tutted. "I'm almost out, and I can't get more until later," he nonchalantly answered, before walking past a thoroughly horrified Patton.

That was it, Patton thought to himself. Virgil obviously needed help, and he would be damned to see him struggle like this. He wondered if he should really Logan and Roman for this, but ultimately decided for the sake of Virgil, he should hold off unless it was truly needed.

The next day, Virgil was in the living room, typing on his phone when Patton strolled in. "Hey, Virgil, whatcha doing?"

Virgil shrugged. "Not much, just checking to see if my drugs are ready."

Patton sighed, "Kiddo, I think we need to talk." Virgil looked up from his phone and raised an eyebrow.

"Okay?"

"I just want you to know this is a safe space, and I'd like you to answer honestly, you aren't on trial here," he assured. Virgil just looked more puzzled.

"Okay?.."

"I know you've been taking these pills and," Patton stuttered, "I just had a few questions."

Ah, Virgil thought. Patton must be nervous to talk to a doctor about his anxiety too. "Sure, Patton. Go ahead."

Encouraged by Virgil's surprising cooperation, he recalled his questions. "Does taking this, well, drug, give you a feeling that you've escaped reality?"

Virgil cocked his eyebrow. "Uh no, not really. But, I mean that's the goal I suppose. To experience a better reality."

Patton gulped. "Interesting. Do you take the drug to make you happy?" Virgil chuckled.

"Yeah, that's kind of the point, Patton." he laughed.

"Oh dear," Patton whisperered. Virgil looked at him confused.

"Patton, I-"

"And do you look forward to them after a long day at work?" Patton interjected frantically.

Virgil tilted his head, "Patton they're for when I'm at work."

Patton let out a strangled sob and crumpled to the floor in tears. Alarmed, Virgil jumped up and raced over. "Patton what's the matter?"

"You're a drug addict!" he wailed, covered his eyes with his hands.

"What???"

Patton sniffled. "I know you're taking drugs, and I found this questionnaire online and rehab is expensive Virgil, but I have to help and-"

Virgil just started laughing, laughing harder then he had in a while. Patton looked mad. "This isn't funny! You need help Virgil, you're obviously dependent on these pills."

Still laughing, Vigil got up and handed Patton his pill bottle, "Patton, these are Hydroxyzine!"

"Gesundheit?" he asked, looking over the bottle.

Virgil laughed again. "It's an anti-anxiety medicine. My doctor prescribed it to me for stress." Virgil barely missed Patton's "Oh", before descending into deep laughter all over again.

Virgil quieted and watched Patton, realizing he had some explaining to do. "Patton, it's not about escaping reality or not being happy without it; it's a tool to help me function better, and avoid killing my idiotic manager," Virgil explained, trying to reassure his well-meaning friend.

Patton nodded, a mix of relief and understanding crossing his face. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to make sure you're okay, Virgil. I care about you."

Virgil offered a small smile. "Thanks, Patton. I appreciate your concern. If you ever have questions, feel free to ask."

"Sandy is a little idiotic."

Virgil cackled. "A little? Boy let me tell you what happened Wednesday."

With that, the two continued their conversation, Patton now more informed about Virgil's perspective on anxiety medication, and Virgil grateful for Patton's caring nature, even if it sometimes led to amusing misunderstandings.

[zukkaoru]

🌟 all the world is paved in gold 🌟

“Why are you even late today?” Kunikida grumbles, and he actually spares a glance up from his work to look at Dazai.

“Oh!” Dazai claps his hands together. “I brought a present! Not for you, though, sorry. Well, I can give you something later~” he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

“Dazai.”

“Kidding!” He’s not, but the rest of the Agency doesn’t need to know that. He picks up his grocery bag and carries it over to Kenji’s desk. “Here,” he says, dropping it on top of a stack of papers. “For your shoulders.”

Kenji hesitates, staring at the bag. “Huh?”

“Heat helps with the pain, right? These heating pads are disposable, and they’ll stick to your back so you can wear them while you work.”

5 times the ada helps kenji + 1 time he thanks them

🌟 5.4k words || kenji & the ada 🌟 🌟 written for @that-was-anticlimactic for tourette's awareness month 💓

[cheesycheesyches]

parenting is hard

(1?)

Logan reached up into the closet, struggling to pull out the game without knocking down all the others. He wished the twins learned how to put things up neatly, it would save everyone some trouble. This was something special he had been saving though, and he was excited to show Virgil. Being the youngest, he knew it was difficult to find games they all enjoyed, but that wasn't an issue today. Roman had dress rehearsal and Remus was at the pet store, presumably looking at the rats. It was just the two of them today. Once everything was set up, he walked upstairs and gently rapped on the doorframe.

He was greeted with a frown, but Virgil turned towards the wall after a moment. "Hey, um- I was wondering if you wanted to do something..." He waited, and after realizing he wouldn't go without a response, his son lowered his headphones and engaged in the conversation. "What is it?" He wasn't sure now if he wanted to play now, but continued anyway. "A boardgame. It's kind of vampire themed, but I'm not exactly sure how it works." "Oh. Okay." Logan nodded and went back to the table. Eventually Virgil came down, but he didn't seem enthused. This was something he had never understood. He complained and grumbled about so many things, but proceeded to do them. If he wasn't happy, why didn't he do something that was pleasing? It was strange to him, but he would just do his best to make sure there was the choice to say "no". As Virgil sat down, he read the rules, hoping he wasn't forcing anything upon his emo.

[part-time-zombie]

Sometimes, on a dark and stormy night, roman will hear something scratching and shuffling under his bed, but when he shines a light to look all he sees is a pair of eyes staring back.

Other nights, when the whole world is dead silent, he'll feel a cold, clammy hand come up and hold onto his hand when he lets it drape down over the bed, but it let's go if he ever tries to look at it.

Roman is convinced there's a monster under his bed and remus lets him believe it, mostly because he doesn't know how to tell him that he sneaks into romans room to feel safe after bad dreams.

[formlessvoidbeast]

I might be cheerfully pushing my completed batfam fic, but please know that on the inside I am frothing at the mouth and chomping at the bit because I can't wait to share my 3 (count 'em, three) fully written and complete new Lupin III fics, which due to the silly rules I have made for myself I don't get to share until next year

[emoprincey]

I've been thinking about Remus' reaction to the evil twin comment, and the way I see it, there are three options:

Remus not being bothered at all. He and Janus lean into the role of being villains, he probably jokes about being evil all the time and doesn't care that Janus said it.

He isn't bothered by the fact that Janus called him evil, but he is upset that comparing Roman to him was the most hurtful thing Janus could think of. Additionally, he could just be angry that Janus upset his brother.

Remus is upset about the evil twin comment, because while he's used to being perceived as evil and leans into the role of a villain, he isn't ok with his best friend, the only person who actually understands him and what he's been through, saying the thing that's probably been used to insult him his entire life.

Now, because I like polls, I'm gonna let you guys vote and see which idea is the most popular.

[tss-highschool-au]

if I were to write smut would anyone be interested in reading it

[updownlately]

wips: check marks mean in progress these are in no particular order btw

requests: - leah -> she needs to slow down in life - it's you by ali gatie song req - team fic (awfc) - lucy bronze fic (no idea what i'm writing for this one tbh) - singer!r x leah - bday celebrations x leah - ona x reader (based on a doublecamp song) ✅ - alexia x reader fluff ✅ - r in a poor relationship x alessia - alexia x reader angst song req ✅

other things im writing: - best part of me blurb series (12 of those) ✅ - alessia x reader sick fic ✅ - alessia x reader fic based off the song 'hey stupid ily' ✅ - alessia x reader christmas blurb ✅ - leah x reader fic based off a fletcher song ✅ - steph catley x reader angst blurb ✅

unfinished ideas i could continue if there's interest: - alessia x reader (5 times and 1 about falling asleep) - moth to a flame ideas - 3 fics for the black and white universe - alessia x r fic based off the songs lonely city (mokita), london (mokita), and this town (niall) - alexia x r fic based off the song catalonia

overall a shit ton of ideas and at the same time not enough. lmk if y'all would like anything expedited and i can try and do that! in the meantime, prolly gonna focus on the best part of me series, and knocking off reqs :)

[glassesgays]

thinking bout the moment in the valentines day ep where patton suggests they all flirt with each other

imagine them playing a game where they flirt with each other . roman loses immediately. janus is good at flirting but is barely better at receiving it

logan doesnt 'get' flirting at first so instead he lists traits he likes about every side. it works very well

no one expects patton of all sides to be good at flirting, but he is! he compliments you so sincerely that you cant help but blush (even if he uses bad puns)

sooner or later they're the final two, with the rest of the sides watching them eagerly, waiting to see who would get flustered first

they start flirting and exchanging compliments, the sweeter (and more truthful) they become

and finally, when the other sides think that the game will never end, one of them shouts 'i love you!'