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luffythinker · 7 months ago

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i so so so so so love the journey as well your mind OP YOUR MIND

since they go to different schools i imagined while reading what you said Yo if he doesn't live far far away cause i dont know where ketsubutsu and UA are but we know Shiketsu is hailed as the UA of the west it might not be too out of his way to walk Deku to school...WAIT I RUINED MY OWN IDEA Deku lives in the dorms by time he even meets him so he couldn't walk him to school but i think Yo is gayer then Deku just a little (ALOT) fruityer so his gay ass would run all the way from school to visit Deku if he doesn't drive cause Yo is a 3rd year i'll get into Deku being like flustered about dating older by like a year or two jfdzbhjbthd like its not even older but he's blasting out of proportions like "He must be like so mature" and he gets to know him and he's like "Immature little shit, im more responsible one here" in his mind LOL

I bet they talk on the phone all night long. I bet Yo likes to come through his window so nobody knows hes there in Deku's dorm cuddling with his boyfriend. Someone comes in and "WHO THE SHIT IS THAT DEKU DOUBLE???" cause they dont remember him from the license exam and since it's late hours Deku could play it off as "i dont know what your talking about, there was nobody in my room, you alright there?" AND ITS PROBABLY TODOROKI AND TODOROKI IS QUESTIONING HIS SANITY LMAO

Deku leaving at random times cause he's not telling them he's dating someone outside UA and everyone wondering where he's going. Like hes not gonna lie but hes not gonna tell them where hes going. "Im going out." THATS ALL comes back after a date of fighting dumbstruck cause they kissed and he's hungry as fuck.

"I like the scenario we set in the other ask, of them kissing for the first time mid-fight cause it would be hot and impulsive and not planned at all," ME TOO

"they wouldn't know the other was feeling like that. They both realize that there is something there after the kiss, Izuku would spend the week freaking out over it and Yo is like huh guess i do like him after all!" When i read this i thought of it this way, Yo didn't even know he himself was gay, like he was in denial of being gay until he was kissing him. OH SHIT IM GAY? I LIKE THIS??? WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING? KISSING ANOTHER BOY?? HOLDING HIM? HES HOLDING ME TOO? I LIKE THIS??? my idea is that Yo is very chaotic in his headspace im sorry lanfrjksndvjfkt

"when they meet again (after 2 weeks cause Izuku likes to avoid it) Shindo is pretty chill about it and Midoriya is like .... ? is that it ? they decide not to rush into anything and just get to know each other better, so their relationship dynamic grows over time."

SEE I LIKE THIS, those 2 weeks are hell for Yo cause he's thinking about him morning noon and night. he wakes up thinking about him wondering why he wont call him or text him or try to talk about this but then again it might be a one time thing but disaster boy over here doesn't want it to be a one time thing maybe? he's questioning himself looking in the mirror wanting to see Izuku by his side, wanting him in his bed to cuddle with im sorry i see Yo as a little bitch baby i love him i mean this in a positive way when i call him a bitch baby.

If Yo finds out Deku is deleberly avoiding him he starts thinking Deku hates him or something or is anti gay or something and he's like "maybe i need to tell him no homo??? so we can keep being friends??"

this situation is so that meme that's like "Too bad your a boy cause if you were a girl i'd date you" they are fucking stupid i love them im sorry if these takes are not what your looking for im half joking half telling you my thoughts so don't take everything im saying complete seriousness.

Deku is the one not questioning anything cause he knows what being gay is, Bakugo will always be his gay awakening and he's openly bi just never brought it up around Yo, he doesn't know Yo doesn't really know anything about lgbt because he's around class 1A all the time and they are the most rainbow fucking people ever including his teacher we are not dis-cluding Aizawa as the skittle squad camp leader. Someone once said Deku's mom she always thought he was gay and was ready for him to come out to her like "whenever your ready you can come out to me Izuku ok? this is a safe place" and when he comes out he's like "Im bi" and shes like "HUH? OK not what i thought but im happy all the same you told me"

The thing Deku is questioning is "will we kiss again? i really like him but i don't think he really likes me that seemed like a spur of the moment thing, we were pretty heated and it was getting crazy. He wants to go back to that moment badly. Poor things decided to stop when one of them pushed their hips together a little too hard in the moment of it all, probably Deku and it was just going completely down hill in the best way but they really should stop.

"could see them working as friends with benefits for a while before catching feelings too!!"

LISTEN, if we agree Yo is the one who knows nothing we can work with friends with benefits for a while like Yo is all "hey i dont hate kissing you we could do it again sometimes if you want" Yo is the shy one, he's the simping one cause hes new to this, he doesn't wanna come off as inexperience but it shows a lot. However Deku is patient with him to a point tho, he can only go on with it for so long until he's probably kissing him for the 17th time in their makeout sessions, he's all frustrated and says "Can we just, please admit we like each other so we can stop beating around the bush please?" and it throws Yo so off his game.

And you know what? i'd even say Yo is the bottom in their relationship like Deku is a switch, he can play the role given but in this situation i can't really see it any other way

Your honor they are a disaster, I not only rest my case i put that fucker to bed, knock him the fuck out in his sleep.

OMG ANON THAT'S A WOLE ESSAY LET'S GET INTO IT

I see the appeal of yo taking him to school / or just passing by to say hi before the day starts!! they totally text all day and call every night, you know those couples who call on facetime just to see each other while they do other stuff? that's them. they call while izuku is studying, they don't even need to talk but just have the other's presence there is so comforting. also Yo coming through the window??? love the chaotic energy this would bring, izuku loves it

I LOVE THE IDEA OF YO GOING DOWN THE AM I GAY PANICKJDKJDFKJF he would overthink it so bad, he defntly googles am i gay quiz at least once a day until he gets to see izuku again. also him thinking deku avoiding him is homophobia is os fucking funny to mekjdvkjvckjfdk he does not know that boy is fruityyyyy, he would probably be scared as fuck having to talk to him again not knowing if he was cool with gay people (but i mean it's izuku could he ever really have hate in his heart for anybody...)

but i also like the idea of deku being chill about it, cause he knows his sexuality so i think he would accept his feelings much better in this scenario, the panic would come to how to tell this to Yo. (also not to go into the rabbit hole of Inko, but can we all just agree that lady is a fucking lesbian???? husband who left and never came back??? cmon lady we know u divorced him because you were in love with ur female best friend i just fucking know it, she would also be like incredibly supportive of izuku, she's the type of mom who gives rainbow socks for pride)

"Poor things decided to stop when one of them pushed their hips together a little too hard in the moment of it all, probably Deku and it was just going completely down hill in the best way but they really should stop." AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA LOSING MY DAMN MIND HERE

AND YEAHHHH i can see him trying to play cool and just agree to keep doing this but mostly because he doesn't know how to act, he didn't get the gay dating rulebook. AND I LOVE THE IDEA OF DEKU SAYING YOOOOO CAN W EPLS JUST BE NORMAL AND DATEKHDJKDFK

i can see them both as switches tbh!! i guess yo as a power bottom, cause he's full of opinions so i assume he doesn't shut the fuck up during itvcjkfdkjfd and izuku is more of a gentle reassuring (but firm) top which fits perfectly in their dynamic

edit: i forgot to add but i was listening to mitski while reading this, and i must say 'i love me after you' kinda fits them a lot ??

#god i love this discussion #yo shindo #midoriya izuku #bnha #mha #rei replies

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rotdotmp3 · 4 years ago

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heres my polycule <3

mikell, he/him & she/her (local cowboy)

gears, she/her gay man (mikisser)

me, clancy, he/him (full of love)

#we cuddle in headspace and think about gay things #mikell feels mucxh better about being gay now which is super poggers #its clancy :3 #clancycore #gearscore #mikellcore

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hopefullystillatheatrestudent · 4 years ago

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okay so i’ve been going crazy these past few days. all about cockles/jensmish and obsessively watching their panels or reading the transcripts BECAUSE. THEY ARE LOUD. LIKE. i saw some fancams on twt and i thought people were just exaggerating but noooooooooo!!!???? so, getting to the point. you said that how do we know that jensen is performing masculinity? because jared isn’t and THAT IS A BIG BRAIN MOMENT. ON POINT. I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH. a particular moment from gag reel that jumps out (which you’ve talked about) when jensen goes ‘cas, you are my baby daddy’ and misha goes, ‘i know i love you too’ and jensen goes, ‘i didn’t say i love you’ and misha goes, ‘i know you wanted to’ and jensen says, ‘i love you’ WHAT THE FUCK! that was NOT a joke. yes, people took it as a joke and had a good laugh BUT I HAVE WATCHED IT TOO MANY TIMES AND IT LIVES IN MY MIND RENT FREE BECAUSE IT WAS NOT A PERFORMANCE. THAT WAS JENSEN. THAT WAS MISHA. jensen has a had trouble with the pda and being all touch feely (the breakup theory) and he gradually grew into it, accepted it and misha was right there all along, never pushed it. it was like a deancas au but tbh, 99% of destiel is because of cockles and we all know it. i just. jensen has latched onto dean as an emotional support because he tunes with it. understands it. projects on to it. yeah, i just had to say it and get it off my chest. (and what about those poetry pages on instagram? alma? what is your opinion?) btw, you have a lovely blog and your analysis are right on target.

so there is a LOT i’m going to address here(how dare you bring up [gunshot] i HAVE to talk about it now) so again!!!! under a cut it goes but i hope you appreciate my rambles anon it seems like you do :,)

1. jared vs. jensen and performing masculinity. hell yeah man. jared and jensen are both just ‘guys from texas’ but they are still so vastly different. today i actually had a revelation that i’m pretty sure has to do with me being bi. and it’s that i have a group of straight friends(that i love dearly but they care too much about hockey and pitbull imo could not be me) and i have a group of queer friends(who are also batshit[affectionate]). and it’s like whichever group i hang out with a different side of me emerges? they’re both me, it’s just that certain aspects of who i am as a person only surface depending on who i am around. however, i will say i feel like i watch what i say around my straight friends more. i see that very clearly in jensen as well. around jared during panels and on set, he’s definitely putting on an air of machismo and engages in typical guy talk. i do think an element of it is performative, because he wants validation from jared that they’re still just two dudes from texas taking on the world together despite his sexual identity. does that make any sense??? i hope so. but when he’s with misha he is an entirely different person and his sense of humour becomes wildly different. the machismo fades away, he’s way less caught up in what people think about him, lets his guard down, etc. to go back to my original point which is how j2 are different in that regard....jared does not do this. he is a constant. he does not flip a switch between ‘performing masculinity’ and ‘not’ because he isn’t performing any part of who he is. he just IS. so yeah these two are similar in many regards but there’s somewhat of a dissonance between them when it comes to how they perform masculinity because one of them is putting on a show and the other is merely being.

2. that crypt scene blooper(here just in case you need to see it again. do it. as a treat.) when i tell you i have easily seen this over thirty times??? since it first came out??? i mean it. it is such an overlooked(r*mantic) moment and it means so much more than people think it does. i’ve talked about the context behind it, and i think that’s why this blooper was so meaningful, so i’ll mention it again. jensen and misha had a LOT of trouble with this scene. the reason is that jensen couldn’t wrap his head around why dean would be saying these things, if i remember correctly, and both of them sat down and scoured over how they should play it for a while before filming(teamwork ;) teammates *ahem*). [to be honest we all know why jensen had a hard time with that scene and it is because it is blatantly romantic. rip to him but i would simply give in to it at that point but oh well] so anyway, their heads were scattered going into shooting, which is NEVER a good headspace to be in for a scene, ESPECIALLY not a pivotal one. but they had each other to help them through said weird energy on set that couldn’t possibly have invoked the best feelings, especially considering jensen STILL doesn’t think he played that correctly(but he praised misha on his performance :,) ). and with that context every single part of that video hits haRD

-’stop pulling my face towards your crotch’ i think this is objectively hilarious because it really really looks like jensen is pulling HIMSELF towards misha’s crotch. again, you’re fooling no one, jensen. misha’s wheezing laugh and the way he wraps himself around jensen is also,,,sweet??? like i don’t know how else to describe how i see it but this moment really reads as jensen, in his weird ‘constructing elaborate rituals’ way is asking for security through a physical touch from misha and he happily obliges and gives jensen what he needs. because i mean...watch it again. jensen ‘fights back’, but not really at all, actually. pretty wimpy counterattack. he literally lets himself be smothered by misha, and i would literally describe what they end up doing as cuddling.

-’i need you, cas. you’re my baby daddy’ i love having an actor’s perspective on things bc i think i can explain what’s going on here. jensen just delivered what was(in his own mind) a rotten take of the lines he’s most scared of delivering. so the scene was already messed up. therefore; ensuing fuckery is warranted to help him feel better. but there’s also for sure more than meets the eye for what he says here because of misha’s reaction after??? like he seemed genuinely touched. first of all, he’s saying ‘you’re my baby daddy’ as half-jensen, but not necessarily dean either(because he didn’t say the previous lines as true to his character...you get it), to misha, not cas. i think i’ve made this point before, but every single innuendo in the gag reels is to misha specifically, never once cas. therefore; logical conclusion: ‘you’re my baby daddy’ was for misha and it meant something deeper than we think because of what follows it

-this part. jensen’s giddy ass smile after he sees misha crack and then misha says ‘yeah, i know’ (can i just say his voice when he says this is so intimate???? like am i intruding guys??? sorry i’ll let myself out) also he is smiling SO BIG

- ‘i know’ ‘why are you laughing?’ ‘no i know i love you too’ this analysis is already so long but i still want to get into what THAT whole exchange means. ‘why are you laughing?’ to me sounds like jensen’s pretending to be affronted by misha laughing at something that is serious. and it’s serious because he quite literally meant ‘i love you’. he did. misha knows it. misha’s really REALLY good at cutting the bs and just getting to what people are actually trying to say. he has an innate sharpness to his sense of humour. so yes, misha is being 100% accurate when he says ‘i know, but you wanted to say it.’ misha isn’t lying here. jensen did want and mean to say ‘i love you’. and then he actually does say it(in a jokey way but not really).

- so yeah. it is actually so romantic??? like in a weird way jensen was professing his love for misha here?????? and that’s why this clip will NEVER. ever. get old.

3. jensen having trouble with pda and projecting onto dean: we can all call ourselves dean coded cas girls but NO one deserves that title more than jensen ackles himself. he is dean winchester but marginally less repressed because he actually did admit he was in love with his best friend and let himself be happy, and pretty early on too. one year and two months as opposed to twelve years. so. happy deancas au is correct. and yes about the pda thing: one day i want to write my own post about both of their body language when it comes to each other, but all i can tell is jensen, even in the early days, couldn’t help himself from flirting with misha, but if misha ever crossed a line, jensen would not be happy. clearly he’s come around, however. what i find sweet is that misha always follows jensen’s lead when it comes to how much affection they’re allowed to show each other onstage. it touches my soul

4. destiel is cockles fault. yeah. and the thing is everyone knows it, too. even non-cockles shippers will explain early destiel as entirely dependant on jensen and misha’s wild chemistry. and that chemistry is easily explained by the fact that misha and jensen are literally just wildly horny bisexuals who were crazily attracted to one another and were falling in love on screen before our very eyes. and when you have THAT insider info(which sounds cray doesn’t it!!!! the destiel actors are in love irl??? huh???) everything really does click into place. why destiel got SO popular when the show and actors never ever intended for it to happen.(i know some people think misha was playing cas as gay the whole time for shits and giggles, and i won’t deny that[especially considering he found out early on that destiel was why he was staying on the show], but i don’t think he really wanted it to amount to anything, nor did he care??? i mean he has the real thing with jensen, for one, so their characters aren’t really as important. for two, he loves joking about destiel because it’s a cultural phenomenon and it’s fascinating, and i’m sure he did ship it because he’s unhinged, but i don’t think it was vastly important to him either way.) destiel got popular because everyone was and is unintentionally reading into the real deal. i could pull up countless gifs that people have used as destiel proof that is actually just jensen and misha being messy. mainly jensen. if i’m being honest. the symbiotic relationship between destiel and cockles is why i’ve stayed onboard the destielcule and shellerscape for three solid months now; because it is utterly fascinating to witness and kind of super beautiful, too.

5. alma(and others). so. i do NOT want to really REALLY get into this in its entirety here and now so i will just give you my opinion on if i think alma is misha or not. also; i don’t want to mention the other poetry accounts here bc i feel like that’s a bigger breach in privacy, but a lot of people do know about alma now. way too many, actually. this is why we can’t have nice things. anyway-to answer your question-there is absolutely no doubt in my mind that yes, misha is running that alma poetry account. i am 100% certain. some people think it’s actually three people and they’re all connected to misha in some way but that is so needlessly complicated. as it goes in psychology; the easiest explanation is probably the right one. it’s just one person running that account, and it is misha collins. i don’t know why it’s so hard to believe KNOWN POET misha collins(who is known to spend most of his free time writing poetry anyway) would have created a secret poetry account to write about his intense secret relationship under an alias and also get legitimate feedback since no one used to know it was him. oh and the handwriting is identical??? you are blind if you do not see that i am sorry. and a million other things prove it’s misha too but yeah all you need to know is yes. it’s him. it would take a literal livestream from a random woman on that account to convince me otherwise. and honestly not even that because a random woman could technically still log in if misha asked her too. so. it would take a hell of a lot to convince me otherwise, clearly. that said DO NOTTTTTTTTTTTT GO ONTO THAT ACCOUNT WITH A SUPERNATURAL RELATED USERNAME AND COMMENT THINGS THAT ARE COCKLES RELATED. ARE YOU BRAIN DEAD WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT’S OKAY. sorry i got heated but god please just don’t be dumb so many people have already gone way too far

6. thank you for your lovely compliment on my analyses!!! i love doing them but i don’t know if people actually like reading them so i really appreciate it

#liz answers #cockles ask #mini analysis #spec #mine

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 4 years ago

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Pretty Voice

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Warnings: self-doubt, self-esteem issues, all canon-typical. these are just some angsty bois sometimes, huh. other than that, none. this thing’s pretty fluffy.

Pairings: Logince. Can be platonic or romantic you choose, I don’t know anymore.

Word Count: 6367

The Imagination has a theatre. Roman holds concerts regularly. The others are invited to perform but Roman is the star. Today, it’s just him and Logan. Logan’s never wanted to perform. He sits a few rows back from the stage so he can see better and so his eardrums don’t get blown out. Also so Roman can’t really see Logan.

In other words: this isn't the first time Logan's made himself hard to see. It isn't the first time he's struggled to be heard either. Maybe it's time Roman did something about that.

It’s been about half an hour. Logan’s been clapping after every song, offering honest feedback which just happens to be very complimentary. Roman adores his compliments, they’re so unique and genuine. Logan did confess a few songs ago that he is having trouble keeping up with how incredible the performances have been, always finding something new to compliment all the same. And yet when he finishes quite a spectacular rendition about ‘From Now On,’ Logan’s silent. No clapping either. In fairness, the end of the song does kind of fade out, so…but Roman thinks it’s something else.

“Well, if you didn’t like the song,” he huffs melodramatically, perching his hands on his hips, “you could’ve just said so.”

His joking demeanor fades when Logan startles terribly.

“Huh? Oh, oh, my apologies,” Logan stammers, “I just…I fear I lost focus. It was…an incredible rendition.”

Roman squints a little. It’s really…how has he not noticed that it’s pretty hard to see Logan? Has he really been so involved in the performance?

Well, he has to admit, it’s pretty intoxicating. Especially with the acoustics they’ve got in the theatre.

“…are you sure you don’t want to try,” he asks, gesturing to the stage, “just a little song? Just one?”

Logan shakes his head. “I’m perfectly alright.”

“One verse,” he bargains, “a chorus?”

“I couldn’t hope to follow you.”

“Well yes, I am magnificent, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be too.”

Logan smiles and shakes his head again. Roman frowns, coming right to the edge of the stage and crouching down so he’s closer to Logan’s eye-line.

“Are you alright?”

“Hmm? Yes, I am perfectly alright, thank you.”

“And here I thought Deceit was the living lie detector.”

Logan shifts. “Well, it follows that you would have some sense as well. You’re an actor, aren’t you?”

“Flattery will get you everywhere.”

“‘Focus on issues or focus on me,’ as I recall, is one of your favorite catchphrases.”

Yes, it is, but Roman would rather focus on the issues right now. “Come here.”

“What?”

He smiles, beckoning with a finger. “Come here.”

Logan does, standing up and walking down the aisle. Roman waits until he’s fairly close to stand up and jump down from the stage.

“And…up we go!”

Laughing as Logan squeaks in surprise, grabbing onto his shoulders, Roman picks him up and sets him on the stage. He rests his forearms on either side of Logan’s thighs, keeping a light grip on his hips. Even with the height of the stage and the slight downhill slope of the aisle, Roman’s still a little bit taller than Logan, so he takes a step back until they’re eye level.

“And…perfect,” he says, and leans forward until they’re almost nose to nose, grinning like the cat that got the cream. “Hello.”

“…um, hello.” Logan glances around, still trying to work out why he’s no longer on the floor. “Why am I up here?”

So I can cuddle you while I ask you what’s wrong, of course. “Well, I figured shouting across the theatre perhaps wasn’t the best idea.”

Logan raises an eyebrow. “I believe ‘projecting’ is the correct term.”

“So you have been paying attention.”

“I do have some theatre experience. I am a part of Thomas, after all.”

Roman gasps, mock-offended. “And yet you still won’t sing for me?”

“Believe it or not, my prince, I have no desire to humiliate myself like that.”

Oh, we’re using pet-names, now, are we? Well, lucky for Logan, Roman’s an expert.

“Dearest,” he coos, “you really shouldn’t sell yourself short like that. After all—“ he runs a thumb over Logan’s pink cheek, smiling— “sweetheart, you’re lovely.”

Logan shuts their eyes, making Roman chuckle as they bury their face in their hands. “Did you have to do that?”

“Do what, my sweet?”

“You,” Logan says weakly, and oh, he must be flustered if he’s so far gone from his typical articulation, “with the pet-names.”

“Well, darling, you did start it.” Logan shakes his head, only to blush brighter when Roman winks at him. “And what kind of prince would I be if I didn’t flirt with every dashing fellow I came across?”

“You’d be you,” Logan says, “isn’t that enough?”

Roman’s smile falters and before he can stop himself it slips out.

“…is it?”

Logan frowns, blush receding as he tilts his head. “Of course it is, Roman. You…you are an incredible force. Your work ethic rivals that of anyone else, including my own. Your resilience is something to be admired as well, not to mention how hard you work to keep Thomas as the center of your efforts. And you…your abilities…and how selflessly you share them with us…”

Logan takes a deep breath and smiles. “Of course it’s enough, Roman, you’re enough.”

Roman may have the high ground when it comes to flirting, but he has nothing on Logan’s sincere eloquence. All he can do is bathe in the words, try and soak up every single bit of it Logan gives him.

“…you believe me,” Logan murmurs, “right?”

“You really are too sweet to me,” Roman says finally, “aren’t you, little bear?”

He’s rewarded with an adorably confused head tilt. “‘Little bear?’”

“I like to think of you like a little bear,” Roman says, regaining some of his confidence as Logan starts to blush again. “Because you’re an excellent cuddler, just like a teddy bear. You are unmatched in your ability to comfort the rest of us—though don’t tell Patton I said that—and you are fiercely protective of your cubs.”

“And with this jacket—“ Roman pats the thick, fluffy, light brown jacket just about swallowing Logan’s form he’d been given when Roman noticed him shivering in the chill of the theater— “you’re just like a fuzzy little teddy bear!”

To prove his point, he flips up the hood, miscalculating just how floppy it is and smacking Logan in the face with it, sending them both into a fit of giggles.

“And bears like honey. Honey is sweet. And you,” Roman says, leaning close enough to bump their noses together, “are very, very sweet.”

He chuckles when Logan makes a frustrated noise and pulls the hood further over his flushed little face. They’re so cute.

“Aww,” he teases, tugging at the hood, “don’t hide from me, little bear! Let me see you!”

A brief tug-of-war later—in which Roman totally doesn’t cheat by sneaking his hand down and scribbling his nails over his knee—and he pulls the hood away, revealing an adorably flushed Logan pouting at him.

“There you are,” he says, reaching forward to boop his nose. “If you don’t like it, Logan, I can come up with another one.”

“No,” Logan mumbles, “I…I like it.”

Roman takes pity on the blushing mess on the stage in front of him, helping Logan tug the collar of the jacket a little snugger around his neck. “Little bear it is, then.”

Logan, meanwhile, is having a crisis.

Because Roman couldn’t just invite him to spend some one on one time in the Imagination, no. He had to sing to him in the most incredible voice he’s ever heard and then ask if Logan wanted to sing. He had to ask Logan if he was alright in that soft voice that he knows he likes. And he had to pick Logan up like he weighed nothing and set him on the stage, curving his body around him like he was something to be protected.

And he had to give him a personalized nickname and tease him about how cute he is.

And he had to be really, really attractive.

He’s right here, he’s touching you, and you still want more? He made up a special little nickname for you and you aren’t satisfied? What else do you want?

Don’t burden him with your problems too. He’s got his own stuff to deal with. He’s got more of a right to be upset about these things than you do.

You’re not even supposed to be upset in the first place.

“Little bear?”

Logan shakes his head. “You’re going to use that every chance you get, aren’t you?”

“Well, that and depending on how you feel about pet names—“

Why did you nod, you useless gay?

Roman’s smile just widens. “Then yes. Yes, I am. So, my sweet little bear—“ internal screaming can commence now, thank you— “what’s got you looking like someone stole all your honey?”

“I don’t…I don’t want…if you are not in a good headspace—“

Rolling his eyes fondly, Roman resettles his grip on Logan’s hips. “Gorgeous, if you keep being as sweet as you are, I am going to get a toothache.”

And Logan thinks he can brush it off, toss some meaningless barb back that’ll either get Roman to talk about something else or at least flirt with him to pass the time instead, but then Roman says: “you can talk to me, little bear,” in a voice so gentle it makes his chest ache.

Where do I start? How do I start? What if I say the wrong thing? Do I even remember how to do this?

What if he changes his mind?

This is stupid, just talk. You know how. Just say something. Anything.

“Sorry, I am…not the most articulate right now.”

“If the bountiful praise you lavished upon me earlier is any indication, I’m afraid I’m going to have to disagree with you.”

Well, there goes that excuse.

Why is this so hard for you? He’s not a mind-reader, you will actually have to talk to him. Isn’t that what you’ve been preaching, you hypocrite?

Do you even have anything to say?

You’re not just going to make something up for attention, are you?

Or is that what you’re doing now? Stalling for attention?

What’s the point of you having a voice if you’re not going to use it?

Now you’re just wasting his time.

The lightest touch on the side of his head and Logan startles terribly. Roman shushes him, finishing tucking a strand of hair out of the way.

“…you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“No!”

Roman blinks, taken aback by the shout. Shit. Logan curls his fists in the coat.

“No,” he mumbles again, “I…”

Great job. Say something.

Roman watches Logan war with himself, growing more and more worried as his eyes squeeze shut, his mouth opening and closing with no words coming out. When he hasn’t moved for a few minutes, he racks his brain for a way to help.

“Once upon a time,” he murmurs finally, smiling gently when Logan’s gaze flicks to his, “there was a forest. A small forest, not too big, where all sorts of creatures lived. Cats, snakes, spiders, frogs, owls, dragons, bears…all sorts.”

As he talks, he rubs soothing circles into their hips with his thumbs.

“And they all had secrets, because everybody does, and they all kept their secrets in different places. At the bottom of their ponds, tucked away in their burrows, hidden their nests…”

Roman steps closer, bracing most of his weight on one arm, wrapping it around Logan’s back to hold them close.

“Where does the little bear keep their secrets?”

He takes his free hand and carefully pushes the flaps of the jacket aside, laying it gently on Logan’s stomach.

“What about here, in their belly? Where all the sweet honey goes? Maybe if I poke it a bit—“ Roman gently prods at a few spots, smiling when Logan giggles and squirms— “the secrets will come out. No, no, that’s a giggle. Maybe over here? On their sides? No, those are more giggles. Hmm…well, this may just be a giggle button.”

A little squeeze here, a little scribble there. Roman smiles when Logan’s face starts to glow that lovely pink again, his giggles still flowing out. He’s more than happy to stand here and lightly tickle Logan until he feels better, but when Logan starts gently batting at his chest and shoulders, trying to push him away, he relents.

“Hmm,” he murmurs, “well, I think there are only giggles in here. Let’s just…pat them a bit to calm them back down.”

He rubs his tummy firmly to soothe away any lingering tingles, then raises his hand to lay over Logan’s upper chest.

“What about here, in their chest? Right here…next to their heart. Oh, I can feel it,” he says, pressing his hand a little firmer, feeling the reassuring thud, “it’s a strong heart. Which makes sense, after all, for our little bear. But…”

Roman searches Logan’s face. Not yet.

“…no. No secrets here.”

Moving slowly, slow enough that Logan can stop him if he wants, Roman tucks his hand against his neck, feeling his pulse against his hand.

“What about here,” he says, “in their throat? Right next to these lovely vocal chords they’re so shy about, maybe if they sing a little, their secrets will come tumbling out?”

It makes the tiniest smile come to Logan’s face but he shakes his head. Roman pouts, unable to keep up the façade when it makes the smile grow.

“Alright then. No. No secrets here.”

Roman takes his hand away, stroking down the fluffy sleeve of the jacket, feeling the soft material tickle his palm. He slides it down to the warm wood of the stage, straightening his posture—the only straight thing on him—so he can lean against the stage between Logan’s knees, hands going back to his hips.

“Well,” he says softly, “I don’t know where else to look, little bear.”

Please, Logan, let me help you.

A trembling hand takes his, guiding it up, up, up to press his fingertips carefully to the underside of Logan’s chin.

“…here? Under your tongue? Oh…oh, I can feel them…there’s so many, you’re so tense here…”

He carefully rubs and presses, feeling how tight Logan’s jaw is. Logan swallows heavily and Roman feels his tongue move.

“Does it hurt, little bear?”

Shake.

“No? Are you sure?”

He won’t meet his eyes. Oh, Logan…

“Well, it can’t be comfortable, holding them all like that. Is…is this why your head feels so heavy? Here,” he says, cupping his chin properly, coaxing him to rest his head in his hand, “let me hold it for a little.”

That’s it, he smiles as Logan’s head sinks into his hand. He gives it a soft squeeze.

“Now, why don’t we try and see if we can make this a little easier for you, little bear? In fact, I…I think I can feel one…right here.”

He takes his other hand and mimes plucking something from the air in front of him.

“I think it wants to come out.”

He moves his hand away, slowly pulling the secret away, drawing it up and out. Logan’s mouth opens, yes, come on, you can do it…

“…I’m scared.”

Roman rubs his fingers together and sprinkles the harmful secret away. “And…poof. It’s gone.”

He comes back, resting his hand on Logan’s knee. “Good job, little bear. And it’s okay to be scared, I promise. And I’m right here, I won’t let anything hurt you.”

Logan’s worried little brow relaxes and it makes the ache in his chest release, just a little. Then he feels Logan’s chin wobble.

“Oh…oh, here’s another one…feel it?” He plucks another one from the air. “I’ve got it, don’t worry, here we go…”

“…I…”

“…say it,” he coaxes, “go on.”

“…I haven’t…done this…in…so long, I…I’m not…I…don’t…”

Logan swallows. Roman brings his hand a little closer to their face but he doesn’t let go.

“I don’t know if I remember how to do this.”

“That was a stubborn one,” Roman says softly, “wasn’t it?”

Logan nods. Roman turns to address his hand, still clutching the pesky secret.

“You’ve been living there for a long time, haven’t you? Well, I’ll have you know that’s quite rude,” he scolds. “You’ve caused my little bear an awful lot of discomfort. Now begone.”

He swats it away with a disgusted expression, softening when he feels the low rumble of a laugh in his other hand. Looking back, he sees Logan looking…a little better, at least.

“You feel a little lighter, my dear,” he observes. Logan nods. “Good.”

Taking Logan’s chin in both hands, he rubs his fingers along his jaw. “Let me see…feel around a little… any more loose ones?”

Anything else you’d like to tell me? Or talk about?

“…one.”

Roman nods. “Alright. Let me see…”

He waves his hand a bit in the air in front of them, as if he’s searching for something to grab onto. Finally, he picks a spot and forms a pinch.

“Ah. Here. Oh…oh, this one…” He gently tugs on it. “This one feels heavy. Like there’s a lot of it. Oh, you poor thing, shall we try and see if we can get this to stop hurting you?”

This time, Logan doesn’t hesitate and nods.

“Let’s see…it feels quite long…hefty. So, how about this: I will start pulling out the bits that feel a little loose already, and whenever it starts to come, you just say it for me, alright?”

Logan nods.

“Wonderful.”

With that, he begins to pull, miming retrieving a long, magician’s scarf out of Logan’s mouth. When his chin starts to wobble again against his hand, Roman frowns.

“Putting up a fight, are we? Well, this looks like a job for two hands.”

Standing at his full height, he starts doing the motion with two hands. One of the biggest parts of improv, apart from ‘yes and,’ is object work, and he coils the scarf neatly on the floor next to him, making sure he’s still pulling it out of Logan’s mouth, walking his hands along the scarf.

Logan wants to. He really wants to. But the words just won’t come out. So much so that when he opens his mouth his breath literally catches in his throat.

“Oh…oh dear,” Roman says worriedly, tugging a little, “it’s…it’s stuck.”

He mimes trying to pull it away with both hands but gets nowhere.

“It’s…it’s really stuck. I don’t want to hurt you but it’s being very stubborn.”

He frowns, keeping one hand tightly around the secret and using the other to cup Logan’s chin again.

“Maybe I can make it loose back here…maybe if I feel around…find where it’s stuck.”

The searching motions of his fingers under Logan’s chin make him fidget a little. Roman sees, the corner of his mouth quirking up.

“Maybe I can tickle it loose, hmm? If I tickle very gently,” he murmurs, scribbling his fingers lightly all over the sensitive skin, smiling as it coaxes more giggles out of him, “can I tickle it loose? No, no, that’s just getting me giggles. You really do have a lot of giggle buttons, little bear. Oh, oh no, it’s going back in, well, that’s not going to work.”

He stops, cupping Logan’s chin firmly, letting him calm back down. Poor thing doesn’t even have the strength to look embarrassed or flustered, no, he just looks frustratingly hopeless. If he wasn’t holding his chin, Roman’s sure Logan’s head would drop right to his chest and he’d never want to raise it again.

“…oh, little bear, is it hurting you?”

“Yes.”

“There’s a bit…hmm…darling, will you listen to me for a moment?”

Logan nods.

“Close your eyes. I have this pesky thing, it won’t be going anywhere.”

The sheer amount of trust it must take for Logan to close his eyes, resting almost the entire weight of his head in Roman’s hand, makes Roman a little light-headed. But he has a job to do here, so he comes forward until his nose is just about brushing Logan’s forehead.

“You are not making me do this,” he whispers, “I’m here because I want to be here. I will keep your secrets safe, I promise.”

He lowers his head, pressing their foreheads together.

“You don’t have to be afraid, Logan. Not with me.”

Logan opens his eyes. It pinches in the little pouch where his chin meets his neck.

“…for as long as I can remember…”

Roman pulls the scarf out once and grabs it again.

“…I…”

His hand moves an inch.

“…have…”

Another inch.

“Are you seriously going to do that word by word?”

“If that’s what it takes.”

Deep breath.

“…for as long as I can remember, I have never been a part of any kind of relationship where it does not hinge on how useful I am.”

Logan closes his eyes, feeling Roman’s hand leave his chin.

“I…I am a function that is indispensable but not one that is wanted.”

Swallows. Keeps going. The pinch doesn’t let up.

“My entire being is based on how much I know. What I can do. And…and if I cannot do the thing I am meant to do, I…I cannot exist. But there are so many things I cannot do in order to do the things I need to do.”

The pinch still doesn’t let up.

“And I…I let it happen.”

Has silence always been this deafening?

“Because I have no choice.”

The pinch spreads, turns to a clench.

“…I am useful. I can explain things to you when you need them explained. I can help you sort through things that you do not fully understand. I can provide solutions to problems when they arise.”

He tugs the jacket tighter around himself, trying to huddle in a cocoon of safety.

“I…I am Logic. I am Logic. That is my job.”

The words curl on his tongue and taste bitter. He briefly wonders if this is what Janus feels like.

“But it is not only my job when it is convenient,” he spits, “it is always my job. And I…I have to be able to do my job. B-because if I don’t, you’ll—“

He swallows heavily.

“…I understand that…there are many things that you and the others do that I do not understand. And I understand that I am…convenient. And when I am not, I—you—“

He huffs. “I understand that I do not understand.”

It’s hot. It’s too hot. The jacket is sweltering, trapping him now. But he can’t let go, can’t move. Can only speak.

“And I cannot understand. Because that would require me to have emotion. And I cannot have emotion. I am Logic. Logic cannot have emotion because logic falls apart when emotions come into play. But I can’t just be Logic!”

It comes out in a horrible burst of agony, ripping up his throat as it comes out.

It h-hurts.

It hurts.

“…you do not require me or Logic.”

He curls into the jacket, not caring about how much it hurts.

“I…I know that logic must always have a place. I know that sometimes you would rather not listen to Logic. But s-sometimes…”

The others don’t always want Logic. They don’t always want Logan either.

“I cannot be human,” he whispers, “I cannot be held to the same standard as a human.”

I am a being of Logic. I am the Logical Side.

“…I cannot have the same luxuries as a human.”

Emotion is a luxury I cannot always afford.

“…I have tried. For you and for Thomas, to…be Logic.”

They didn’t see. They never saw.

“And it has worked. It has worked so well that I—I—”

The line between Logan and Logic blurs so much that it is near impossible to tell where one ends and the other begins. But now…

Now when Logic has been silenced, not even Logan can speak.

“…I am Logic.”

Who is Logan?

“I…I know I have feelings, but I…I can’t. I’m not—Logic is not equipped to deal with them. I know I have to be Logic, but I…I can’t.”

Logan was being an inconvenience. Because he was taking more time than I should be. Because everyone else was ready to move on…and Logan wasn’t. Logic was.

“…and I will stay. Because you need Logic.”

Logic would stop talking during a conversation because no one wanted to hear Logic. Logic didn’t care about my emotions, only how I could help them deal with theirs.

“Because you have always needed L-Logic.”

Logic. Logic. Logic.

There is no room for Logan.

I am so scared, so scared of not being useful that I let other people introduce me. Because you would know how I could be the most useful.

I must be useful.

I must be Logic.

There is no room for Logan.

They do not want to listen to Logic. They silence Logic.

They do not even know Logan exists.

“If…if I was smart…you kept me. If I was hardworking, you kept me. If I was useful, you kept me.”

And when I wasn’t enough, they replaced me.

I can’t be Logan. Not here.

…can I be Logic?

Will that be enough?

“…if I’m Logic, will you keep me?”

Silence.

His hands are balled so tightly in his jacket they ache.

He can’t remember the last time he’s talked so much.

He can’t remember the last time Roman was so silent.

What…what has he done?

“I’m—I’m sorry—“

“Don’t you dare, Logan.”

Logan’s head snaps up in horror. Roman stares at him, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. A blazing fury burns in his gaze and Logan shrinks, trying to make himself smaller.

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” he repeats in a low voice.

Is…are those…tear stains?

Roman tried. He tried to just pull the secret out, lend a sympathetic ear, return the favor Logan had given him so many times. But he couldn’t. Tears had welled up by the time he’d mentioned the others only keep him around because he’s convenient. He can’t…he can’t imagine…having to stifle something so integral to himself like emotions, being kept around only because he was useful, being tokenized and objectified over and over and over and reminded that he wasn’t enough on his own…

And not being able to sing? To do all the things that Roman can do, is permitted to do as Creativity?

“Oh, oh, sweetheart,” he manages to gasp, “come here—“

He’s sobbing. He’s sobbing, the tears bubbling up as he reaches desperately for Logan, for his face that…that isn’t crying at all, how can he go through this much and not cry, do…can he not cry anymore?

That only makes him cry harder.

“You’re—you’re wanted, Logan, so—so much, I want you, I need you to—to stay, yes, we’ll—we’ll keep you, oh, darling—“

He understands. He understands so much and it hurts because there are so many secrets nested inside that big secret and it’s so much and he’s so proud of Logan, for surviving, for telling him—

He needs Logan closer. He tugs him off the stage, into his arms, holding him up, holding him close, scooping him into a tight hug.

And oh, it’s exactly the way a heroic knight should hug. Strong. Powerful. Protective. It’s safe as Logan clings to him. He feels safe. Cared for.

Loved?

It’s only when Roman goes to cup Logan’s head that he realizes he’s not really holding that much of Logan’s weight in his arms. Instead, he realizes Logan’s clinging to him just as tightly, their bodies curving into each other as Logan holds himself up by his legs wrapped over his hips.

“…well,” he murmurs, “aren’t you strong?”

“I can hold my own.”

“I know you can, Logan,” he says, pulling back a little so he can see Logan’s face, “but it’s okay if you don’t always want to.”

Logan looks at him, one of the few times where this means he has to look down, a soft smile on his face. “It’s fine for you too.”

Roman can’t help but shake his head in disbelief as he sets Logan—gently!—back on the stage. “How are you already back to taking care of me?”

Logan shrugs. “Instinct? Habit?”

Useful. Right.

They all need to work on that, to work on this, for Logan. Not for Logic, not for Thomas, for Logan.

“In all seriousness,” Logan mumbles, “thank you.”

“No,” Roman corrects, his arms still tightly around Logan, “thank you.”

And when Logan looks up he’s so hopeful that Roman has to lean forward and rub their noses together.

“Is…is this how it f-feels?”

Oh.

“Yes, Logan,” Roman breathes, trying to push the feelings across that little gap between them, “this is how it feels.”

“…I…I—“

“You don’t have to say anything, dear heart,” Roman soothes, “truly.”

Logan’s eyes drift closed and Roman frowns, worried when he takes another deep breath and squeezes his eyes tighter.

“…is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

“Make what up?”

“Pay you back then.”

“For what?”

“Roman…”

He relents. Of course he relents. Even if the question made him want to wrap Logan up in a warm blanket and tell him he’ll be safe forever, or leave them with the others and grab his brother and go teach whatever nasty beastly voices in Logan’s head caused this a lesson, he relents. He understands how hard this must’ve been for Logan.

“…yes, there is something you can do for me.”

Logan looks up and the plea in his expression is almost enough to break Roman’s heart all over again.

“When you say you don’t understand,” Roman says softly, still tracing idle patterns over Logan’s back, “some of the things we do, can you give me an example?”

“P-Patton bakes,” Logan manages, “I…I have seen Remus draw. Virgil listens to music or he…he runs. Janus dances.”

He gestures around the theater. “You sing.”

Roman smiles gently. “Will you sing something for me?”

Logan’s breath catches and he tenses, despite Roman’s efforts to soothe him. “…it’s not going to be any good.”

“Who said anything about being good?”

He reaches up to cup Logan’s face in his hands.

“I don’t care if you’re too loud. I don’t care if you’re too quiet. I don’t care if it’s too high. I don’t care what key you’re in,” he says firmly.

Oh, he wants to go and make sure whatever put that unsure look on his face never happened.

“You don’t have to be afraid,” he murmurs instead, “it’s just you and me. I want to hear you, little bear. And to prove to yourself that you can.”

A few moments later and Logan breaks out into the smallest of smiles.

“…so what am I singing?”

“Oh, no, that’s not how this works,” Roman says with a smile, “you choose the song, dearest.”

“I…”

“I don’t care what it is. It doesn’t have to be some big, meaningful choice. I’m not here for Logic, I’m here for Logan.”

He knows how hard it can be to be alone on stage, so he steps back to boost himself up to sit next to them.

“…would it help if I sing with you?”

“No.”

Roman looks down at the floor. Even though his feet can just about touch, it…it looks miles away. And he should know how hard it is to pick a song to sing, especially when he hasn’t sung in a while. There’s just so many to choose from, and if you’re scared about what you’re going to be able to sing, then…

Perhaps this was too much to ask.

For a moment, he thinks his phone’s going off, or someone’s computer outside the Imagination, playing an a cappella version of ‘Bright Lights and Cityscapes.’

Then…then he looks.

Logan’s voice, not quite polished, a little worn, makes him cry all over again. It’s just this side of warm, full of longing and heartbreak and barely restrained sorrow and so, so good.

He finishes the song and Roman immediately wants to clamor for another one.

“…you have been holding out on me, darling.”

“You…you like my voice?”

“Oh, dearest, I could write ballads about it.”

“You do not have to.”

“But there are so many songs you could sing so well, and I will never understand how we could silence you, how we could make you believe we don’t want to hear you…”

Logan blushes a pretty pink, but he’s smiling. He’s smiling. And Roman just has to shuffle a little closer to tilt his chin up to see it properly. It’s lovely.

He cups Logan’s chin, feeling the spot under his tongue.

“…still a few more in there, hmm?”

Logan nods, his fingers twitching and growing restless. He looks down to see Logan stimming with the gold trim on his clothes, running his fingers over the coarse twine. Roman smiles, shifting a little to let him work his way along the lines, up the seams, to the ones on his chest. The blush stays on Logan’s cheeks, obviously a little nervous about touching him this way, but…stimming is stimming. Roman understands.

“Do you like it?”

Logan nods.

“I like the sash too,” he says quietly, gently smoothing it right next to Logan’s hand, encouraging him to do the same, “smooth, right?”

“I seem to recall a song lyric about being buried in satin?”

“I don’t know, you’ll have to sing it for me.”

“…I believe the song is called ‘If I Die Young.’”

“You’ll have to sing it.”

“Do you know it?”

“Yes.” When Logan looks up at him, he understands. “Do you?”

“Not all of it.”

“Most of it?”

“…most of it.”

“May I sing it with you?”

“If you like.”

He ruffles Logan’s hair gently. “You start then.”

His hand slows where it’s toying with his sash. Then…

“If I die young,

bury me in satin,

lay me down on a bed of roses,

sink me in the river

at dawn,

send me away with the words of a love song.

“Oh, oh…oh, oh…” Logan looks up at him. He smiles and sings the verse.

“Lord, make me a rainbow,

I’ll shine down on my mother.

She’ll know I’m safe with you

when she stands under my colors, oh.

Life ain’t always what you think it oughta be, no.

Ain’t even gray but she buries her baby.”

He raises his eyebrows, dipping to sing the harmony for: “The sharp knife,

of a short life, well.

I’ve had just enough time.”

The next chorus is smoother, Roman’s smile growing as Logan’s voice starts to ring. His harmony grows warmer.

“If I die young,

bury me in satin,

lay me down on a bed of roses,

sink me in the river

at dawn,

send me away with the words of a love song.

The sharp knife

of a short life, well.

I’ve had just enough time.”

Logan may have been lying about not knowing all of the song, because here Roman is, happily singing the harmony.

“And I’ll be wearing white—“ Roman raises his eyebrows, making them laugh—

“when I come into your kingdom,

I’m as green as the ring

on my little cold finger, I’ve

never known the loving of a man

but it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand—“

Roman covers Logan’s hand, holding it firmly to his chest, thrilling at the way it makes Logan’s voice stutter just a little on the next line.

“—there’s a boy here in town, says he’ll

love me forever.

Who would’ve thought forever would be severed by

the sharp knife

of a short life, well.

I’ve had just enough time.”

And damn can Logan hit that high note. He whistles in approval, grinning wider when Logan just…keeps it going.

“So put on your best boys,

and I’ll wear my pearls…

what I never did is done…”

The smile fades when Logan’s face drops, looking back at Roman’s chest. The hand under Roman’s begins to tremble as he keeps singing.

“A penny for my thoughts, oh no,

I’ll sell ‘em for a dollar.

They’re worth so much more

after I’m a goner,

and maybe then you’ll hear the words I’ve been singing.

Funny when you’re dead, how people start listening…”

No. Not Logan. Not on his watch. Not on any of their watches.

Roman shifts even closer, letting Logan lean his full weight on him, clutching his hand tenderly to his chest. For a moment, he thinks they’re going to just let the song end there, he wouldn’t blame him, Logan’s already made him so proud, then…

Then Logan takes a deep breath and raises his chin. A single tear stands out on his face. And it’s beautiful.

“If I die young,

bury me in satin,

lay me down on a bed of roses,

sink me in the river

at dawn,

send me away with the words of a love song.

“Oh, oh…the ballad of a dove,

filled with peace and love.

Gather up your tears,” Roman sings as he wipes it away,

“keep them in your pocket,

save ‘em for a time

when you’re really gonna need ‘em, oh.

The sharp knife

of a short life, well.

I’ve had just enough time.”

He’s so proud of them. He’s so proud.

“So put on your best, boys,” Logan sings, holding Roman’s gaze, “and I’ll wear my pearls…”

The last note fades out. They’re breathless, even despite the relatively easy nature of the song. Roman clutches Logan’s hand tightly to his chest, Logan leans against Roman.

Roman reaches out and gently trails a finger in an arc around Logan’s neck, creating a string of pearls that lay just over his collarbones.

#sanders sides #fic #dragonbabbles #roman sanders #logan sanders #logan sanders angst #logince #romantic logince #platonic logince #you choose I don't know #sympathetic roman #sympathetic logan

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(OoC: So, what's the AU thing about?)

((ooc: Okay so basically I got an idea form a song completely unrelated to the fandom and long story short, Bi n Bu are no longer able to escape from the Egg except through a very specific method, and then Karl comes back along and bippity boppity your body is now our property!

So, yeah. Body-swap AU except Karl kinda dies because to get the swap to work everyone's body had to die. Karl's gets healed afterwards through magical time shenanigans-

So Billiam and Rune(Bu's new name in this AU) wake up in the library, in our current DSMP present, in the weird body of this weird guy who's apparently a weird color-shapeshifter.(yeah, i'm going with the cryptid creature Karl for this one because. it's cool as heck and I never see this anywhere)

a little while after they wake up in the present, karl wakes up after being dormant because he literally died and it's like "HEY WAIT WHAT THE HECK YOU STOLE MY BODY" and everyone else goes "shit shit shit shit"

p.s if you're wondering where hubert is he's dead. the egg killed nearly everyone except billiam and butler because bi is its main caretaker and bu will never leave his side

(more under the cut please there's so much and i actually love this au so much)

Now I'm not a system but I imagine these four(yes, four; Billiam, Rune, Piam(Billiam's Piglin side), and Tune(Bu's Other) operate kind of like one. They have an innerworld and everything, they aren't just all constantly crammed into the front. That would get confusing, stressful and difficult to manage overall. Bu's usually the one fronting because no one else wants to; Billiam doesn't wanna do it because he doesn't wanna mingle with the "poor", Tune doesn't wanna do it because it always gets tripped up with literally everything about the body, it's not even dangerous enough to protect now, and Piam doesn't wanna do it because he's kind of scared of the Overworld someone that doesn't know how to be a Human Person

Oh yeah and I've also talked about all this and more with my bestie so here's a copy-paste of that conversation-

I think an encounter with Sapnap and/or Quackity would go terribly too, until they sit down and explain things as best they can wait no actually "So basically, we killed your fiancée so we could inhabit his body and escape from a really bad situation. sorry" Acid Sapanap would go feral and I can't even begin to conceive what extremely destructive thoughts Quackoty would start having Me MHM Sapnap probably pulls a sword on them and they automatically reach for their own before remembering "Oh shit, we don't have it. OH SHIT-" and then they just gotta r u n Butler's trying desperately to teleport but without a pearl, eeeeeh that's not gonna do anything buddy I'm not sure if Karl has armor in his inventory or not but either way they wouldn't have the time or coordination to equip it Acid they just immediately die it'd be so funny Me "NOT AGAIN, WE JUST GOT FREE- death" Now lets hope either Karl has some extra canon lives, or those lives Billiam bought carry over Acid PFFFFT, BILLIAM'S LIVES GET CARRIED WITH THEM AND IT'S JUST revives ok listen we don't gotta dies revives please let's just dies revives why do you do t dies revives this is just gonna last forever isn't it? dies rev- Me wheeze YEAH "GET OUT OF KARL'S BODY!" "We can't!! It's already been done!! dies" "WHY WON'T YOU DIE!!?" "We are!!??" ohhh, bonus angst points if every time they die, Butler goes a little more dormant- Butler was only meant to have one life, he never got any Totems and his soul cannot take this in the way Billiam's can After about 15 deaths, Billiam gets Sapnap to stop for about five seconds, and in those five seconds he realizes that he can no longer hear or feel Butler Acid oh god Me If he manages to get far enough away and find someplace to hide(perhaps the library again), he dips into the headspace and finds Butler just gone. He looks around for a while and finds them far away from where they were, collapsed on the ground, flickering slightly, and entirely unresponsive. And no matter how much he tries, they just won't wake up, and their Ender half has disappeared completely. He can't do anything except wait for them. Acid fjsjdj oh my god imagine Billiam just goes feral after that he's like "what did you do to m y B u t l e r" and just jumps on Sapnap with his bare hands Me Oh absolutely, he will Murder Sapnap without a second thought and he doesn't care how many deaths he has to go through to do it even though dying more will make it take longer for butler to wake up, and then afterwards he'll be pacing around random areas stress-stimming intensely and waiting for his child to wake up Acid yeap Me Somehow he finds his way to Kinoko Kingdom and is like "oh, this looks like a good place for a walk" and then spends the entire time not actually looking at anything and drowned in anxiety

AND THEN THESE WERE LAST NIGHT'S THOUGHTS, SOMEHOW LATER ON THEY END UP AT SAPNAP'S PLACE CAUSE THEY TECHNICALLY DON'T HAVE A PLACE TO STAY Unless you count the library but I don't think that would be very comfortable-

Anyway, Rune was fronting when they fell asleep and then their chronic nightmares came back. Sapnap wakes up(or was he ever really sleeping?) to some almost animalistic gasping in the other room and runs in to find Karl Karl's body curled on the bed, barely humanoid and random flashes of color spiking over him in waves and clawlike hands digging into his head

So he tries to wake him up, and when he does Bu's first reaction is to scramble away in pure terror because he's not fully out of the nightmare yet, there are even tears running down his face that just get absorbed back into the mass of color. Sapnap tries to calm him down, and eventually succeeds enough to ask him what the hell happened, and who's fronting once he remembers that that is a thing-

Thing is, Bu's gone nonverbal, but hey at least Karl was some sort of shapeshifter so they can just shift blobs of color into the air to answer Sapnap's questions

He very quickly learns only to ask yes/no ones because he can't read Galactic which is the only thing Bu can respond in, but that whole night ends on a pretty good note :3

Acid IS KARL IN THE SYSTEM CANON? HE'D BE THE MAIN FRONTER IF IT IS I THINK Me After that nightmare Rune finds himself trusting Sapnap a little more but also not as able to front, he's just so tired of it. No one else wants to front, he always has to stay there and he never gets a break. At least before, Tune had control during the night and he got to rest some. Now his sleep schedule is just as abhorred as before and no one else even comes near the front. He tries as long as he can, for everyone else's sake, but after weeks of fronting alone he just can't anymore. So he finally leaves the front and just collapses face-first into idk a patch of grass in the innerworld or something, and he's so exhausted of being a person that he can't even think straight, He doesn't want consolation, he doesn't want promises, he doesn't even want cuddles he just wants someone else to take over for a bit. Me OOH MAYBE He wakes up and wanders around the innerworld figuring out what the heck is going on and wondering why he can't see the outside anymore and oh god is he dead, are they all dead maybe they're all dead and none of them know it, and then Rune comes out of front and practically begs to not have to be a person anymore, he tells Karl "please i just want a break, just go out there or get someone else to go out there for a while please" and, well, Karl takes a chance and goes out to front and holy shit is this the real world, holy shit are those his fiancées, holy s h i t Acid THAT'S THE BESR OUTCOME ACTUALLY Me YESSSSSSSSS MASQUERADE SYSTEM + KARL THE MAN HIMSELF JACOBS Acid YESSS Me Karl and Rune are now host and co-host, because. no one else wants to front Acid Karl tricking Billiam into fronting.mp4 Me GSHDFGBSGDHFBSF Rune and Karl lock him into front and Rune proceeds to lean against the nearest flat surface, slide down and then dissociate for the next couple/several hours Karl makes sure no one disturbs him, even if Tune and Piam are Very Worried about their exhausted Human hybrid Acid them taking care of Rune (affectionate)

Acid OK WAIT I WAS THINKING AND IN SYSTEMS PEOPLE USUALLY MANIFEST SO I WAS THINKING HOW THAT'D WORK IN THE MASQUERADE SYS AND I REALIZED THAT EVERYONE IN THERE IS TECHNICALLY DEAD IN A WAY WHAT IF THAT'S THIS AU'S LIMBO? ONE DAY WILBUR POPS UP AND COMMITS MULTIPLE CRIMES AGAINST HUMANITY Me HOLY SHIT OH SHIT EVERYONE THAT PERMA-DIES JUST ENDS UP AS AN ALTER IN KARL'S WEIRD COLOR-SHAPESHIFTING BODY XDDD You can always tell who's fronting by the colors, as long as you actually know them enough to know their colors- Acid Wilbur: hello Quackity, I am BAC- Karl: oh my GOD Wilbur shut the FUCK UP we understand it you're gay now please get out of front I have a date in 10 minutes Acid OOOOO YES Me Like Rune is purple/pink(mainly pink) gray-red/dark purple/orange/green eyes(right/right/left/left, respectively), and then he has some other colors sifting through, like a dark indigo-blue and a yellow the color of Endstone Tune is all of that but some of it is darker(the pinks/purples and Endstone color), some of it's the same(the eyes, except they have a light pink shine over them) and some of it is inverted. Clouds will waft around the body when it's fronting and whenever you look through the clouds you'll see the colors inverted Billiam is solidly pale pink except for his eyes(maroon) and his hands and feet(gold, with veins streaking out and tapering off at about the elbow) Piam is a slightly redder pink, with spots of a Netherrack color here and there, and his gold is more orangey, like there's fire reflecting off of it karl is just. karl. Of course he's got the signature swirls in bright violent and teal but other than that he's just a smorgasbord of color, usually bright and neon. When he's near/thinking about Sapnap and/or Quackity, little hearts start popping off him

#Relyn Records #infodump #ask to tag #i don't know if there are any systems following me but if i got anything wrong please tell me i do not want to slander your name-#anyway i may have accidentally made them a system found-family

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logical-little-lies · 5 years ago

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Idea: baby Roman’s “mute button” is having his hair brushed and played with-🍀

a/n: I have more requests yall ik! you two anons I didn’t forget yall!! it’s coming soon I’m just getting around to doing requested stuff!! Also I love writing babyspace!roman way to much he wasn’t even supposed to exist in this au but guess what? I’m indecisive and gay, lemme do what I want. This can be read as an individual oneshot mostly but this is technically a part of my au.

Extra Small-Agere!Sides AU (pt.25)

"You're very talkative today, little prince," Logan commented, causing the boy, who was in the younger part of his headspace, to giggle. Patton was on his lap, squealing and babbling away at every little thing. Roman's headspace didn't go that young, but he was around fiveish. He talked and talked even though some of his statements were hard to understand.

"Come on, buddy, let's go back to your room, princey," Virgil held his sippy cup full of apple juice, coming out of the kitchen and sweeping Roman up. He giggled, taking hold of his carers hand when he was sturdy on the ground again. Virgil took him back to his room, where his toys were still scattered on the ground.

"I thought I told you to pick up the ones you weren't playing with when I left to fill your sippy," Virgil narrowed his eyes, closing the bedroom door behind him. "Did you ignore me and just go to talk to Logan and Pat instead?" he sighed, and Roman stayed silent.

"Come on," Virgil motioned around him, sitting on Roman's bed and setting the sippy cup down on the bedside table. Roman shook his head.

"Don't wanna!" he responded.

"Come here," Virgil motioned him over, talking in a still caring, but much harsher tone. Roman did so, standing in front of him. "You already didn't listen to me, and then you lied and told me you did it. That's two of your rule little one, and now you're not listening again,"

Roman looked up at him, "timeout?" he mumbled, pouting. Virgil nodded.

"After all of these toys are put where they're supposed to go, you're going to sit in timeout for five minutes," Virgil did his best not to give big punishments for small things, or small punishments for big things. He always made sure to get his message across in a way that may upset Roman, but not hurt him emotionally.

Roman nodded, staying silent and setting to work. Virgil noticed how he avoided looking at him, and faced away from him the whole time. Virgil got up, picking up the last few toys for him and setting them in the toybox. "See, you got it done! Good job, baby. That wasn't so hard, was it?"

Roman shook his head, looking down. Virgil pulled the spinny chair from his desk over to the corner by the window, and Roman silently climbed onto the seat. Virgil went back over to his bed, picking up the bunny stuffed animal from Easter, and handing it to him. Virgil had a feeling that this wasn't gonna be one of those timeouts where he ends up back in the corner for being bratty again directly after.

Roman tried to spin the chair so that he was facing the wall, "You don't have to face the corner, baby. It's okay," Virgil assured, stopping the chair from spinning and making it face the bed.

Virgil sat on his bed, he scrolled through his phone, glancing up at Roman every few seconds. He hadn't made it halfway through the timeout before he was sniffing and whining. He wiped at his eyes, making a feeble attempt to try and hide that he was upset with his carer. "Oh, baby, baby, come here."

Virgil got up, helping Roman up from the chair and bringing him to the bed. "Don't cry, little one. It's alright, I'm not mad at you, and your timeout is over."

He tried to sush him and comfort him, but Roman kept crying. "What's wrong, I don't know how to help?" Virgil pulled him onto his lap, making the boy face him. He wiped his tears away, but they just kept coming. He bounced his knee, like Roman had done when he was littler as a sort of 'mute button'. Roman seemed to be mentally younger than five, which was newer territory for him.

Virgil knew some littles had multiple age ranges with no inbetween, and he thinks Roman might be one of them. Because he had his normal headspace, youngest five, oldest eight. But it seemed that sometimes, he suddenly dropped from a five year old, to about one or two. Roman had found Baby Vee's 'mute button', the one thing that stopped him from crying. What was Roman's?

"Please stop crying, it's okay," Virgil spoke softly, pushing a strand of hair behind Roman's ear. He noticed how Roman leaned into the touch, and seemed to calm down slightly. "Does that help?" he asked, running his fingers through Roman's hair.

Roman nodded, blinking away the tears and breathing deeply. "Yeah, there it is. It's alright," Virgil promised, continuing to play with his hair and mutter comforting sentences into his ear until Roman seemed completely calmed down. "Okay," Virgil sighed, moving his hand away and kissing his forehead. Roman whined, pouting and glancing at his hand again.

"How about we take a nap, you look sleepy?" Virgil shifted him off of his lap, climbing onto the bed and helping him up. Roman laid close to him,now holding his bunny in his arms again, covered in a fluffy blanket. He whimpered, choosing noises over verbal request.

"Are words to much, baby boy?" Virgil hummed, adjusting his head on the pillow before using his hand to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. Roman nodded,

"s-sorry dat m' not t-tal...talking," he stumbled over his words, letting out a whine and huff at the difficulty of the sentence alone. Why couldn't he talk?

"No, no. Don't worry about it, it's fine," Virgil assured, continuing to play with his hair, pausing to run his thumb across his cheek. "It just means you're extra small, and that's alright."

Roman nodded, leaning into Virgil's arms, cuddling close.

He fell asleep to the feeling of his caregiver playing with his hair.

And neither of them would have it any other way.

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bakusoftie · 5 years ago

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getting shitfaced w/ bakuhoe + izubitch + shigaratking

(a/n: bakugou’s birthday is literally 4/20 you cannot tell me he isn't the weed master)

Warnings: a lil NSFW, drugs and slight mention of some gay shit

💥 bakuhoe 💥

he tries to make himself seem like he’s 100% bad bitch but I think we all know bakugou-goes-to-sleep-at-8:30pm katsuki-calls-everyone-a-nerd-but-is-one-of-the-top-academic-students is a fucking pussy when it comes to things like this

he will explode your juul if you shove that shit in his face or even just have it in his presence

but,,,one day,,,Sero the stoner king™️ invites the bakusquad (which includes you bbygorl/bbyboi/bbypwerson)

and y’all do normal things like play video games and call kaminari a fucking lowlife idiot whose sole purpose is to be class 1-A’s human charger

and then the plus ultra tape daddy brings out his fucking rainbow bong and starts hitting that shit

soon enough, everyone joins in- except for bakubitchbaby

so,,,the only way you know you’re gonna get this man to relax for one night is CHALLENGE THE FUCKER

“Hey Bakugou, are you too much of a weakling to get high? Oh wait, you must be scared.”

don’t actually say that i think he’ll murter you

but it fucking works

his crush saying that he’s too weak or scared to do something

HE’LL BE THE LORD EXPLOSION STONER IF IT PROVES YOU WRONG

when he first hits it, he’s hesitant at first because he doesn’t actually know what being high is like and he hates be vulnerable and giving up control so pwease comfort this man he’s such bottom energy sometimes

when he finally feels that shit tho 👀

this man is a horny,clingy fucking mess

for the first time, you actually get to see his features clearly because he’s not tense or angry-looking anymore. Although, he's not exactly smiling- he looks so peaceful and calm.

I mean he looks peaceful and calm until he stares at you for a little too long and his eyes darkened and become clouded with lust and you look down at his BULGING FUCKING CROTCH WHAT THE FUCK SUJWBEUXH

he’ll just crawl over to you and hump your thigh like a fucking dog in heat

he WILL RIP OFF HIS SHIRT AND GROWL OKAY?!? HE IS FUCKING

F E RA L

He does not give a single goddamn shit if the extras watch him devour you so be prepared to nipple twist him into submission

🥦 izubitch 🥦

First of all,,,how dare you trick this innocent little broccoli floret into eating one of Denki’s space cakes!!! YOU KNOW HE HAS AN UNCONTROLLABLE SWEETTOOTH!!

He just wanted,,,a,,,brownie 🥺

You and Dekuwu were studying for a huge midterm exam that was coming up and your anxiety ball of a boyfriend was so nervous that he started quaking in his All Might undies.

You thought it would be a good idea if he relaxed a bit, ya know?

So you excused yourself for a snack break and snuck in Denki’s mess of a room (where he was no homo cuddling with Kirishima yes I ship kirikami don’t come for me) and you “borrowed” a couple of weed brownies which he bought from one of the many drug dealers in the support course.

When you came back, Izuku was too busy in his muttering headspace to notice you so you took the opportunity to shove a brownie in his mouth to calm him down

He was s h o o k but also very warmed to know that you thought of him and brought him a snacc

If only he knew 😔👊

You two got back to studying and you were so focused on a certain paragraph of your textbook that you weren’t aware that your boyfriend had left the bed he was once sitting on.

Fear struck your heart when you couldn’t feel his warmth next to you anymore,,,uh

That was until you looked over to his closet where he was struggling putting on his Naruto Uzumaki cosplay

“s/o...can you help me tie the headband,pwease”

“Izuku ‘DeKU’ Midoriya, wHat the fuck are you doing?”

“Getting Tik-Tok famous incase this whole hero shit fails,baby”

he tells you to record him doing the e-boy eye tap and that’s when you knew you fucked up

the worst part is how devastated he looks when you told him he can never be hokage

now he’s fucking crying in a Naruto cosplay at 3 in the fucking morning and you know if he wakes up Bakugou, he’ll have a real reason to cry

At this point, it’s like taking care of a child because the moment you rush over to him and cradle him to your chest; he goes dead silent

He is staring at your titties and pressing his cheek against your chest so he can hear your heartbeat and honestly it’s a very tender and sweet moment

“Damn,,,your tiddies bigger than All Mights”

😑 put his ass to sleep already

🐀 shigaratking 🐀

Tomura already looks like teenage boy who never left his safety of his dead parent’s garage and does nothing but eat Cheetos and get high when he plays Call Of Duty so,,,,he’s got the look

It’s pretty obvious that he does not take care of himself so Shigiraki does not like things like medicine or CHAPSTICK or A SHOWER

He doesn’t trust medical stuff and believes that anything bad with him will just fade away with time (*cough* antivaxx *cough* dumbass *cough*)

So when you told him that a weird plant that you smoke makes you feel better he’s like,,,?!!? whet.

But he also doesn’t want you to think he’s a pussy or anything

he thinks if he rejects you then you’ll ask Dabi and what if that patchwork of an eggplant thinks he could make a move when your inhibitions are lowered

He agrees—begrudgingly but at least you can see how he is when he isn’t complaining about how the world is fucked and how he turned his doggie into dust

You decide that you’d hold the blunt as he takes a hit, in the case that he disintegrates the joint (this shit expensive okay? Also you wanted to be close to him 😳)

He coughs like an 1700s European with the Plague at first so you try to calm him down by patting him on the back and caressing his chest and all Shigaraki can think about is

how fucking glad he is that he’s doing this with you while Dabi is left reminiscing about why his mommy ignored him the moment his little brother was born (👀 y’all he touya)

anyway,,,you’re a thirsty ass thot and Tomura is loving it

He’s without Father on his face so you get the honor of seeing his beautiful wholesome smile as he looks at you with hazy eyes

you suggest shot-gunning and now he has a hard on

when you come close to him with smoke in your mouth and gesture him to open his mouth,,,he just slams his chapped lips onto yours but honestly 🥴 you don’t mind some crustyness

y’all FUCKING

there’s no way this doesn’t end up with him making you screaming his name so loud that Kurogiri’s ears bleed

#bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #shigaraki x reader #deku x reader #bnha #mha #bakugokatsuki #bakugou katsuki #boku no hero academia #shigaraki tomura #izuku midoriya #izuku midoriya x reader

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ambitionsource · 5 years ago

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Hi, I am so here for all this ambition content right now. I check this page every day! I remember u guys mentioning about a rl and dasher road trip and I was wondering about that! Thank you!

hello pal!! literally so honored and happy that you’re enjoying ambition and the fact that you check our page every day... ugh you’re too sweet. hopefully the nonsense we do around here is entertaining! very happy to have you in our fandom community <3

so yes, rl + da road trip! i hope it’s okay that i took a bit to answer this, bc i wanted to ruminate on it for a bit before typing it up. so as y’all know we refer to the summer between s1 and 2 as “cruel summer” (thank u tswift), and similarly we have a code name for the summer between s2 and 3 which is “summer of love.” this is admittedly mainly because of rl, but also because a majority of the characters are in such a better headspace this summer than they were last.

boppin the rest under a read more, because i just go on... and on... and on............. (i really love rl & da)

-- Maggie

one facet of this summer is that around... july sometime, dylucasher decide they want to take a trip down to virginia beach (or the beaches in that general vicinity) because they want to check out a beach that isnt grey and cold like the ones close to them in ny, and because a trip before their last year of school together seems like a fun and Classic idea. originally they plan it for just the three of them, but somehow riley comes up and all of them agree -- especially dylan -- that it would be way more fun if she came along too. so they try to convince her to come along, which doesn’t take much convincing, it’s more so about figuring out how she’s going to get around cory because if he knew she wanted to go on a like week long trip with her boyfriend (who he doesn’t really trust) and two other boys he would probably have a heart attack.

you know, it would be like “you can’t go on an overnight trip with three boys!!!” “dad, you know dylan and asher. they’re gay. they’ve been dating for three years. they’re GAY. i do not think i’m at ALL at risk in that scenario???” fsdfSDKGDL

so riley devises a plan / cover story that involves like “going to stay with mom” for a few days, maybe a lie about staying over at isa’s or yindra’s for a couple days in there, you know, she lays out the whole lie and then bribes maya to go along with it and help cover her tracks (rl have very inverse influences on one another -- where riley sort of tames lucas and helps calm him and make him less feral, she develops a bit of a rebellious streak from him or just better identifies the nuances of which rules should be followed vs which were meant to be bent or broken..)

the good thing about this road trip is that it’s what truly cements riley’s friendship with dylan and asher. they’ve been toeing the line of friendship for like two years now (as riley said in cruel summer, she regretted not taking the time and establish a friendship with them in sophomore year before everything fell apart), and it’s kind of like it’s bound to happen. riley and asher takes a little more time to grow and develop just because of the kind of person asher is, but on this road trip dylan and riley just Click. like they were basically made to be best friends, dylan is the first person who kind intrinsically Gets riley and they match each other in terms of enthusiasm / personality / brightness. again, a friendship that’s just been Waiting to happen, and this trip really brings that to the forefront.

(on that note, i once joked that when dylan and riley get really into chatting about something and lucas zones out, they start sounding like the villagers in animal crossing to him. like if he stops paying attention for even a second suddenly dyley sound like this. and i stand by that claim.)

as for the trip itself, its not like i have the whole thing perfectly plotted or anything like that, more just... musings and ideas. oh and a playlist, of course i have a playlist. obviously they’re really good about swapping around drivers and sort of organizing their time since they only have a week, and i think it’s mainly funded by dylan’s youtube vlogger coin. asher helps and riley chips in her fair share, but dylan basically covers lucas because obviously he can’t pay but they all want him there. he makes up for this by driving the most even tho the other three insist its not a big deal.

when it comes to sharing space, the quartet of them are pretty good at it. obviously when they stop for the night they just share beds by couple, but it is interesting to think about how different these two relationships are in terms of like... you know, where they’re at. like its super easy for da to share a bed because they basically do that all the time now, but for rl breaking that boundary would be a kind of unspoken big deal and lucas would be so cautious about it. like they spend most of the summer in riley’s car (can’t hang out at her place with cory there and no one is going to lucas’s) and so theyve probably like fallen asleep together there once or twice and maybe napped ONCE at riley’s place when maya and cory were both gone in the 2.5 months they’ve been together, but it’s still... not the same. so at first lucas would be really nervous about it, but after the first couple of nights he’d relax and realize its really not that big a deal -- esp since riley seems pretty confident and comfortable with it. by the end of the week, lucas wakes up in the middle of the night and riley has cuddled up next to him and he’s like... okay MAYBE sharing a bed with someone makes points. perhaps.

one of the nights on the way down the coast, what truly breaks the ice for dylan and riley is that they break out a SMALL amount of alcohol and both get tipsy (which for them is just like. giddy and giggly and very chatty. they’re both happy drunks without a doubt). lucas and asher don’t indulge bc lucas doesn’t trust himself getting intoxicated and asher is just wary of it in general, but they figure dyley can do it as long as they’re both supervising. so dylan and riley talk A LOT that night and truly form their Kindred Spirit bond and also lucasher end up regretting letting them drink bc for like a half an hour dyley do this thing where they just pretend to share secrets with one another. like they theatrically whisper in one another’s ears and look at lucasher while they’re doing it and then start laughing and they’re literally not saying anything Important (like it’s probably like riley being like “psst... i think lucas is... hee hee... lucas is hot”) and then dylan cracking up and agreeing but bc lucasher don’t know what they’re saying they’re like ha ha very funny........... but y’all aren’t talking about us doe right. wait, what did you say. hold on --

a lot of the trip is also based around being in nature and the outdoors, since they don’t get to do much of that day-to-day in manhattan. considering one of their favorite spots to hang out as a group during senior year is at central park, they’re all definitely fresh air outdoorsy kind of people to a degree. so like, stopping at parks, going on hikes, and of course the beach itself. i made an instagram edit of one of said hikes when i was testing a template i made:

naturally, and i swear this happens at least once on a long road trip whether it is with family or friends or any combo of people, but you hit a point where you get irritable and start to get a little sick of one another. i think in this case that mainly starts between lucas and asher, because although they’re Best Friends i think lucas has a knack for finding ways of irritating him. and also lucas probably gets irritated by dylan’s high energy after too much time with no breaks, so he’s also snappy, and as they’re on the way back up to nyc people are spatting at one another or getting snippy over stupid things so riles is like. here’s an idea! how about we split up for the day when we get to philadelphia. this is an excellent idea and none of them are opposed, so when they arrive in philly, dylan and asher split off to go explore the city + historical sites.

what do riley and lucas do? well, riley takes lucas to meet her grandparents, of course.

at first lucas is like ummmmmmm no because he’s SUPER nervous about meeting her family -- the only family he’s met is cory and we know that’s... unideal, and eric, both of whom have a completely different perception of him bc of school and his behavioral record. he’s yet to meet topanga or auggie yet or anything like that -- but riley assures him that her grandparents are chill and she has no doubt she’ll like them. they’re also meeting lucas with a completely blank slate (i.e. no preconceived notions about him like those who work at aaa), so it’s not hard for lucas to make a good impression since he really is like... a good guy. not to mention no way is he snarky or deadpan in situations where he doesn’t feel comfortable or like he has the right lmao, so he’s on his BEST behavior around amy and alan.

the good thing is that alan himself kind of had a similar background and run on the wild side that lucas does (kind of like jack, altho jack was never as troubled as lucas), and so i think he would kind of... inherently Get him. like he’d strike up a conversation with him and at first lucas would be like omg why is this man speaking to me please i’m invisible pretend i’m not here... but after a bit he’d find it’s surprisingly easy to talk to alan. and they’d talk for like an hour and get on pretty well. meanwhile, amy is talking to riley and is like so... let me guess. cory does not know you’re traveling with your boyfriend???? and riley is like... perhaps. maybe don’t tell him? pretty please? and once amy convenes with alan and is like how is he and alan is all “he’s fine, we can approve,” then they agree not to rat riley out.

riley and lucas also climb up into the matthews tree house and take a look around and they comment on how strange it is that cory and eric once used to like, hang out in there and in that house and were once teenagers (lucas: be careful this is humanizing your father too much for me). and i’d think they’d sit up in the treehouse for a little bit and just talk and riley would talk about how nice it must’ve been to grow up in the suburbs like this, and she’s surprised when lucas agrees and he admits he fucking hates living in manhattan. and that kind of prompts this subtle internal thinking in both of them of like hmm well... maybe in the future when things are different and we can make our own rules maybe we’ll move out of the city and into a quieter life... they don’t say any of that out loud, but they’re both thinking it. and at the tail end of that conversation riley kisses lucas which turns into a Really Good Kiss... but then they’re interrupted by amy calling for them to come down for dinner and its kind of like lmao, they’re both a little bashful but in a casual silly way

#riley x lucas #dylan x asher #riley x dylan #rl x da #SOL #bonus content #kind of lol #is this readable? who knows. i just really Love them #thank you for asking about them!!!#there's also an insta edit buried in here gJFDLGH #Anonymous #answered #high praise tag

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miasswier · 5 years ago

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miasswier’s ultimate glee ranking: no 15

15: The Break-Up

Written by: Ryan Murphy Directed by: Alfonso Gomez-Rejon

Overall Thoughts: This is one of the strongest episodes Glee ever did. It’s also one of the most emotional. It’s kind of strange, ranking it so high, though, because I actually rarely watch this episode since it makes me both furious and so, so sad. Let’s get into it.

What I Like:

My absolute favourite aspect of this episode is Brittana. We’ve seen Brittany explicitly missing Santana for three episodes now, and it all culminates in that scene at Breadstix. When Brittany tells Santana that she left her behind and it really hurt, I think it’s one of the most honest and emotional things Brittany has ever said. Although she didn’t want to break up with Santana, I think Santana was right in doing so. She didn’t shift any blame, she didn’t try and play the victim, she didn’t even excuse herself. “I haven’t been a good girlfriend to you” and that’s that. She isn’t what’s best for Brittany right now, and so she’s not going to keep dragging Brittany down. I think this is also one of the greatest character development moments for Santana; the Santana we saw in “Prom Queen” would never have thought of Brittany’s desires before hers. They’re growing up, and they’re doing what’s right. But, oh, god does it hurt to watch.

That scene between Finn and Rachel at the end is one of Lea Michele’s best acting moments in the entire show. Not that she’s a bad actress most of the time, but the emotion of it all is so real. It’s no secret that I’ve never been a big Finchel supporter, but I feel for her. I sobbed while watching this scene, just as I do every time, because she just blows me away.

The scene between Finn and Kurt is another personal favourite. We rarely got any scenes between these two, and it’s nice to see the comradery that they have.

Someone pointed out when this episode first came out that after “Don’t Speak” Blaine is always seen alone, sectioned off from the group. Even his first shot in “Don’t Speak” is him alone, the camera zooming in on him. Now, I really hate that Blaine cheated, like, more than anything, and I hate that they then spent the rest of the season focusing on his emotional journey rather than Kurt’s, but, that being said I think the imagery of this is lovely. It really shows his isolation, his loneliness, his state of mind. It also builds up in the next few episodes, and culminates in “Dynamic Duets”. It’s interesting how they can show so much about a person’s headspace with just cinematography.

Brody isn’t a douche. He shows up to Callbacks, and he greets Finn first. He’s nice to Finn, and he doesn’t ask Rachel to sing with him, only agrees to do so when Finn suggests it. He respects the boundaries that have obviously been raised by Finn being there, and I really appreciate that. Honestly, I feel like they could have done so much more with Brody if they hadn’t decided they were tired of him mid-season and offed him in one of the worst ways possible.

Kurt is so genuinely excited to see Blaine. It’s hard, because you know what’s coming, but it’s also refreshing to be reminded that even though Kurt is caught up in his new life that he still loves Blaine just as much as he did before he came to New York. It just sucks that the only nice scene we got between Klaine in this episode lasted .02 seconds.

Emma standing up for herself, and making it clear to Will that just because he didn’t get his way doesn’t mean the conversation isn’t over makes me so happy. People rarely talk about Emma’s character development, but she’s seriously come so far since season one. She made it very clear to Will that she wasn’t just going to bend over and do whatever he wanted, which is such a far cry from the Emma we met in the pilot who was basically following Will around like a lost puppy.

I know I already said it, but seriously. Brittana. They blow my mind.

What I Don’t Like:

The way the Klaine story plays out has always bothered me, and will continue to bother me until the day I die. They set it up so perfectly in the previous episode, and the beginning of this episode plays the same way: Kurt is too busy, and Blaine feels alone and neglected. THAT WAS ENOUGH OF A REASON FOR THEM TO BREAK UP. If a significant other made me feel the way Blaine was obviously feeling throughout this episode and the last one, I would break up with that significant other. He would have been completely justified in doing so. But no, apparently Kurt’s not allowed to be the bad guy (I love Kurt, I do, but he wasn’t being a good boyfriend), so instead of just going with what they set up, they pulled a cheating storyline out of thin air that made zero sense and honesty almost made me give up on Klaine. I just… ugh. I hate that they did that, and I will always hate that they did that.

The whole Kitty/Jake/Marley thing was stupid and unnecessary, as were most of their storylines throughout season four. Cut them out and give Brittana and Klaine, or even Wemma for fuck’s sake, more screen time. Please and thanks.

That being said, I really don’t understand why they tried to shoehorn Wemma into this episode as a “potential break-up” thing, when really all they had was a fight. By doing that, they basically brought them back down to high school level, like they’d been all throughout the first season, which isn’t what their relationship has been like for ages. It felt wrong and unnecessary, and I wish they’d played it more like the fight it was than as if it was some huge relationship ending drama that was literally never mentioned again.

While having all three main couples break up in one episode packed a huge punch, it was also frustrating because Finchel got the A plot, while Klaine got the B plot, Brittana the C, and then Wemma + Newbies a tiny D plot. Yeah, they tried to act like Klaine and Finchel got equal screentime, but most of the time both couples were on screen Finchel was touching, and cuddling and kissing, while Klaine were either in different cities or standing ten feet away from each other. Also, Finchel gets like a five-minute break-up scene at the end (which don’t get me wrong, I love that scene, I do) but we don’t even know if Kurt and Blaine are broken up. It just doesn’t seem fair to break every couple up in one episode if you aren’t going to give every couple their dues.

In “The Scientist” when they show Finchel and Wemma’s first kiss, and then scenes of Klaine and Brittana barely touching. WE GET IT FOX, YOU HATE GAYS. Jesus Christ.

Songs:

Barely Breathing: What I like about this song is how Blaine and Finn are in total different headspaces, but somehow this song manages to portray both perfectly. They sound awesome together, too. Plus, I love seeing Kurt in his fake Dalton uniform. Cutie.

Give Your Heart a Break: If I had to cut one song from this episode, it would be this one. I like it, don’t get me wrong, but it feels unnecessary. Every other song packs such an emotional punch, whereas this one is just sort of… there. I don’t know.

Teenage Dream: Although it breaks my heart, I really do love this version of the song. Slowed down versions of pop songs are my kryptonite, and Darren sounds so incredible singing it. Plus, again, the cinematography really does a good job of showing how isolated and claustrophobic he’s feeling. There’s also the crack in his voice when he says the last “let you put your hands on me”, which breaks my heart. He’s clearly thinking about Eli, and how desperately he wishes he hadn’t done it. All that being said: WHY DID YOU FUCKING CHEAT (im literally forever mad about it).

Don’t Speak: Again, emotional. Great harmonies. They all sound fantastic, and it’s really heartbreaking to watch. The one shot that always gets me is the one where Rachel and Blaine are alone at the fountain. Ouch.

Mine: Seriously, Brittana in this episode. Holy fuck. The first time I watched it I didn’t even ship Brittana (I didn’t really start shipping them until season five), but I still sobbed when Santana sang this, and I’ve sobbed every time since. It’s so fucking raw and emotional. So beautiful and amazing. I love it.

The Scientist: This is an awesome finale, and a really strong song. My only issue is how it’s pretty evenly split until right at the end when Rachel comes in and literally takes over the entire fucking song. I hate when they do that, it drives me crazy. But other than that, a great song to conclude a really strong episode.

Final Thoughts: Klaine is my otp, and I nearly lost faith in them during this episode. I’ll never forgive Glee for that. I still think that Blaine cheating was beyond unnecessary, and I will continue to think that until the day I die. That being said, it’s one of Glee’s strongest episodes ever, and that can’t be discounted. And seriously. Brittana. Holy fuck.

#ultimate glee ranking

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k18fics · 5 years ago

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Day 4 of Chestnutfest @chestnutisland I wanted all about Marron day to be unique so this is a first person POV fic based on Dragonball GT, and since that show is not canon this isn't either (well except for K18, I would never split them up). Let me know what you think of this unique take.

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Run

It happened so quickly, none of us were really expecting it. We were just out together shopping as usual and my mom was acting annoyed and distant with my dad even though I know she loves him. He appeared out of nowhere, this souped up, mind-controlled version of my uncle 17. My mom and dad didn’t even have time to react before he lifted a hand and shot out a ki blast so powerful it went right through my dad’s heart.

He was dead before mom and I could reach him. I never see my mom cry but here she was crying and telling my dad that she loved him. Then the weird version of uncle 17 started laughing cruelly and my mom pushed me away hard.

“Get out of here!” She cried out letting her tears spill out freely as she stood up.

Get out? Leave? Right now? With dad dead on the floor? And what if he kills her next!?

“Go!” My mom’s voice is anxious and now I know for sure that if I stay I will be a distraction and she will die for sure. I turn around and run. I run and run as fast as my feet can carry me and try to ignore the sounds of ki blasts and my mom screaming in fury.

I have to run. I have to run and never look back. Tears are spilling freely. Kami I was so ungrateful. Dad always wanted me to train with Goku to learn to defend myself and I always said no because I didn’t wanna break a nail and there were enough defenders. What if I had trained though? I could have stopped uncle 17 from killing him. Instead I let myself be totally defenseless and on top of it took advantage of my dad’s kindness. I always whined and acted like a spoiled brat and now...now he’s gone. Now he’s gone and it’s all my fault!

I find myself in front of Capsule Corp and I fall to my knees unable to contain my sobs back any longer.

“Marron?”

I lift my head and see Bulla and Bulma standing in front of me. I immediately run into Bulma’s arms and sobbingly tell her what happened. “Uncle 17 got mind controlled or something. He was so weird and he killed dad right in front of us and I had to run and mom was fighting him and he probably killed her too and we need to find Goku, someone needs to stop him and...”

“Marron, Marron calm down,” Bulma says shaking me slightly to make her stop. “Krillin is dead?”

I could only respond with a harsh cry. She hugs me tightly and rubs my back. “Oh I’m so sorry Marron. We will figure something out okay. We will wish him back or something.”

“The dragon balls are challenging right now,” Marron says. “What if we can’t?”

Bulma frowns. “I-I don’t know. Trunks isn’t here right now though sorry. I know you guys are dating and you probably want his comfort...”

“Trunks and I aren’t dating,” I say grimacing in disgust.

“Oh don’t play coy,” Bulma says laughing. “I see you hanging out around here coming out of his bedroom.”

“No seriously I’m not...”

“Oh I’m sure you want to keep that secret,” Bulma says grinning teasingly. “Don’t worry I’ll keep it secret.”

“Mom stop messing with her,” Bulla says stepping in between us. “Especially now!”

Bulma looks sheepish. “You’re right sorry.”

“Come on Marron, let’s go up to my room,” Bulla says grabbing my arm. “Since my mom is being insensitive I’ll comfort you.”

Bulma’s protests are lost because Bulla pulls me away immediately and leads me straight inside and up the stairs. The moment we close the door of her bedroom behind us, Bulla pulls me into her arms and hugs me firmly.

“I’m so sorry Marron,” Bulla says.

I sob into her arms and hug her tightly. “I don’t even know how I got here. I just started running away like a coward and ended up here.”

“I guess they will just assume you came for Trunks,” Bulla scoffs. “As if you could ever like my dorky brother.”

“I rather them think that than know that I’m here for you,” I say backing away from her.

Bulla pouts. “And what exactly is wrong with that?

“Well you’re a girl,” I say biting my lip.

“So what?” Bulla says. “My dad is an alien and your mom’s part robot, I don’t think gender is a factor.”

“Bulla I’m not in the headspace to have this conversation right now,” I say rubbing my temple.

Bulla sighs and steps into my space. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I’m supposed to be comforting you.”

“You are,” I say looking into her cerulean eyes and struggling to not get lost in them. “Just being with you comforts me.”

Bulla smiles at me and I melt a little bit. She lifts onto her tip toes slightly and presses her lips against mine. No matter how hard I try to stay away I just can’t. I am a spoiled daddy’s girl, but here this girl has me sneaking in all the time and jumping into Trunks’ room and walking out of there so we wouldn’t get caught. Trunks was the only person who knew about us and he always helped us, but it’s not me. It’s not who I am.

How did I let this girl corrupt me?

Bulla wraps her arms around my neck and deepens the kiss. I melt into her and we stumble back against the wall.

I don’t even know how long we made out for before we break apart breathlessly. Kami I love her. I love this stupid girl and after seeing my dad die just like that suddenly on a normal day out I realize life is too short and unpredictable to hide away in fear. How much longer will I keep running away?

“If my dad comes back to life,” I say. “I’m gonna tell him about us.”

Bulla smiles widely. “Really?”

Kami I love her smile. “Yes.”

“Then I’ll tell my mom too,” Bulla says grinning.

I gulp nervously and nod. “This is scary.”

“Yeah, but we’re in this together,” Bulla says caressing my face and brushing her lips softly against mine.

...

“Marron!” Bulma burst into the room making us jump apart on the bed where we were cuddled together, with very little...okay with no clothing. “You gotta see...whoa!”

“Mom!” Bulla cries pulling the blanket over us.

Bulma’s shocked expression turns into a smirk and she says, “So it’s not Trunks you’re dating huh?”

I whimper and hide my face behind Bulla’s shoulder as Bulla whines, “mom get out!”

Bulma laughs loudly. “Good thing I’m not your dad. Hurry up and get dressed and come downstairs. Hurry up!”

She leaves laughing and we immediately jump out of bed to get dressed. “Bulla why didn’t you lock the damn door?” I whine getting dressed quickly.

“It’s not like I planned to have sex with you it just happened,” Bulla says shrugging carelessly. “I didn’t think to lock the door.”

“Kami this is humiliating,” I mumble putting on my shoes.

“It shouldn’t be, my mom reacted great,” Bulla says grinning.

I pause for a moment then chuckle softly. “Yeah I guess she did.”

“Ready?” Bulla says walking to the door already fully dressed but in that skimpy red outfit that just...ughhhh why am I so gay?

I gulp and nod. We both leave the room together and go right to the stairs. There’s voices down stairs including Bulma who sounds excited. We step into the living room and I gasp. Everyone is gathered around the living room including my dad who looks happy and very much alive. Before I could react I feel a gust of wind beside me and see my dad stumble into a wall as my mom, seemingly out of nowhere, tackles him and kisses him passionately.

I feel a gentle hand on my back and look to Bulla who is smiling as she says, “guess you have to tell him now.”

Tears spill from my eyes as I run towards him at full speed yelling out, “DAD!”

#android 18 #krillin #k18 #dragonball z #dbz #dragonball #krillin18 #18 #dragonball s #krillin and android 18 #chestnutfest

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incorrectthroam · 6 years ago

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Life advice from your Auntie Throamie

Because I don’t know who needs it:

1) try not to care about what people think too much. I know it’s hard (like, really hard), but if you take baby steps and come up with your own ways to reassure yourself that if you’re happy then that’s all that matters, then you’re doing something amazing for yourself that you won’t regret.

2) learn the difference between hate and constructive criticism. This doesn’t just apply to writing fiction; it applies to schoolwork, a project for your job, etc. It’ll always hurt to hear that something you did wasn’t perfect (and nothing is perfect, not even your idols), but to save yourself a lot of heartache it’s a good idea to realize that someone telling you “I think you need to try again and focus more on this” isn’t the same as someone telling you “THIS IS TRASH YOUR MOM IS TRASH GO D*E.”

3) allow yourself time to heal after a breakup. It’ll hurt like hell for a while, and that’s totally normal. During the grieving process, try to get your mind off of it even for a moment by trying something new, hanging out with friends, watching TV, etc. Isolating yourself when you’re in pain is never a good idea. Try to find someone who understands what you’re going through so you can vent to them and they can validate your feelings, whether it’s a sibling or a counsellor.

4) drop your toxic friends. If you have friends that constantly invalidate your feelings, disclude you on purpose, insult you even when you make it clear you don’t find it funny, share your secrets when you ask them not to, or do anything else to make you feel horrible for no fault of your own, DROP THEM. Yes being alone is horrible, but taking some time to yourself and realizing your own self worth (which is more than you think, trust me) will help you be more picky when choosing new friends when the time is right.

5) don’t get into a relationship because you’re tired of being alone. That’s unfair to you and to the person you’re with. Being single can really suck, but if someone asks you out and you’re not attracted to them at all, going out with them will eventually blow up in your face. Kissing and cuddling feels way better when it’s with someone you love/are crushing on.

6) know that there are many different ways to come out. You should never feel like you have to come out to anyone (except your romantic partner, obviously, and your loved ones if you identify as trans or non-binary), but if you really want to and don’t feel pressured by yourself or society, there are more ways than sitting people in your life down and saying that you’re gay/bi/trans/etc. One way I’ve come out to people is casually mentioning being attracted to a girl as if I were heterosexual talking about a guy, but if you do some simple googling you could find a way that makes you comfortable.

7) if you think you may have a serious mental illness/disorder, please don’t bottle it up. You don’t have to tell anyone if you’re not comfortable (yet!) but please don’t keep it inside. Try to get it out in healthy ways, like writing it out or whispering it into your pillow.

8) ask someone if you can vent to them before you do so. You have no idea what that person may be feeling like, and even if they tell you that you can vent to them anytime, asking is still polite and will be appreciated in case they’re not in the right headspace to listen to or help you.

9) be careful of what you post about yourself on the internet. Anything could be used against you at any time, and if you don’t have thick skin it could do a lot of damage.

10) if you want to do something but are too scared to do it, try baby steps. For example, when I began dyeing my hair I was worried the colours wouldn’t look good on me, so instead of dyeing my whole head right away I just dyed the tips. It’s perfectly fine to be scared of doing something, but fear should never get in the way of your happiness.

11) know that it’s okay and perfectly normal to not be happy all the time. Even the happiest people we know have bad days and cry, and that’s fine. It’s okay to not be okay sometimes. It’s only a problem when you’re never happy and it’s getting in the way of your day-to-day life, in which case you should definitely try to seek help for that.

12) if you’re in school, give enough of a shit. Don’t care too much to the point where a bad grade on a test sends you into a full blown panic attack, but don’t care too little that your grades slip and you have to go to summer school (or worse; have to do the whole year over again). It can be hard to find a middle ground, and with parental pressure that can definitely be hard, but school is nothing but a montage in the movie of life.

I know 99% of y’all skipped over this (and I get it!! Not all of us want advice and that’s okay) but things have gotten rocky in my brain again and I wanna see if the things I’ve learned in the fuckery of a time I’ve been alive could help someone out there who is now the way I used to be.

#not throam

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torireactstohdgstories · 2 years ago

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Lost & Found by Darkfalli - Chapter 8 : Demons

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There is a content warning on this chapter for blood, abuse, trauma and memory erasure, but it sounds on par with the plot. (That's how you say it, right?)

Okay, so we went from kisses with Abies to bondage with Dianthus! Why not? XD

"The little doll beheld her owners light, just shivering with hopeful gay delight. My little prey, my darling lovely gay, my bound and helpless doll under my sway." Again with the poetry <3

"She withdrew from my body and planted a bloody kiss on my neck." That is intense! And hot!

Evie and Dianthus are kinky together, who would have thought?

Yay, Synna! Are we going to have more time with her?

Aww, Evie is a tiny girl x) Do the xenodrugs do that?

Are they saying Evie has a kitten mode and a doll mode? As in headspaces? She doesn't seem aware of that...

Aw, Synna is sweet, caring for her and everything ^^

Gosh this is so cute.

I can relate to Evie, I bite too, and when I do, I bite hard x) Two of my chew toys are missing chunks.

It's still very interesting how Evie's thoughts are replaced each time she starts thinking badly of herself. It makes for an interesting style.

Aww, shower of compliments for Evie! Poor sweetie, it's going to take a while for her to feel confident again.

Somehow, I'm imagining Synna's voice to sound like Annapantsu. Specifically in her cover of House of Asmodeus x)

Ahaha, beep boop! Evie is a little robot! x) Reminds me of Unit 7.322, with Tess!

... Is Synna's tail an erogenous zone? I feel like that should be more clear.

"Uh… Uhm… Imp-plant?" XD Yes, an imp plant. That has to be a pun.

XD OMG, they didn't realize nobody had told her about the implant! On one hand, big oops. On the other, it's so funny to see the affini being more flawed and relatable XD

"Basically, they are going to shove a piece of themselves into you to watch over you at all times. Yea, it's as gay as it sounds." Okay, I love Synna XD

Honestly, you can never have too much cuddling. And flustered cuddling is even cuter x)

Ooooh, there's the abuse... Ooooh, that's bad... Oh gosh, Evie, poor little sweetie, it's even worse than I had theorized, it's even worse than she had let on... Oh my gosh, this is so sad...

And then there is the whole explanation by Paeonia and I'm so glad we're getting words put on Evie's bad thoughts.

Induced amnesia sounds a bit extreme though... I mean, it is the quickest solution, I suppose, provided the memories are actually erased, and not just repressed or something. I hope they have a way to target the specific traumatic memories though, cause memories are key to a person's personality, right? Or at least a very important part?

"You'll still have every memory since you met Abies. Your knowledge of speech and a number of basic tasks will remain. Everything else is to be pruned away." That is still a lot of things to get rid of! Unless she was abused 24/7 there might be some good things in there!!

Okay, so she seems to actually want it, so there's that at least.

Yay, more cuddles!

Oh, naughty cuddles x)

This was a nice chapter! Cute and funny and a bit naughty! I'm thankful for the psychological explanations and I'm glad Evie is going to get relieved of all that trauma. Still a bit nervous about the memory erasing, but the author says it's going to be fine so okay!

#lost & found #darkfalli #human domestication guide #hdg #story blogging

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in-madhouses · 8 years ago

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so i was tagged by @whimsicalstylesfics for @mackabees‘ new tag game! apparently isbah thought it would be cute to tag the couple (liam and mackena) from a breakup fic (on the line) that so far only has the prologue up. so, fair warning, this is a non-canon future where these idiots get shit together and end up together.

rules: choose a couple of fave photos/gifs/manips/etc of your ship! copy and paste the questions down below! answer as if you’re the characters that have been tagged! then tag some more of your fave ships/characters to answer next!

i love me some women of colour so i’m tagging @whimsicalstylesfics for alisha and zayn, @lifesbetterasamermaid for rei and harry, @loveinthewriteway for ariana and louis, @dotsandstripesxo for cassidy and harry, as well as @madminniefics for riley and niall.

WHO IS MOST LIKELY TO:

Make breakfast: Probably a tie. Both of them are early risers and picky eaters.

Cuddle the other for no reason: Liam. Mackena is not as physically affectionate considering the issues she’s had trying to prove herself in a man’s world.

Sleep on the couch after an argument: Definitely Mackena. It’s hard to believe how much pride a person can contain. It’s also almost hard to believe how much spite a person can contain. She knows how much it annoys Liam when she does it, which is exactly why she does it.

Drive and who is most likely to ride shotgun: Liam drives, mostly, much to Mackena’s dismay. She likes having control, but he’s too much of a gentlemen to allow himself to be chauferred by a woman.

Choose the music in the car: [I just realised I didn’t answer this one proper and left Isbah’s answer int here but] Liam, he likes to impress and that’s one of the few ways he can truly impress her because he’s always pulling out new songs and artists and fun little anecdotes about them.

Get jealous: They get equally jealous, but Liam is easier to tip over. Mostly because Mackena prides herself for being cool and collected, at least publicly.

Break the expensive gift rule: Liam. He’s accustomed to a certain type of living. But Mackena is never too far behind, she’s got discipline but the girl loves to splurge.

Remember anniversaries: Liam. Although in Mackena’s defense, anniversaries are quite vague and Liam has a lot more headspace for things like anniversaries and grudges.

Sneak sweets in the shopping cart: Liam. Mackena has too much discipline. She’s also worked way too hard to let herself go with momentary lapses.

Hog the covers at night: Liam. Even though he’s always warmer, he’s constantly a tangle of sheets and limbs.

1. What do you do when the other is upset?

Liam: I used to panic, because Kena’s prevailing emotion is anger, and she picks at me when she’s upset. She’d get riled up and she’d rile me up and then it’s over and we move on. Kena was upset that I was late to pick her up for a show once and we argued midway through the comic’s show over whether or not feminism has a place in comedy and a couple behind us asked if all our arguments are like that because they heard us arguing over the pronunciation of ‘vitamin’ before the show started.

Mackena: I get stupid and I try to make him laugh even though it never works. I mean, I don’t even know what to do with myself when I get upset, it’s hard to deal with another person’s emotions too.

2. Who is more romantic? Give examples.

Mackena: Definitely, definitely Liam. He’s all big romantic gestures, sweeping speeches, and expensive presents. It stems from the fact that he’s so grateful, always of being able to live his dream I think.

Liam: Yeah, romance is definitely me. I remember thinking ‘I’m such a sap.’ when we first started dating because I’d go into overdrive thinking where to take her and what to get her and Kena’s just like ‘I’m good with pizza.’ and I’d be thinking I need to get this girl THE BEST PIZZA ever.

3. What do your families think of your relationship?

Liam: Her dad isn’t quite that happy that we’re doing this whole dance again, but her mum is great. I think she always wanted us to end up together.

Mackena: Yeah, she is over the moon about it. And I think his family’s just happy that he’s not out there dating a different pop star ever other week.

Liam: It was a phase! And you know I was ever only dating those people because I wanted to try to make you jealous.

Mackena: Oh yes, and that turned out remarkably well.

4. If you had to wear a couples costume for Halloween, what would you go as?

Liam: If it were up to me, I’d look up the lunar cycle and say I’m a werewolf. Or put on glasses and just say I’m a nerd. This is totally Kena’s thing.

Mackena: It is, Liam’s hopeless. I like to put a little thought into it and incorporate a current trend. Costumes are funnier when they’re on trend. We went as the gay family emoji recently.

Liam: I looked amazing in a wig.

5. Are you both earlier rises? Or do you both sleep in? Or is there one of each?

Mackena: We’re both pretty early risers.

Liam: Breakfast is a good time. We cook and kind kind of get into the groove of the day together. Among other things.

6. Do you have any routines at night? Before bed, in bed, etc.

Liam: There isn’t much of a routine, we’re normally quite knackered. But when we’re not, I guess we read? Among other things.

Mackena: Yeah, we have quite a bit of sex because I’m apparently dating a sixteen year old.

Liam: I was being subtle.

Mackena: As a bus, Liam.

7. What nicknames do you have for each other?

Liam: Not particularly. I’m about the only person who calls her Kena though, so I guess that.

Mackena: He also likes ‘love’ which I’ve kind of adopted. I use ‘babe’ quite a far bit too.

8. Say you had a child, who is the strict parent and who is the lenient parent?

Mackena: I’d have to be the strict parent, I just know it.

Liam: She’s right.

Mackena: I always have to play bad cop. Always. It works though, because I like the control.

9. Would you rather go to a fancy restaurant for a date or stay at home and watch movies with pizza?

Mackena: I’m more of an at home person. Past experience has taught me that public spaces are fair game, and I don’t like to share.

Liam: I want to say fancy dates, but it hasn’t quite worked well for me in the past. The media is quite needy and greedy and I only have space for one needy and greedy —

Mackena: HEY!

10. What first attracted you about the other person?

Liam: I could tell that she was different the moment I saw her. From the get go, there was just this fire and passion in her that made me want to be better. She’s smart and driven and completely out of my league. I mean, she made me dizzy.

Mackena: It’s true, I was assistant coach and I had the team do suicides on a muddy pitch.

Liam: She wasn’t afraid to get dirty either. If there is one thing that I learned from Day 1 it’s that Kena will outlive God to have the last word and I was just completely enamoured by this specimen.

Mackena: I was in turn enamoured by this completely fit looking guy on the pitch who should by all counts be really confident but was oddly shy around me. He was a mess of contradictions and the physical attraction was quite clear, and so we kept our distance, at least, in the beginning. But then when we finally got to explore the other side of who we were and it was just magnetic. He’s very perceptive. It makes you wonder what it’s like in his head. It’s.. It’s very disarming.

#fic: on the line #this was kind of interesting because i feelnlike i'm giving away so much and we've barely started on the story

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