#we must be sneaky snek

[allforfemeclipse]

Yipp (we have written nothing, and we need to make cover art)

[candied-peach]

ao3: “rainbow ink” rating: T warnings: soulmate au, sympathetic deceit, sympathetic remus, DRLAMP, creativitwins genre: angst with a happy ending description: Roman just wants his twin to be happy. That’s all he wants. (for anon prompt: "Romantic DRLAMP soulmates? (Platonic creativetwins ofc) and usually when I see that ships it's Virgil or Deciet who doesn't write to his soulmates but how about Roman? He pretends not to have them because Remus already has them as his soulmates and he doesn't want to steal that from him? Angst with a happy ending?")

The first time Roman sees familiar purple ink flowing across his arm, he thinks it's a mistake. It has to be. He's seen that particular shade of purple on Remus's skin too often for it to be a coincidence. It's only further confirmed when, as he hastily yanks his sleeve down, Remus bursts into his room to tell him that he's going to the coffee shop to people watch and be weird. Just like his soulmate- Virgil- said.

Roman swallows hard, the lump in his throat only intensifying at the unabashed happiness shining in his twin's eyes. He doesn't say a word about the damning purple words drizzled across his skin- doesn't even think about writing back- just wishes Remus a safe trip and tries to pretend that the pain in his lungs is from a developing asthma attack.

The second time he sees dark and light blue ink scrawling across his wrist, he thinks someone must be playing a sick joke on him. It's not fair. Logan and Patton are also Remus's soulmates. Is Roman so cursed that he can't have anything to himself?

But the jealousy, teeming just beneath the surface, makes his throat tighten. He holes himself up in his room, pretending to be asleep when Remus bursts in.

"I'm going to wreak havoc at the library," Remus announces, like Roman hasn't already seen their plans scribbled in round letters and blocky script.

"Cool," Roman mumbles into his pillow, trying to sound foggy with sleep, not heartbroken. "Have fun."

"I will," Remus assures him. "And Janus might come, too! Virgil said he's gotta study, though." As if on cue, Roman can almost feel the spiky gold script etch itself into his forearm.

"Just try not to be arrested," Roman says, turning his face so Remus can't see the tears that have started to prick the corners of his eyes.

"No promises!" Remus says cheerfully. As soon as the front door of their shared apartment closes, Roman buries his face in his pillow and cries, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. This goes beyond even the cruelties of fate he could have ever dreamed up. He shares all of Remus's soulmates.

And he refuses to say a word. He's never seen his twin so happy as when he's with them. Logan, Patton, Virgil, and Janus, the latest. Janus is shy, perpetually wearing a hat around them, tugging the brim down as if it can hide the psoriasis that plagues one side of his face. The way his face lights up when he debates philosophy with a ruffled Logan. Patton's sunniness and platters of heart-shaped pancakes. Virgil's purple hair and anxiety and constantly playing emo music. Remus fits like the final piece of the puzzle, discussing the finer points of arson with Janus, listening to cephalopod facts and true crime podcasts with Logan, splattering paint on a canvas with Virgil and splattering cupcake batter with Patton.

Roman would be an outcast puzzle piece, the occasional broken one that comes from another puzzle entirely and can never find a place to fit in, not even along the edges.

Weeks pass. He starts to wear long sleeves and high necks, trying to hide the rainbow-hued proof from his sharp-eyed twin. He withdraws into himself, no matter how much he tries to stop it. What else is he to do? He's an actor, but he's not that good. He doesn't know if anyone could be that good, to know they can never, ever have what they've longed for their entire life, to watch it happening right in front of their eyes to someone who deserves it so, so much, but-

That's it, isn't it? Roman reflects, huddled on his bed and watching Avatar the Last Airbender through for the third time. 'But.' He feels the tingle of more writing on his wrist, but ignores it. It's not for him, after all. It will never be for him. There will be no gentle affirmations written in Patton's light blue script, no blocky exhortations to do his classwork or go to bed earlier from Logan. Virgil won't offer a mix tape and Janus won't cheer him up with snake-themed puns. They think they're friends and they are, but they have no idea they're more than that, and Roman refuses to tell them anything else.

His door bangs back on its hinges, bouncing off the wall, and Roman looks up in irritated alarm, ready to chastise his twin-

When he realizes that not only has Remus come in, he's brought reinforcements. Virgil, Janus, Logan, and Patton stand there next to Remus, and any annoyed words Roman might have said dry up in his throat.

"Something's wrong with you," Remus says, without preamble. "And I wanna know what."

"Nothing," Roman tries to deny, but he knows that no one will believe it. He looks a dilapidated mess, a far cry from his usual put-together self. He doesn't know when he slid down so fast.

"You and I both know that's a lie," Janus murmurs. He's not wearing a hat for once, and his hair is an unruly mass of curls Roman wishes he could run his fingers through. "You've been avoiding Remus-"

"You've been avoiding all of us," Virgil speaks up next. His shoulders are hunched, his fingers occupied with a purple fidget cube. "Did- did we do something wrong?"

"No!" Roman blurts out, before he even knows what he's saying. "No," he repeats. "You- you haven't done anything at all, it's- it's just me." He swallows, painfully aware all of a sudden that his sleeve has slipped down and dark blue writing is now visible.

Dark blue could be anyone, don't draw attention to it-

"Is it your soulmate?" Logan, because of course it's Logan, asks.

"Um," Roman hedges, inelegant. Remus bounds over to the bed, yanking Roman's sleeve up before he can stop him.

"I will be right up," Remus reads, his eyebrows scrunched in confusion. "But that's-" He looks at his own arm, at Logan's neat handwriting.

"Roman?" Patton asks hesitantly. "Is- is Logan your soulmate, too? Is that why you've been avoiding us?" An easy out, and yet one that will fall apart at the slightest touch. Roman trembles, feeling like a leaf in a vigorous breeze.

"I-" He croaks. "Um- not exactly."

"What do you mean, not exactly?" Janus asks. Roman flinches, although he knows it's a perfectly reasonable question. If only there was a perfectly reasonable answer.

"Not just Logan," he whispers, staring down into his lap. "It- I'm so sorry, Remus, it's everyone-" The tears that have prickled the corners of his eyes since Remus touched his sleeve spill over, tracing down familiar tracks.

"But why is that a bad thing?" Remus asks, still looking utterly perplexed. "Ro, what's wrong?"

"They're your soulmates," Roman repeats. "And you've been so happy- I don't belong with that-"

"Who says?" Logan questions. "Shouldn't that be up to us to determine?"

"I- I don't know," Roman stammers. "Maybe?"

"I don't have a problem with another soulmate," Patton says, giving Roman an encouraging smile. "I want to get to know you better, Roman. As more than just your friend. Is that okay?"

Roman's eyes dart to Remus's face, suddenly brimming with unconcealed panic. Remus plops down on the bed next to him, wrapping him up in a tight, slightly odd-smelling hug.

"You dumbass," Remus hisses in his ear. "You deserve to be happy, too, you know. I want you to be happy. You being unhappy has made me really unhappy."

"It has?" Roman asks in a tiny voice.

"Of course it has," Remus says, giving him a shove. "You're my twin, asshole, I care about you. I don't care if we share soulmates."

Roman takes a deep breath, then shoves up both sleeves, up to the elbow, revealing a rainbow cacophony littering his lower arms.

"We talk a lot," Virgil observes. Roman lets out a shaky laugh.

"You do," he says. "But I- I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world."

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[that-otome-potato]

Dreams

I really need to get better at coming up with fic titles...

This was birthed from an image that popped into my head one day. To counteract the angst of the image, I turned it into smut because IkeSen's Snek Boi needs love and lovin'...

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“Milord, she’s been taken.”

"By whom."

"Ronin hired by the Daimyo."

Mitsuhide did his best not to let anything show on his face at his retainer’s whispered words.  He looked down in thought for a moment before moving his gaze to the older man and Lord of the region before him.

“I must take my leave temporarily, my lord.  Something has come up that demands my immediate attention.” When he stood and bowed to him, Mitsuhide heard a dark chuckle rumble across the tatami mats from the direction of the wizened daimyo.

“May your steps be swift, lest something terrible happens.”

The old man’s words were fleeting and followed Mitsuhide as he left the room to go out in search of ______. He didn't say as in as many words, but somehow the Daimyo had found out about himself and Azuchi's Chatelaine.  It was the only reason he could think of that ______ would have been kidnapped. They had been ‘living’ in the village for a couple weeks now on one of his missions. Their goal: to find out who was behind all the bandits coming into Azuchi and surrounding towns, causing chaos. The older man had decided that using her would be a good way to hold power over him to show Mitsuhide how much control over the situation he had.

Regret was a foreign entity to Akechi Mitsuhide, but he was feeling it greatly now as he began his search for the Chatelaine.  He had been so confident and, dare he say it, cocky that things would go his way in the mission. He had assumed that he had covered every step, all possible outcomes so that only the one he wanted would come to pass.  He never thought that he would be found out , or that his enemy would figure out how to use ______ against him. Or that it would be so effective.

His heart clenched in his chest at the thought of something happening to ______ just because she was associated with him.

Mitsuhide hurried through the streets, looking for anything suspicious, listening to anything that might give him a clue as to where they took ______. He expected his man to return soon with information on her whereabouts. He was used to waiting for him, but anxiety coursed through his body this time with his concern for her.

“MITSUHIDE!!”

Mitsuhide’s head whipped around towards the sound of her familiar shout, despite being laced with fear, and he took off like one of his bullets from his gun in that same direction.

Into a small copse of trees on the edge of town he ran, seeing signs of someone being dragged by at least two others.  Following the path they had created, he saw an obi tie lying on the branch of a small tree along the way.The same one he had given her just days before as they acted the loving couple in the eyes of the local Lord’s people.

A little way further up the path, one of her small shoes, a ribbon she preferred using to tie her hair back, even a bracelet he had seen her wear since she came to Azuchi, were all strewn along the path periodically.  He managed a smile - his Little Mouse can be sneaky.  Knew she was being taken somewhere and tried to help him find her.

His smile faded at the memory as he wrapped the cord around his hand and brought it to his nose to inhale her scent that still clung to the cord, pocketing the other items. The look of shock on her face he caused during their mission had brought him untold entertainment, but he couldn't help wondering something.

Did she know that he had given the cord to her because of wanting to see her face light up with her smile? Surely she had some clue by now of how he felt for her. Despite all the teasing he had sent her way and she returned, no words like that had passed between them. But he had also shown her a kindness very few had ever seen. Particularly once he himself realized how deep the feelings for her went. Had he shown it well enough for her to see? Was that why she called for him in desperation?

When he broke the tree line, Mitsuhide found himself facing a cliff with ______ and one of her captors holding both of her arms behind her back and using her as a shield, while the rest were lining the cliff in front of her with their swords drawn facing Mitsuhide.

Their weapons gleamed in the moonlight, and he could see ______ shaking as he copied their movements, holding his own katana before him.  He wanted to tell her not to be afraid, but wouldn't say anything like that out loud.

“Shaking, Little Mouse?  You’ve been through more terrifying things than this.  Show some backbone!” Teasing and taunting had always been his way of misdirection, but with her, it was how he showed he cared.

Rose dusted her cheeks in anger and she struggled against the grip of the man holding her.

‘Disgusting creature, touching her against her will.’ Mitsuhide wanted to spat, but he held the vitriol back and instead moved closer to the men. 'I will make sure a bath is ready for her after we flee this place.'

“Release the woman.  She is favored by Lord Oda . If you value your lives, you will do as I say.”

“You can’t scare us, you snakey bastard.  We outnumber you.  You’re already dead.”

Mitsuhide adjusted his grip on his sword as the small group of men that didn’t have their hands on their hostage, approached.  He looked to ______ in hopes of reassuring her he would succeed, but he saw an interesting mix of fear and determination in her beautiful eyes. This combination brought dread, another unpracticed emotion, bubbling up in his gut. What was that sneaky woman planning and how could he get her to stop?

Before any words could escape his lips to stop her, ______ stomped on the bare foot of the man holding her. Mitsuhide watched on in disbelief, and then horror, as the man cried out and gripped her arm tighter before he flung her away from him.

Falling to the ground and skidding on her side, right over the cliff behind them.

Mitsuhide was at the cliffs edge in an instant and reached for where he found her gripping the rocks around her for dear life.

“Mitsuhide! I can’t reach you!” ______ cried, mustering her strength to reach towards his outstretched hand.

“Stretch just a bit further for me and I can pull you up.  Come on, ______, you can do it.” Calm.  He knew he had to remain calm lest it agitate her and she slipped into the dark abyss below.

Multiple times, he felt their fingertips brush, the feeling like the barest brush of a spring breeze. But she couldn’t pull herself up and, if he moved any further over the edge without help to give himself the reach he needed, it might send them both over the side.

______ managed to prop herself up a little more on her forearms, but it wasn’t far enough.  When she shifted herself again to try to gain even more on the distance between them, he distantly heard the sound of stone falling against stone and he could feel himself pale. The ledge ______ was holding on to was starting to crumble from her movements.

Both Mitsuhide and ______ only had enough time to look at the disintegrating edge before it fell away completely, taking her with it.

“______!!”

Misuhide made one last desperate grab for her outstretched fingers as they both shouted the other’s name, but he was too late.  His arm remained extended towards her as he watched  her disappear into the darkness below her.

Ragged breath sawed in and out of his lungs as he stared, unable to look away from where he last saw ______. This couldn't...wasn't happening!

‘No, no, no…’

“NO!!”

Mitsuhide shot straight up in his bedding with the cry on his thin lips, his bare chest aching for need of breath. He raised a shaking hand to his face, feeling it slick with sweat.  He slouched with relief.  It was just a dream - a nightmare.  He looked to his right, seeing ______ 's bare back as she faced the balcony of the room they shared for their secret trysts, feeling his tension slack further.

His Little Mouse had turned out to be a better actress than he had anticipated.  The time they had spent together on his missions had turned his teasing and their bickering into explosive passion that neither of them had really been expecting or prepared for. But they had embraced it - Oh, had they embraced it. Repeatedly.

Mitsuhide lowered his hand to stare at her sleeping form fully, his eyes narrowing in thought.  Never had he experienced a dream like that. He had certainly mourned - mourned losing an informant, a vassal in one war or another.  He’d even mourned losing a lover once.  But the grief he had felt at the thought - just the thought - of ______ dying, of her leaving him to go somewhere he would never be able to follow, burned hot and bright inside him. Even though it was just a dream.

He knew what this feeling was and refused to say its name aloud.  He had many enemies inside and outside of Azuchi and he was already risking her safety simply taking her as his lover. Even if he did everything he could to keep anyone from knowing. Should it happen to become anything more… if she truly was kidnapped and used against him…

The dream returned with perfect clarity again and he groaned, pulling his knees towards his chest as he gripped his temples. How could he be such a fool?  Never with any of his other dalliances had he grown so attached to them so quickly.

Closing his citrine eyes and thinking about where he went wrong, Mitsuhide tensed at the feeling of a small, warm hand on his bicep. He shifted his torso just enough to see ___, her kind face absorbed with concern as she looked at him.

“Mitsuhide?” ______whispered in a voice still rough from their earlier passions and sleep.  “What’s wrong?  Are you ok?”

Mistuhide stared at ______ for a moment before he dropped both hands from his temples and moved to drape his body over her in one fluid motion, taking her lips in an all-consuming kiss.

When she gasped, Mitsuhide pressed into her mouth harder, taking the air she had quickly drawn back greedily. Needing to be closer to her, to feel her there with him, he trailed his feverish kisses along her cheek to just under her jawline to where her pulse pounded with life.

‘______ is alive and in my arms.’ he thought to himself as his lips traveled down to the skin between her breasts, then to the left to hover over her heart, where he sucked on the flesh hard enough to leave a deep red petaled mark. He trailed down her torso, nipping and sucking, leaving more marks as he moved lower still. ‘She didn’t slip from my hand like water in a river, to be swept away from me. Forever.’

These thoughts were further confirmed when he felt her tiny, soft hands thread through his silver-white locks and he moaned against the skin of her belly at the feeling of her tugging on them.

But he was a man not to be denied - her screams of pleasure were what his ears craved.

When he reached the sensitive space between her thighs, he slowed his movements and languidly lapped at her moist folds, earning gasps from her that was the sweetest of sounds he could possibly pull from her.

‘Give me more, ______.’ He thought to himself as he renewed his efforts, lapping and sucking harder, eliciting louder moans and cries from the woman he was worshipping on hand and knee, or in his case, stomach.  Worshipping the only woman alive who could possibly get him to be in such a pose of deference.

Mitsuhide then lifted and draped her legs over his shoulders, bringing her lower half with him as he maneuvered until he was sitting seiza, needing to relieve some pressure in his bare shaft lest he lose himself before entering her lush body.

She cried his name again, tightening her legs around his head as he devoured her essence that was coating her sex in arousal.  He could feel his desire increasing every time she did, the idea that she needed him in such abandon, the power it gave him, like an aphrodisiac itself.

Whenever he did this for her, he imagined that her arousal would taste sweet trickling down his throat.  It wasn't often that he wished he could taste anything, but she was the one flavor he did.

He pulled away slightly so he could look at her through hooded eyes of molten gold.  “Are you uncomfortable, Little Mouse?”

“I feel like my body is on fire!  Please, Mitsuhide...!” Her words were whimpered from her plush lips, making him feel parched.

“Then come for me and I will make you see stars as you burn like the sun.”

Her breathing increased at his words and he moved back towards his meal, knowing she was closing in on ecstacy and knowing exactly what she needed.

Laying her back down on the futon, he lay over her pelvis, one large hand cupping and toying with her breasts, the other moving from his manhood to placing two fingers into her weeping core.  He felt her squeeze her muscles around his digits and moaned, earning a giggle from her.  As payback, Mitsuhide curled the fingers inside her enough to rub against the spongy spot within her body that would increase her pleasure tenfold.

In no time, his actions brought about his desired result, with her calling his name with passion-infused abandon and her back bowing off the futon.  This one the complete opposite of the cry of his name he had heard before waking from his nightmare.

Mitsuhide allowed her a few moments reprieve from her orgasm before he lowered his body to lay against hers, staring into her eyes the whole time, her eyes never leaving his, as if ensorcelled.  He maintained their locked gaze as he swiftly entered her welcoming heat. He released a breath on a hiss of pleasure when he was in all the way to the hilt, her walls hugging him perfectly.

It was always like this with them, the passion, the fire, the mutual and undeniable desire for each other.  Even from the first day she had come to Azuchi, it had been like this. Like they were connecting pieces of the same puzzle. For some reason, however, this time also felt like the first time they were intimate and he could only guess why.

Panting for breath at the effort to not spend himself too soon and hurt his pride as her lover, he opened his eyes (when had he closed them?) and admired the rosy hue that colored her cheeks, the passion glinting in her beautiful eyes, the rise and fall of her chest as she tried to catch her breath.

All of these things were a sign of the life in her that he would protect no matter what.  He couldn't help the urge to protect this one female.

______ 's squirming beneath him brought him from his thoughts and he gave her a genuine smile - one rarely seen by any other burt her.

“Getting impatient?” Mitsuhide chuckled when he received a pout and a huff in reply.  “I apologize, my dear. Please allow me to make it up to you?”

The reply he received was the feeling of her walls gripping him tightly from within.  With another moan at the snug fit she had created for him, he pulled out just until the head remained before thrusting his hips forward, sheathing himself inside her giving body again.

On and on he went, changing the angle of his hips slightly whenever he felt her moans of pleasure weren’t constant or loud enough.  They were in his personal manor on the outskirts of Azuchi, so he wanted her to scream for him, let him hear her voice in pleasure to replace the memory of her cries as she fell from his reach.

After she had experienced her second orgasm, he felt his own finally approaching and flipped her over, bringing her shapely rear up to grip her hips tight as he began pounding into her from behind, bringing her hips to meet his roughly, his renowned control, gone.

His heartbeat was filling his ears with its thump-thump as their flesh slapped together before pulling his shaft from her to spill his seed onto the small of her back and over her ass.

______ collapsed onto the futon alongside Mitsuhide, both of them panting.  Mitsuhide turned to his side in a languorous way and pulled her to him so their fronts were touching. _______ moved around, getting comfortable, taking his proffered arm as a headrest, allowing his free hand to roam from her hip to card through her long hair.  He knew affection was aglow in his eyes because he could see them in her own, as wide as they were.

“Not that I am one to complain, but what brought all that on?  Is everything okay”

“Everything is fine now, Little Mouse. Thank you for worrying about me.” Mitsuhide felt his chest grow even warmer as the emotion he felt expand even further.  How lucky was he that a woman like ______ would worry over his wellbeing, share his bed, give snark and sass as well as she got.

“Love...you.”

Mitsuhide started from his musings at the sleepy words that had come from the precious woman in his arms.

“Ah, Little Mouse, if only you knew just how strongly reciprocated those words and the feelings behind them were.”

With a soft kiss to her forehead, he settled back into futons comfortable softness, finding a more soothing sleep than before waiting for him.

~//~

[diamond-song42]

Card Shark 71: The Element of Generosity, A Beautiful Heart

Happy Ultra Rare day, friends! Welcome to a new installment of Card Shark! Picking up where my latest UR poll left off, today I’m focusing on the first Ultra Rare Resource in Card Shark history! And boy is it a pretty one! Here’s “The Element of Generosity, A Beautiful Heart!”

You can feel the shine of this card radiating from whatever digital screen you’re reading this on. To start off, the cost-to-power ratio is freaking EPIC. That’s 7 power if you flip it during a Faceoff, and you only need to pay 2 AT and have 3 White req (the equivalent of a White Mane Character) in play to play it! However, you can’t just play it willy-nilly, as you must control a Rarity card for it to enter play. That’s not a hard play requirement considering the abundance of decent Rarity Friends (RTO, Soprano, Radiance, etc), not to mention I’ve seen Ambassador of Generosity pop up in competitive play from time to time. Now the fun happens: At the start of your turn, as long as the Element is in play, you stick a Harmony counter on it. You don’t need to pay anything. It automatically happens each turn. Then, during your Score Phase, if you have at least 2 Harmony counters on the Element, you can remove them to reduce the confront requirements of a Problem by 3 wild power until the end of your turn. To show an example of how this would work: Say you want to confront your Totally Lost. You remove the 2 Harmony counters from the Element. This brings Totally Lost’s confront requirements to 2 wild power instead of 5 wild power. Back when it was just Premiere block, this... was not exactly the greatest. Most Problems relied on certain colors to confront them, and the concept of wild power was only used when you confronted an opponent’s Problem. (Still pretty useful, don’t get me wrong!) But now that almost every usable Problem requires some level of wild power to be confronted, this is really nifty! This can get around opponents exhausting a bunch of characters to prevent you from confronting things and can be useful in a pinch if you can’t find much power in your deck. This is a fun Resource to play with, for sure!

That shine is covering the less great parts of this card. There is one big detail that players can forget when using cards like this: Most of the time, there must be at least one character at a Problem in order to confront that Problem, even if the Problem’s confront requirements have been reduced to 0. But that’s not the biggest issue I have with this card. What bugs me about this card is the matter of a card called Coloratura, Simply Rara. A single Rara, when exhausted, reduces that wild power cost by 4 instead of just 3 - and she isn’t Unique! You can have multiple Raras in play at a time! Sure, Rara can’t use her printed 4 power to help confront the Problem after that (unless you give her Stubborn with a card like Igneous Rock and Cloudy Quartz, Rock Ranchers or Hard Hat), but there are ways you can get around that easily in today’s metagame. Of course, we didn’t have Rara before Defenders of Equestria, and from what I can tell, this was the card that reduced the most wild power before then. That doesn’t mean I don’t think it isn’t a viable option anymore. Like I said before, I do really like that 7 base power, which doesn’t suck if you get it during a Faceoff. But if reducing wild power is your strategy, you’re better off sticking with Rara.

Besides practically any Rarity card, here are a few cards that share the Element’s generous spirit:

*Fluttershy, Nurturing Nature. This is the Mane Character that likes to make confronting Problems easy as pie. Fluttershy can contribute her power to confronting a Problem even if she isn’t situated at that Problem. This is usually done with a Staff of Sacanas to double her boosted side’s power from 3 to 6. You still need at least a small character at the Problem in order to confront it, but it is an overall painless process. Your biggest concern is your opponents’ Resource removal (chances are a Staff will be more menacing than this Element), but if you can get your Staff set up as soon as you can, your opponents will be having a much harder time.

*Joe, Sticky Glaze. If you’re in that spot where you can confront a Problem with just a single 1 power character, Joe is one of the best to do that. Not only does he prevent the Problem from being replaced until it is solved, but he sticks around when the next Problem comes into play! It’s a nice little cycle. Just be careful of opponents dismissing/frightening/banishing Joe, or even simply moving him away from his Problem! A move like that can ruin your strategy.

*Discord, Sneaky Snake. Got a pesky Troublemaker blocking you from confronting that Problem? Bring in Discord the snek here to ward it away temporarily! This card allows you to retire a Friend at Discord’s Problem so you can ignore the Troublemaker that turn and simply confront the Problem. You have a lot of options with what you could do with this retiring yourself - using Token Friends, Friends that do things when they leave play, etc. Your opponent won’t be thinking it is hisssssterical.

*Repulsor Blast. An alternative to Sneaky Snake, Repulsor Blast does the same thing as Discord, but in the form of an Event that applies to all Problems. This is a good choice over Sneaky Snake if you’re not running Pink or don’t want to retire Friends. This is also an option if you don’t think you have to worry about Troublemakers too often. Whichever you choose, you’ll still be confronting those Problems in no time.

*Similo Duplexis. I haven’t gotten into the really complex side of things yet in this Shark, so why don’t I start now? Similo Duplexis is a tricky one, since it allows you an additional Confront Step for each Problem that turn. And the Element doesn’t reduce the wild power confront requirements for the next Confront Step, but until the end of the turn! That means you can reduce the confront requirements if a Problem once and confront the Problem twice for cheap. This requires timing, though: Similo Duplexis is expensive (4 AT and 4 Purple req), and for good reason, so make sure you’re saved up when you appear in two places at once.

Thanks for reading this Ultra Rare Card Shark! Next week I have double the Sharks because we’re celebrating Pinkie Pie Day on Monday before returning to my usual cycle on Tuesday! Which Pinkie Pie card have I picked out to highlight? And what Equestrian Odysseys Friend will I report on? You’ll just have to come back next week to find out! Until then, Diamond out!

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*But Love Is Overrated Anyways- Masterlist, Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ch 8, Ch 9, Ch 10, Ch 11, Ch 12, Ch 13, Ch 14, Ch 15, Ch 16, Ch 17, Ch 18, Ch 19, Ch 20, Ch 21, Ch 22, Ch 23, Ch 24, Ch 25, ao3, wattpad, Sequel (on ao3)

Dan is an angry mutant with ability to control the cold. He shares a tent with a man Phil, who has powers over fire, but refuses to use it for evil. Dan has no such moral qualms.

Themes: superpowers, mutants, dystopian

Yellow Roses- Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4, Pt 5, Pt 6, ao3 (completed)

Dan has a wife who just loves the bouquets of flowers he keeps getting for her. Unfortunately, she doesn’t know about the attractive florist who sends hidden messages with each bouquet that her husband might just be falling for. 

Themes: language of flowers, forbidden love, historial, angst and fluff and something that almost resembles smut

Smelling of Smoke (and Hearing Voices Not There)- Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4, Pt 5, Pt 6, Epilogue, ao3 (completed)

Phil was a quiet type of crazy. Dan’s eyes were so loud that they made everyone take a step back from his madness- everyone but Phil, who instead, stepped forwards.

TW: mental asylum, mentions of suicide attempts, mental illness, abuse

Themes: mental asylum, trigger warning, schitzophrenia, pyromania, insanity, dark

Wires- Ch 1, Ch 2,  Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ao3 (completed)

Arranged marriage AU where you are paired with a partner based on a test, and commitment is more vital in the relationship than love is. The story of Dan’s arranged marriage to Phil Lester, a man seven years his superior who postponed taking the test to work in the military.

Ebony is 17 years old and terrified to take the test and be arranged with someone. So it’s her father Dan’s duty to tell her the story of his marriage, from the initial fear and hatred that came with his obedience, to the feelings that followed .Inspired and named after the song ‘Wires’ by The Neighborhood.

TW: the very mildest mention of dubious consent, age gap (both 18+)

Themes: Arranged marriage, au, strangers to lovers, angst, fluff, romance, Phil being a sneaky snek and seducing Dan

Tomato Blush- Ch 1 (uncomplete)

Summary: HS!Au in which Dan has a rather unfortunate crush on someone who is probably way out of his league: Phil Lester. And, while Dan really doesn’t know what he’s doing, he’s willing to try to figure it out along the way, which would work out great, if Dan wasn’t the most awkward person to ever exist. 

A humorous story with at also deals with some of the hard truths of longing, accepting yourself, and putting yourself out there for the first time.

Short Oneshots (1-3k words)

(Oldest to Newest)

Despite the Curse 1k

Dan and Phil had been given a curse that would ultimately kill them. They have to find a way to live despite it.

Themes: curses, magic, secrets, established relationship, angst, suspense

*What the Audience Can’t See 1k

Phil is a circus performer on the joint aerial hoop and he is hopelessly in love with his partner.

TW: Mentions of vomiting

Themes: pining, circus, acrobatics, strength, unrequited love

Señor, Not Señorita 2k

Despite the flowy skirts and high heels, Dan Howell was definitely a man. Unfortunately, the waiters at the resort in Mexico they were staying at didn't always get that, leading to endless teasing from Phil, his fiancé.

Or, the one where Dan wears skirts and Phil wears a shirt covered in birds, and they decide to take an unexpected dip in the pool.

Themes: established relationship, engaged!Phan, fem!Dan, rule breaking, fluff

Backseat Bad Behavior 1k 

It’s Anthony’s driving test, and he was stuck with his friends being sat in the backseat, which he’d thought would have been nice- except they weren’t as interested in the actual driving as they were with each other.

Themes: fluff, driving test, friends with benefits, fondling, fluff with like a teeny bit of something that almost resembles smut, high school au

I Won’t Help You Unless You Stop 1k

TW: mentions of self harm, relapses, scars

It wasn’t the first time Dan came into his shop, and it wouldn’t be the last. But this time, it was different. Because this time, the scars were fresh. 

Themes: self harm, recovery, tattoo artist!Phil, scar coverup

*Satisfied <1k

“Ever since acting school, Dan had mastered the ability of giving people what they wanted, but never leaving them satisfied.”

Themes: Fluff, domestic, established!relationship, lil angst

*Baby 1k

TW: mentions of blood, death, violence

“You’re soft too,” Dan announced, almost too quietly to hear. “You just pretend like you’re not. But I know the truth.”

Phil snorted. “You know all my secrets, Baby.”

Dan laughed aloud. “Please. You’re in a fucking gang, I don’t think I want to know all your secrets. I don’t have that kind of time.”

Themes: gangleader!Phil, pastel!Dan, pastel but still really badass!Dan

What We Do For The Ones We Love 1k

TW: mentions of sickness, sexual immorality

Dan and Phil live in a dystopian world, with few survivors and fewer resources. When Phil needs life-saving medicine, Dan has to find a way to get it.

Bliss <1k

Day 1 of 12 Days Of Prompts (2017)

Fluffy!Phan cuddling in bed with absolutely no desire to get up.

Beautiful Browns 1.2k

Day 2 of 12 Days Of Prompts (2017)

Themes: fluff, artist!pastel!dan, artist!caring!Phil, crappy high school dating dynamics

Words Aren’t Always Needed 2.5k

Day 6 of 12 Days Of Prompts (2017)

TW: For light (but semi-frequent) cussing

Summary: After a bad reaction to painkillers administered by his dentist, Dan loses the ability to speak for a few days. Which wouldn’t be that big of a deal if they didn’t have plans, including an important business meeting and going to the Star Wars premiere. 

Or, the one where Dan loses his voice and Phil has to interpret for him like an extended, inappropriately timed game of charades.

*Turquoise Stains <1k

Day 7 of 12 Days Of Prompts (2017)

Prompt: color schemes

Themes: Fluff, colors, a lil bit of fantasy

Red Nails And Chapped Lips 1.8k

Day 8 of 12 Days Of Prompts

Summary: After Dan goes and gets his nails painted at a professional salon, he and Phil embark on a quest to Target for last minute Christmas shopping, and together they must decide whether having painted nails is gay or just hipster. Includes Dan and Phil style bantering, questioning of gender stereotypes, chapped lips, and a clerk at Target who horribly misunderstands what Dan needs vaseline for.

Themes: nail painting, Christmas shopping, domestic!Phan, humor, innuendoes.

Six Months And Ten Seconds 1k

Summary: The story of how long it took for two boys to fall.

Themes: falling in lust/love, drug usage (marijuana), dropout

Aced It 2.5k

Day 10 of 12 Days Of Prompts

Summary: Dan and Phil are in the process of pursuing a relationship. There’s only one issue: Dan’s asexual and doesn’t want to get physical with Phil but has no idea how to tell him.

Christmas With Colin (And The Rest Of Dan’s Family) 1k

Day 12 of 12 Days Of Prompts

Summary: Dan and Phil go to meet Dan’s family for the first time, and things go better than accepted, especially considering that Dan’s parents hadn’t always been accepting of his sexuality. They’re more interested in questioning him on other things- like, for example, when Dan’s planning on giving them some grandchildren.

Themes: fluff, meeting the family, Colin the Good Boy (Dan’s family dog)

The Rulers Of All That Is Cold™ 1.2k

Summary: Based on this art post by @alinaazac, a short oneshot of Dan and Phil as co-Kings of all that is cold, bantering, arguing with each other, and correcting the peasants who come to seek their help because it’s ‘my kings’ or ‘your highnesses’, not ‘my lieges’.

Themes: kings/royalty!Phan, ice kings, humor

Two Bros Sittin’ In A Bathtub... 1.6k

Summary: Dan and Phil getting ready for 2018 in the only way that makes sense: with a joint bubble bath, bad vine references, face masks, banter, and completely unnecessary amounts of fondness.

Themes: Fluff, humor

Tanqueray 2k

Summary: Au based on “Fools” by Troye Sivan, with my own special twist on it. Dan and Phil live in the middle of nowhere, and all they’ve ever known is the wheat fields and pastures, water towers and barns, and the strangers that are basically family and family that are practically strangers.

TW: Abuse

White Moon, Blue Alarm Clock 2k

Summary: Dan can’t agree to let his boyfriend move in because then he’d find out just how sick Dan really is. Loosely based on “Blue Moon” by Troye Sivan.

TW: insomnia, mental illness 

Redemption 1.6k

Summary: Dan came out of the war with a broken mentality, the guilt of an assassin, and one less arm, but he never lost his fight. Heavily inspired by Marvel’s Winter Soldier, but completely independent of it. 

Medium Oneshots (3-10k words)

(Oldest to Newest)

Paper Cranes 3.2k

Summary: Dan and Phil, who have been dating and completely open about their relationship for two years now, find themselves in a strict week-long church camp where they might need to keep their relationship a secret.

TW: Low-key religion and potential homophobia

Themes: fluff, religion (Christianity), potential homophobia, closeted relationship, au, camp, established relationship

*Hungry 4.5k

Summary: You can still suffer from eating disorders even if you’re a boy, even if you’re an adult, even if you’re married and in love and even if you have a daughter. TW: eating disorder, body image issues Themes: fluff, light angst, parent!phan, established relationship, eating disorders

*Torture 3.7k 

Summary: Phil’s skin is impenetrable, and Dan wants to be the one to make him bleed.

Themes: TW, torture, stockholm syndrome, no gore, knives, mental illness, mentions of suicide/suicide attempts, dark

Caudal 8k

Ao3

Day 3 of 12 Days Of Prompts (2017)

Summary: The cave has two exits. One, a hole in the ceiling, wide enough that Phil could see the stars glitter at night. The other exit was through the pool in the middle of the cave, where they’d come from. The siren leaned against the cave wall a few meters away, tending to his wound. It wasn’t bleeding anymore, but the damage was done. Sharks circled in the pool, desperate for a taste of the merman. The hole in the ceiling was too high up, the walls too steep to climb. The sharks circled in the pool of water, ready to eat whatever comes their way. No way out. Phil was stuck, with no food, no fresh water, no hope to escape, and a siren who had tried to drown him not hours before. 

Themes: merman/mermaid/siren!au, sharks, survival, enemies to ? 

Nothing And Everything 3.5k

Prompt: Dan realized he has feelings for Phil during the making of tatinof so he just straight out asks Phil on a date and they share a milkshake with 2 straws

Themes: tatinof, friends to lovers, ‘friendly kissing’, cereal stealing, milkshakes with two straws 

*6:30 Special 8.6k

Epilogue, Bonus Scene

Summary: In a world where you and your soulmate both have constellations of dark blue freckles that glow when you’re together, Dan has been waiting for his whole life for it to finally glow. And when it does, he is stood face to face with a man Phil, who looks back in confusion, his own constellation unlit.

Includes: Dan, the workaholic who accidentally ended up managing a small convenience store and spends most of his life there; Phil, the nocturnal painter who believes that art can only properly be made at night and buys a coffee every morning at 6:30 on the dot; and the story of a man who falls hard for someone who could surely never return his feelings.

Themes: unrequited love, soulmates, au, strangers to friends to ?

Shakespeare And Coffee 5k

Summary: Teacher!Phan au where Dan Howell is the new Language and Composition teacher at the high school where Phil Lester teaches English to a bunch of public schooled kids who want nothing to do with it. Includes lots of very un-subtle flirting, a minor caffeine addiction, and a shared love for Shakespeare. 

Themes: fluff, teacher!phan, au, slow burn

The Subject Series 8k

Summary: Tensions have been rising in Phil’s hometown at the rise in gun violence and string of robberies. However, Phil has bigger things to worry about me, like his newest art assignment to paint a series of portraits showing the true character of a person you know. Phil has his subject, the only problem is, he doesn’t actually know Dan, though he’s more than willing to rememdy that. 

Highschool!phan au with artist!Phil and newkid!Dan, including the growth of a friendship, Phil being a little stalker-y, and Dan not understanding the concept of stranger danger. Was heavily inspired by my Drabble series ‘Artists’ and recent events involving gun violence.

Long Oneshots (10k+)

(Oldest to Newest)

*Jackets 10k

read on ao3

Summary: Phil Lester, bad boy who wears the same leather jacket to school every day and makes a hobby out of scaring people. Dan Howell, future valedictorian who prefers a varsity jacket, and refuses to be shaken by anyone, bad boy or otherwise. And how they come together through a high school track, an English class, and a failing videography program.

TW: language, use of homophobic slurs Themes: highschool!phan, badboy!Phil, valedictorian!Dan, enemies to friends to lovers

A Sword, A Little Bit Of Magic, And A Whole Lot Of Pizza 15k

read on ao3

Part of the Phandom Reverse Bang 2017, inspired by this art

Summary: When Dan and Phil are following strange dark creatures that appeared out of nowhere in London, things go wrong and they end up being sucked into an alternate dimension, where magic exists and they must find a way to use it in order to contain the creatures before they completely overrun this new world. Warning: contains the use of ‘spork’ as an insult, the destruction of a perfectly good library book, and questionable pizza physics.

Themes: alternate universe (literally), magic, alternate dimension, prophecy, two dorks trying to survive in an alternate dimension, fluff, light pining

*Libertadores (Liberators) 20k

read on ao3

Part of the Phandom Reverse Bang 2017, inspired by this art

Summary: The current conflict in Venezuela told through the eyes of two boys who are not supposed to be in love, not supposed to protest, and not supposed to fight. But they do anyways.

TW: weight loss, cannon real life violence, non-graphic descriptions of injuries, light homophobic language

Themes: The Venezuela crisis, au where Dan and Phil were born in Venezuela, real life canon violence, protesting, closeted relationship, angst with fluff

The Odyssey 12k

Day 11 of 12 Days of Prompts

TW: bullying, homophobic slurs, language, drinking

Summary: High school au where Phil is bullied for being gay and Dan thinks he should have just stayed in the closet. But it just so happens Phil has a big family and can’t get any studying done, and Dan’s house is the perfect place to study.

Themes: highschool au, enemies to friends to lovers, bullying, boxer!dan, studious!phan, Homophobia, family/sibling drama

Drabbles/Drabble Series’

*Artists Drabble Series-

The Writer, The Painter, The Poet, The Performer

Inspired by this post

Please Don’t Let Me Drown

A short drabble on Dan’s Depression from first person pov.

Masterlists / Mini Masterlists

‘But Love Is Overrated Anyways’ Masterlist 

Chaptered Fic with fire!Phil and ice!Dan, mutants au

12 Days Of Prompts (2017) Masterlist

12 days of prompts/oneshots leading up to Christmas 2017

My Ao3 and Tumblr ask

*Starred fics are my favorite ones

[candied-peach]

ao3: “the dead of night” rating: T warnings: kissing, sympathetic deceit, anaroceit genre: fluff description: Roman loves Virgil and Janus but how could he ever be so lucky? (for anon prompt: "ok so uhm for prompts,, virgil n janus asking roman to join their relationship? maybe roman's a bit insecure abt it but you do what you want :3 (I'm starting to like this ship lmao I crave content,,)")

"Roman, may we talk to you?"

Roman startles, nearly spilling his coffee all over his notes. It's later than he thought it was- the darkness outside the living room window proves that. Janus and Virgil stand by his elbow, patiently waiting for his answer as he coughs, setting his pen down with a harder-than-strictly-necessary thump.

"Of- of course," he blusters, though he can feel his heartbeat treble in his chest. Anxiety pools in his stomach, making it churn. "I apologize if I have kept either of you awake, I can move to my room-"

"No, that's not it," Janus says, dismissing the thought with a slight wave of one gloved hand. "We were already awake, and saw that you were, as well. It's nothing bad," he reassures.

Roman doesn't feel very reassured.

Still, he gets up, leaving his notebook on the coffee table, and follows the other two down the hallway. He thinks they're going to Janus's bedroom. Probably so they won't be disturbed, or disturb the others. His stomach still does a funny little flip at the thought of being in Janus's room. He's so rarely invited, after all.

Do they know? His throat tightens at the thought. He can't bear it if they know. Is this supposed to be some kind of- of pity intervention? Terribly sorry, Roman, but we'd rather court a dead rat than come near your presence like that. He can't actually see Virgil or Janus saying that, but what if that's what they mean? What if they've seen the yearning glances he can't seem to suppress, the way he lingers in the kitchen after meals and the living room after movie nights, dry-mouthed at the thought of the tiniest scrap of affection, be it a sideways hug or a hair tousle? God, he must look so pathetic, and worse, some kind of homewrecker. They're together and he's shut out in the cold, like he should be.

"Sit down, Roman," Janus says in alarm. Roman realizes his vision has gone all foggy and it is with great difficulty that he thumps down on the edge of Janus's bed, his head swimming. "Are you all right?"

"Fine," he croaks, but the arched eyebrow tells him that Janus knows it's a lie. Virgil has no compunction on calling him out on it.

"Bullshit," Virgil says, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his hoodie and his shoulders awkwardly hunched. "What's wrong, dude?"

"Nothing," Roman creaks out. "What- what did you want to talk about?"

"It seems unbefitting when you are unwell," Janus says with a frown. "But-"

"Just tell me," Roman blurts out, trying to conceal his desperation. Just get it over with. Please. Janus sits to one side of him, while Virgil takes the other. Janus lifts one limp hand, covering it with both of his.

"Please tell us if we've misread the signals, but- well- would you like to join our relationship?" Janus asks. Roman's mouth sags open in shock. Ringing buzzes in both ears, filling the world with static.

"What?" He asks, and it sounds very far away.

"Do you wanna join us?" Virgil asks. One of his arms has gone round Roman's shoulders, supporting him. He thinks without it, he might fall over. He still might. "It's just that we're both in love with you."

"It's perfectly all right if you don't," Janus starts to assure him, but Roman blurts his answer, spilling out the words in a great rush.

"I- yes, yes, I would, I-"

"Then it's a yes?" Janus asks, his mismatched eyes sparkling, and his face close, so close, to Roman's face as he strokes some of Roman's hair back from his forehead.

"Oh yes," Roman breathes. Janus leans in closer, his breath stirring Roman's fringe.

"May I kiss you?" Janus asks softly. Roman nods, eager, and Janus's lips brush his, a sweet, soft taste that leaves Roman aching for more. Then it's Virgil's turn, more tentative, though Virgil's fingers tangle in his hair, angling his head. Roman's head swims as the others sit back, a dazed smile spreading across his face.

"I take it you liked that then," Virgil says. Roman nods rapidly.

"Very much," he admits.

"Well, the others are asleep," Janus points out. "If you would like some more...practice, I won't tell if you don't." Roman grins, reckless.

"Bring it on," he says.

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[candied-peach]

ao3: “scared of me” (chapter five) rating: T warnings: self harm, eating disorders, emetophobia, purging, touch starvation, slightly unsympathetic others, panic attacks, anxiety, food genre: hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending (eventually) description: It was easier when they didn’t care. 

(chapter one) (chapter two) (chapter three) (chapter four)

“tiptoeing toward conclusions”

If Logan were prone to admitting emotion, he has to confess he would feel alarm at just how pale Virgil's face has become. The anxious side looks like he's a few gasping breaths from completely passing out, and Logan has no idea why. Was he still feeling unwell? If so, why would he not simply tell them? Patton would be more than willing to make up some breakfast foods much gentler for an upset stomach, and if Patton was unsure what to make, Logan himself would assist.

But if Logan is honest with himself, this is not the first time Virgil has looked so queasy at a plate of food, breakfast or not. He has noticed it before, noticed the hesitation before Virgil's fingers close around the fork or spoon, noticed the tremble behind Virgil's hands as he lifts a bite to his lips.

It paints an unsettling picture, and one that Logan doesn't want to think about too closely.

But he has a feeling (ha!) that he must, if Virgil is to be helped.

Patton sets a plate down in front of Virgil. It has one waffle and one pancake on it, glistening with syrup. It looks picture perfect, like something you might find in a food-oriented magazine.

Virgil's staring at it like the golden globules of syrup might as well be poison.

"Virgil?" Logan questions, attempting to gentle his voice. He can tell by the jolt that runs through Virgil's shoulders that he has been unsuccessful. "Is something wrong?"

"No," Virgil squeaks out. It sounds nearly as if he's been strangled. "No, 'm fine." Virgil cuts off a small, neat bite off the waffle and places it into his mouth. Mission complete.

So why does Logan feel like it's only begun?

Patton hands him his own plate, heaped with blueberry-covered waffles, and Logan sighs in unconscious pleasure. He does enjoy a good waffle, particularly with fruit. The fruit makes him feel like it's a little healthier, although he knows it doesn't really have that much of an impact.

"So what is on the agenda for today?" Roman asks, enthusiastically tucking into his pancakes as Patton returns to the table. He, too, has decided to go with half waffle and half pancake for breakfast. The quick hitch of breath next to him tells him that the anxious side has noticed.

"We need to go over video ideas," Logan answers. "Preferably with all of us. I know Thomas would value each of our input."

"Would he?" Roman asks skeptically. Logan fights the urge to glare at the creative side. Can't he see what's right there, almost literally under his nose? His words have struck Virgil like a physical blow and now Anxiety is scrunched up in his chair, picking at his waffle (he has studiously left the pancake alone).

"Yes," Logan says, his tone glacial. "All of us have provided valuable contributions in the past. There is no logical reason why that trend should not continue."

"Exactly!" Patton pipes up. His eyebrows are scrunched together in what looks like anger at Roman.

"I dunno," Virgil mumbles into his breakfast. "Maybe you guys should go ahead without me."

"Why?" Logan persists. Virgil shrugs. Logan bites back a frown. Surely it is simply because the other side is wearing such an oversized hoodie, but for a moment, he could have sworn that Virgil is much thinner than the rest of them. They all tend to follow Thomas's general body, with a few tweaks. Roman is more muscular, thanks to his adventures in the Imagination, for instance, and Logan is a little thinner and paler. But Virgil-

Well, perhaps it is a side effect of his function. Logan can think of many reasons why the embodiment of fight or flight would be thin.

Concern still lingers as breakfast continues, and when Virgil is done, dumping his plate in the sink and disappearing into his room, Logan arches an eyebrow in Patton's direction.

Perhaps it is time the two of them had a talk about Anxiety.

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