#weirdly it fits for remy

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Wellston top 8 students as cards! And why I care too much about this

Seraphina: Queen of Clovers -> Ace of Spades

John: Joker

Arlo: King of Diamonds

Remi: Jack of Diamonds -> Queen of Hearts

Cecile: Jack of Spades

Blyke: Ten of Hearts -> Jack of Hearts -> King of Clovers

Isen: Seven of Clovers -> Jack of Clovers

Terrence: Eight of Diamonds

I used Clovers as the suit name instead of the traditional Clubs because clovers are associated with luck (even though these aren’t the four leaf ones), and the Class of Clovers (John/Sera/Blyke/Isen’s year, possibly also Terrence’s) was ridiculously and disproportionately overpowered.

First I want to address Cecile actually she’s weirdly the linchpin in all this. I made her the Jack because I do think she was the Jack that Remi dethroned (while Sera was still Queen), and I ended up choosing Spades for her as it’s the war-like suit that fits the order of Unordinary’s world, as well as her lack of hesitance to use her power to get the job done.

I ended up taking a lot of inspiration from the game of New Texis Hold ‘Em Sera plays with John and William early on. In it, the community cards are the Ten of Hearts, King of Diamonds, and Jack of Clovers. I wanted to make these match up with the Royals at the time.

Given that, it seemed obvious that Arlo would be the King of Diamonds; the untouchable king. Remi would fit neatly as the Jack of Clovers, which kind of fits the relative backseat she seems to have initially taken as the Queen early on. Nobody respects her authority, and the power transfer does seem to be recent. That was kind of a justification I used to say she’s not in her final form yet.

I gave Blyke then the Ten of Hearts, as he’s the third Royal but honestly really shouldn’t be anywhere near the Royals, even if he’s got the spirit of it.

The cards in Sera’s hand are the Queen and Ace of Spades. Seeing as she rose from the role of Queen to the Ace, and the Ace is the most powerful card in the game, I assigned her the Ace of Spades pretty much automatically. Plus she has Ace of Spades imagery, which I pointed out before. But I’d like to reserve the Queen of Spades, and instead make Sera start as the Queen of Clovers. Again, that’s her set in with the rest of the Class of Clovers. When Sera ascends to Ace of Spades, Remi becomes the Queen… and I think it’s not hard to agree that Remi is the Queen of Hearts

With most of Wellston’s Top Five covered, I just wanna check in on John; not much to say here as he’s the Joker, plain and simple. This also ties into that card game hehe

I’d rather do Terrence before Isen, so here goes: he pretty much just goes along with the hierarchy and isn’t driven by his own agenda, so he could be one of the counting cards. I picked Eight since that was the rank he died at. He doesn’t fall under any of the other suits easily, so I just picked Diamonds to isolate him.

I imagine Isen starting at Seven of Clovers, since he entered in that class and ended at that rank. He gets to ascend to Jack, just as he did in story, and he maintains his Clover class.

Meanwhile, Blyke is promoted to Jack of Hearts, since he spends a lot of his time as Jack basically being Remi’s lieutenant. He doesn’t actually get serious about the role until after X-Rei visits Brannish, and by that point his dethronement from Jack is already imminent. So directly from Jack of Hearts, he gets to rise to King of Clovers. He really was a King of the people, and we see that in how people respond to his ascension to the role. So he gets to take the King role in the Clovers suite, finally leaving Hearts as he’s found his own motivation beyond Remi’s.

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X-Men: The Animated Series - Season 1 (1992-1993)

Ok, so I just finished watching Season 1 of the X-Men and honestly, it holds up well. Like, really well. Disturbingly well. The show is really good at portraying the struggles of oppressed groups and the bullshit bigots throw at them. This is very prevalent in the Sentinel storyline, which is the main story arc of the season.

Honestly, I enjoyed it. Like, yeah, there were a few moments that I wasn’t vibing with, as a whole I can confidently say it was good. I am very excited to jump into Season 2.

As usual my live reactions (? I guess. I mean, I write these as I’m watching. What do you call a text version of a reaction?) are below the cut. Gimme like a couple weeks to watch Season 2. 

Episode 1 - “Night of the Sentinels - Part 1”

Ok, so as our introduction to the world of the X-Men, I thought that was alright. Honestly thought we’d spend more time with Jubilee to flesh out the world a bit more, but eh, I’m too bothered. Certainly got more outta this 20 minute episode than any of 60s Spider-Man 20 minute episodes, this actually had decent action and a plot. But of course it comes with a level of 90s edge, which isn’t my particular vibe but I don’t hate it. I’d honestly say my biggest gripe with this episode is it was quantity over quality, it introduced pretty much the entire main team, but didn’t really do a lot in terms of characterisation. Not to say that it didn’t do any, every character is very much in character this episode, it just felt a little shallow. I expect this to be remedied by the end of the season.

Characters introduced:

Jubilee / Jubilation Lee

My sheer lack of X-Men is about to come through. I have next to no idea who this is. I’d vaguely heard of her before, but as far as I’m aware she isn’t in the Fox films, so I’m just not familiar. Which is fine, because it allows me to get to know her as the show continues, which is what a show is supposed to do with its characters. Anyway, I think her powers are weirdly vague and not really explained, but you kinda get the jist of them after a bit.

Sentinels

I was not expecting Sentinels right off the bat, but they do create an immediate threatening and domineering presence. So I checked the Marvel wiki and apparently these specific Sentinels are the Mk IV variants, I think that’s what they are in Earth-616, as it seems like they’re something new in this continuity.

Rogue / Anna Marie

So I’m vaguely aware of the Ms. Marvel situation in this show, which leads me to wonder if she has flight and super strength in the comics? Cause she doesn’t in the films, at least I don’t think she does. It’s been awhile since I’ve watched them.

Storm / Ororo Munroe

As Shakespearian as ever, Storm is here. She honestly raises the question for me, are there actual people that talk like her? Like, seriously her dialogue would fit in a Dickens novel.

Gambit / Remy LeBeau

“wooimbouttamakeanameformyselfere”

Cyclops / Scott Summers

I have nothing to say about Cyclops. He’s just kinda here. He’s a bit boring. I hope he does something later.

Beast / Henry "Hank" McCoy

Another case of “do people actually talk like this?” Like who the fuck quotes books and shit mid conversation? “Teri, you quote vines on a daily basis.” Touché

Morph

So going into this, the only shapeshifter mutant I knew about was Mystique, so finding out about Morph was a surprise. I actually did a bit of digging around them. Found a few things: Originally they were supposed to be another guy, but the show runners didn’t wanna kill off like the only Native American from the comics, so he got swapped out for another guy, called Changeling, but they couldn’t use that name because Beast Boy was using that name at the time, and the show runners didn’t wanna catch heat from DC, so settled on an original character, Morph. Also, it should be noted that apparently in X-Men ‘97 Morph is revealed to be non-binary, which is great and if anyone has a problem with this fact I invite you to go fuck yourself.

Professor Charles Xavier

I don’t really have much to say about Xavier other than he has some weird eyebrows, and I don’t much care for his hover chair. Like, what’s wrong with having a normal wheelchair Charlie? You think you’re better than everyone? Prick. For sake of clarity, this is a joke. I actually have no strong opinions on the chair. That’s a lie, I think it’s an ugly colour. 

Jean Grey

She sure does appear in this episode. That is all I can say about Jean Grey. I know fuck-all about this woman.

Wolverine / James "Logan" Howlett

Logan is as aggressive as I expected him to be. So this is fine.

Henry Gyrich

Another guy that I know next to nothing about. I honestly thought he was Trask, and I am apparently wrong, so there you go. He seems like a slimy git.

Episode 2 - “Night of the Sentinels - Part 2”

Oh no, I can’t believe Morph died, who could’ve ever seen this coming.

I didn’t mention in the last episode that the mutants are pretty much a stand-in for every oppressed group in modern society. I never used to fully understand it, until watching this and being part of the LGBT+. It hits very close to home. The idea that your own government hates you, wants you dead for something you have literally no control over. It’s not fun. Seriously, try being trans in the UK, it’s bullshit. Granted I know there are much worse places, but I’m just talking from personal experience. And also, being trans doesn’t give me random powerful abilities, it would be great if it did. Point being, mutants are very on the nose about what they represent in the lens of the real world, you could try to argue this level of social science has no place in a children's show, but I would argue that this is the perfect place to teach children that sometimes are different, and that’s ok.

At bare minimum this kinda plot leads to some truly hateable villains, which would be funny if it weren’t realistic.

Onto the actual contents of the episode, it’s pretty good. Characterisation is pretty much on point, dialogue is aggressively 90s, and the non-mutant characters are mostly despicable.

Characters Introduced:

Bolivar Trask

That ain’t Peter Dinklage, what kinda bullshit you pulling here?!

Episode 3 - “Enter Magneto”

If George Orwell’s “Animal Farm” were a picture book, I still don’t think the guards watching Beast would understand it.

Anyway, hi Erik, nice to see you, glad you could drop in.

Something I noticed is certain scenes with flashing imagery seem extremely slowed down. I presume this was a decision by Disney for the Disney+ version, as modern rules regarding epilepsy are a lot stricter than they were in the 90s.

Not gonna, the anti-mutant protest outside the courtroom and the cunts in the courtroom are so frustratingly realistic. Like, seriously, what the fuck do they think they’re gonna achieve? That if they say “no more mutants” hard enough Hank will lose all his fur? Of course they don’t think that. This show in 3 episodes has done a very, very good job at showing how bigotry works. I know it gets more extreme as the show goes on, but as far as I’m aware, at no point does it become unrealistic. This show came out in ‘92, everything on display is still relevant in 2024. That should horrify you. Or piss you off depending on who you are as a person.

Onto something lighter, can we appreciate Wolverine’s sheer disdain for Sabretooth. It’s great.

Also since when could Xavier transfer information from Cerebro to X-Men on the field? Specifically, how did Storm insta-learn how to shut off nukes? Deus-ex my arsehole.

Character Introductions:

Magneto / Erik Magnus Lehnsherr

Here we finally have Magneto. Genuinely as I’ve got older, I’ve understood his entire deal so much more, and like, yeah, he’s a villain, he’s a prick that can and will kill anyone in his path, but he’s not completely wrong.  Again, I do not think he’s in the right, but he is also someone that has been scared by the worst of humanity. His anger is justified, and ultimate goal of mutant freedom is good, but the way he plans to achieve that goal is fucked. I think it’s a really good detail that Erik sounds and looks genuinely hurt when the X-Men go against him, cause he actually believes he is doing the right thing. So, round of applause for a complex villain. Hooray!

Sabretooth / Graydon Creed, Sr.

Diego is my least favourite of the Ice Age herd, I think he’s a bit of a dickhead… Wrong sabretooth, Teri. Graydon Creed is definitely a guy with a very hateable face. All I really know about him is that he’s a cunt that’s involved in Wolverine’s backstory. I’m sure this will be explored further as the series progresses.

Episode 4 - “Deadly Reunions”

HIM! WHERE IS HE!? WHERE IS WADE?!

So this episode establishes Storm’s claustrophobia and Rogue’s power absorption. Cool.

“...you wish me to wage war on six billion humans?” Oh. 3 decades. All it took was 3 decades to add another two billion to the human population. This has nothing to do with the episode really, it’s just that fact only just sank in with me. I’ve got nothing to add, just bloody hell, these are some scary numbers.

Jesus Christ Xavier, the fuck man? Weaponizing war trauma to beat Magneto? I mean, I get why he did it, but like, nah I ain’t about that.

“Right, and I’m the queen of England.” Honestly, Jubilee would be a much better queen of England than our useless king.

So, how the fuck did Sabretooth actually manage to wound Wolverine? Like, surely his healing factor would just fix him up real quick?

Character Introductions:

Senator Robert Kelly

Finally in the flesh, the king bigot. Motherfucker pretty much says he wants to set up concentration camps for mutants. As if the metaphors couldn’t be anymore on the nose.

Episode 5 - “Captive Hearts”

I do quite like how Storm’s claustrophobia is a recurring problem, it actually adds at least a bit of depth to her character.

Not gonna lie, I’m fond of the Wolverine pining for Jean bullshit. 

Is this episodes plot just Callisto getting pissy that Scott won’t fuck her?

Also can we just talk about how creepy Wolverine gets when chasing Callisto, like I’m not here for that. It’s not good.

Anyway Storm and Callisto having a lightsaber duel was pretty cool.

Character Introductions:

The Morlocks

Ok, so yes I’m grouping a lot of characters together here, but honestly I know so little about them I don’t have anything interesting to say. Before watching this I had never even heard of them, with the sole expectation of Leech, because I’m pretty sure he appears in one of the Fox films. Anyway, according to Marvel Wiki, here's all the named Morlocks: Leech, Sunder, Erg, Plague, Masque, Tar Baby, Annalee, Callisto, Tommy, Ape, Scaleface, & Glow Worm.

Episode 6 - “Cold Vengeance”

Oh no, Wolverine threw a tantrum and left, who could have ever seen coming.

Genuine question, how much of Canada is an ice cap?

Is Sabretooth wearing a skintight suit, or is he butt naked?

Can we just talk about the fact that both Storm and Jubilee wear appropriate casual attire, but Gambit’s still in his combat attire.

How did Sabretooth manage to catch and tie up the entire village? Like, surely someone could have escaped? Or more likely, wouldn’t he have just killed them all? Like, he’s a murderous psychopath, I’m surprised he could even be bothered to set bombs.

Ooo, looky the Sentinels are back.

Episode 7 - “Slave Island”

One of the antagonists of this episode is some cunt who calls himself “The Leader”, he’s not the actual Leader (Samuel Sterns), so I ain’t including him in the character introductions.

Why is Gambit weirdly out of character this episode? Like, he's much more of a prick than usual here.

Why is Cable here? How is Cable here? What time travel shenanigans were required for him to be here?

Character Introductions:

Cable / Nathan Summers

But seriously, why is Cable here? Not that I don’t appreciate him being here, I just kinda want an explanation. Especially since the episode seems to indicate that he’s not from the future, but I’m fully aware later seasons will contradict that. Maybe I’m missing something and this’ll be explained later.

Mastermold

That’s a big arse Sentinel.

Cameron Hodge

So, technically this guy first appears in Episode 3 as Beast’s lawyer, but he had no impact on the story and he was being pro-mutant, which is out of character.

Blob / Frederick Dukes | Sunfire / Shiro Yoshida | Feral / Maria Callasantos

These guys have speaking roles in the episode, but I honestly have nothing to say about them.

Cameo Appearances from Mystique, Pyro, Rictor, Avalanche, Thunderbird, Northstar, Aurora, Caliban, & Domino.

Episode 8 - “The Unstoppable Juggernaut”

Not gonna lie, I like how the Fox films actually show there being students at the X-Mansion, cos honestly without them, the place looks abandoned.

I really feel bad for Colossus, guys just doing a job and gets attacked by a group of bigots and then Wolverine & Jubilee. Like, seriously, when he says “What is it with these Americans? They are very strange people.” I’m inclined to agree with the guy (this is ignoring the fact that Logan is Canadian). Then he gets arrested for a robbery he doesn’t commit. Bloody hell, this man can’t catch a break. Thankfully his company in prison was Beast. The man may talk like an academic but at least he’s friendly.

What does Juggernaut need money for? Can’t he just take literally anything he wants? He’s the Juggernaut, who the fuck is stop him?

Anyway, I think he is fucking hilarious. Legitimately the funniest character the show has introduced.

I’m sure Juggernaut vs. Colossus is a fight I’m never gonna see again…

Ok, what we’ve learnt is that if Rogue absorbs Juggernaut’s powers, she breaks. Interesting.

And at the end he just walks away, because of course he does. Not like they can beat him any other way.

Characters Introduced:

Colossus / Piotr Rasputin

Can I just say that I think Colossus is lovely. Like, I think he’s a very good example of what a man should be. Strong, friendly, a little bit dumb. A himbo by true definition. I may be crushing on a fictional character. 

Juggernaut / Cain Marko

“Don't you know who I am? I'm the Juggernaut, bitch!”

Episode 9 - “The Cure”

More Cable shenanigans. I’m sure he’s actually from the future this time.

Oh look Logan being a twat and antagonising most of the team, I’m sure that’ll go really well for him.

Damn, Gambit really out here trying to push himself onto Rogue, despite knowing she could kill him just by touch. What a knob.

Everytime Cable asks for Dr. Adler, I’m just reminded of this moment from Dragon Ball Z Abridged.

That is all.

Character Introductions:

Angel / Warren Worthington III

This millionaire in the colour blue is available for pre-order. Call 1800-APOCALYPSE now!

Moira MacTaggert

As far as I’m aware she’s important to the X-Men mythos, but I personally know fuck all about her. 

Mystique / Raven Darkhölme

Ah, Mystique, the psychotic bitch with the power to make all trans people jealous. Infuriating.

Pyro / St. John Allerdyce

For some reason, they decided he needed English instead of Australian in this continuity.

Avalanche / Dominikos Petrakis

Ok, so his powers are like, seismic energy right? It just bothers me that a guy named Avalanche doesn’t have ice powers.

Apocalypse / En Sabah Nur

Not gonna lie, I’m kinda surprised to see Apocalypse here. I honestly expected him to be, like, ‘the big bad’ at the end of the series.

Episode 10 - “Come the Apocalypse”

Ok, so lemme get this straight, Warren wants a cure for his mutation because he considers himself a freak, yet the fucker wears a full spandex superhero suit that incorporates his wings. If you hate your wings, why would you own a bright red and white costume? Make yourself more visible? Dumbarse.

“Death, the winged avenger”, 🤓☝️erm ackshually, Apocalypse, Archangel isn’t an Avenger.

And then they all fuck off. Kinda anticlimactic, ngl.

Character Introductions:

Archangel / Warren Worthington III

This millionaire is now available in the colour. To get yours call 1800-HORSEMANofDEATH now! “Didn’t you already include Worthington here?” Yeah, but this time he’s blue… and slightly insane.

Episode 11 - “Days of Future Past - Part 1”

Wow, it really takes no time at all for Bishop to flip teams.

Ok, so what causes Bishop’s amnesia? Was it Nimrod reaching for him? I don't think this is ever explained.

Oh, hi Frank. Good to you see. Going by the wrong name I see.

More questions, why’s Bishop’s time thingamajig not working properly?

I’m sorry, but what the fuck? Bro just drove a bus straight through the X-Mansion XD.

Ok, I like Wolverine’s constant mocking of Bishop. The man deserves it, he’s a bit of a stuck up prick.

… Oh my god. I just made a horrifying realisation.

Silver is just Bishop’s hedgehog-sona.

Gambit finally shows back up and Bishop’s immediate first thought is to shoot the bastard. Don’t worry man, it happens to all of us. I too murder the first frenchman I see when sent on important missions.

Characters Introduced:

Lucas Bishop

“It’s no use!” Bishop is the kinda guy to shoot first, ask questions never.

Forge

He is here. I don’t actually have any idea who he is.

Nimrod

This is a really dumb name for something that’s supposed to be threatening.

Episode 12 - “Days of Future past - Part 2”

Jesus, Jubilee, what’s your beef with tattoos? I mean, they’re not really my vibe, but there’s no reason to call Bishop a freak. (We’re just gonna ignore that the guy shot Gambit and Rogue, that ain't important.)

Genuinely, Logan’s been pretty funny these last few episodes.

So, is Magneto not the leader of the Brotherhood of Mutants in this continuity? Interesting.

Again with the protesting? What the fuck do they hope to achieve? Fuck me, bigots are really fucking dumb.

Loving Blob’s Hawaiian shirt, tho.

Speaking of, how does Blob’s powers work? Like, is he just impervious to damage by sheer fat? If so, that is both really gross, but really cool.

“This kid’s crying. Do something” before shoving the child into Jubilee. Honestly, same, Logan. I too don’t wanna deal with crying children.

Mystique is just the queen of gaslighting and manipulation. Especially with Rogue.

I quite like that the whole assassinate Senator Kelly plot was Apocalypse’s plan, keeps him lurking in the background like the big bad he ought to be.

Characters Introduced:

Blob / Frederick Dukes

Technically, Blob made his first appearance in Episode 7, but this is his first appearance of actual significance.

Episode 13 - “The Final Decision”

Oh look, the bigots have resorted to rioting cause they’ve decided a group of people are responsible for shit only a few have done. 😒Where have I seen that before? 

Ok, so a few things. One, how the fuck did Mastermold achieve sentience? Two, why is its plot effectively just to create the cybermen from Doctor Who?

Oh, hello Ghost Rider, fancy seeing you here.

“Stop him gently, Storm.” “As gentle as the falling snow.” She then proceeds to almost kill Gyrich by making him crash into a tree. Good job, Storm.

This is the first thing I thought of when the X-Men were debating on if it’s worth saving Senator Kelly with Gambit reluctant to join.

“You're all fools... Heroic fools.” I literally could not agree more Erik. “The brave are always the first to die.” and that is just fucking cold. Not gonna lie, I fucking love Magneto in this show.

Thinking about it, why do the sentinels even bother discussing what they are doing? Like shouldn’t they all be talking to each other through some kinda network? I feel like that would’ve made them more threatening.

“What is that object? It appears to be the ace of spades.” Like, seriously, how are these guys a serious threat?

“Did you think I would let you die alone, Xavier?” Aw, Erik does care.

“Mutants are human. Therefore, humans must be protected from themselves.” Ok, so Mastermold is based. Still an evil prick, but at least it ain’t a bigot.

Ok, so with Scott and Jean’s proposal scene, why does she jump straight to talking about kids? Like, that’s a whole new fucking conversation ma’am.

Oooo, how very Sinister of an ending.

[cerebralabyss]

USELESS INFO I FEEL LIKE PUBLISHING!! and also just archiving on my blog 4 my own sake :D

here is the stories/reasons 4 all my alters’ names cuz they’re all weirdly significant in some way or another OR went thru a very long process 2 become the name it is today

putting it under cut cuz it’ll probably be longish

reffy & ramen - they both went thru different processes, but come from the same origin. VERY LONG STORY I AM NOT SHORTENING IT!!

we were finding a new collective name cuz our old one did NOT suit us at all!! and at the time, our understanding of our system was very different. we had a lot of trouble separating reffy/ramen cuz not having one host scared us, so ramen was a sort of “sub-alter” to reffy for a good while until we were comfy with the distinction.

we settled on the name remiel/ramiel, but couldn’t decide the spelling. we ended up using remiel collectively, but that name was also specific to reffy because again at the time afraid of deviating from host. so ramen ended up with the scrapped spelling!!

reffy - when we realized we in fact were not just one host, having reffy’s name as our collective name was rly confusing!! we ended up shortening it to “remy” for a rly long time. then, we ended up fusing the names “remy” and “maffy/maffal” (maffy is a sub-alter to reffy that we had treated as distinct for a while b4 realizing it wasn’t healthy for not fun reasons!!) so it became reffy!! and yes, reffy is short for reffal!! no one calls him that tho cuz it’s weird (other than dire cuz he’s strange but he only does that in private) (and sometimes jax scolds him using his full name cuz it’s funny)

fun fact: reffy decided 2 use the name reffy instead of remy in the vegetable section of a grocery store. very useful information ik (sarcasm)

ramen - this name didn’t end up getting changed till like a little over a year ago now!! they stuck with “ramiel” for a good while, purely because we have a dog tag with the name ramiel engraved on it and they didn’t want to change their name cuz then the dog tag would be WRONG!! but eventually they were like NO im CHANGING IT. the nickname “ram” rly stuck (since no one called them ramiel anyway cuz it was confusing with it being so close to the collective name) so took the ram and turned it into ramen like the instant noodles cuz enby behaviour (lh)

they actually considered the name “azriel” for a bit n couldn’t decide between that n ramen. ramen is much more fitting i could not IMAGINE IT BEING ANYTHING ELSE

(i’m writing this and im writing in third person to avoid confusion and it FEELS WEIRD!!!)

jax - ok i’m leaving out the context of my 2020 system yrs cuz it’s not rly relevant and complicated BUT!! this name came from back then. it came out of NOWHERE LIKE LITERALLY IT JUST POPPED INTO OUR HEAD LIKE “yea this guy… he’s jax” and i don’t know WHERE IT CAME FROM cuz we probably only ever heard that name less than 10 times our whole life. it’s RLY WEIRD but it kind of makes it feel oddly special cuz it just happened without us consciously thinking. like that’s just how the name was Meant 2 BE

his name has not changed a SMIDGE since then. he did end up deciding it’s short form 4 something else somewhere along the line, but only one non insys person& knows what it is cuz he’s weird abt it. it’s been years n he’s still keeping it a secret .. and no it’s not jackson !!! that’s ur one hint :3c

nuni - this one is kinda silly!! when we were like 8-12 our online alias name was our cat’s name and since nuni was the primary host at that time the name rly stuck with her. when she came out of dormancy a few yrs ago, we wanted to change it since it could get confusing differentiating our CAT from our HEADMATE so we went with a random nickname we called our cat!! idk where it came from exactly tbh,, but our parents still call our cat that sometimes like once in a blue moon and each time they do it feels SO WEIRD!!

dire - ima be real i know there was a reason behind this name but i can’t remember it 4 the life of me. none of us can it’s rly weird. just pretend this is an awesome cool backstory ok thx

BUT!!! there’s a neat story behind one of his many old names!!! he first developed/split as an oc introject, we called him “corgo” cuz he more closely resembled the comfort au version of said oc (which in hindsight was not a comfort au it was just the personification of the introject) and combined the word “comfort” with “margo” (the oc’s name)

driell - him n his sibling (who isn’t in our sys) both have names that r their parents’ names combined together n letters smushed around a lil bit!! his sisters name (alexis) is a combination of the specific alter names, and driell’s is a combination of collective names!!!

THIS WAS ACTUWLLY A LOT LONGER THAN I ANTICIPATED i expected it 2 be long but i underestimate how much i love infodumping about my system WAYGYH. if u read this all the way thru it means the world 2 me u have no idea

i wanr to infodump abt system stuff more cuz it makes me happy :33 just worry abt clogging up my blog a bit :P

that’s it that’s all!!! good day 2 u

- 🖤

(🥀🎀🧸 co-con)

[dzthenerd490]

Pixar requests:

Toy Story: Toys that can come to life and go limb when other humans are present? Strange...

Monsters, Inc: A dimension where monsters came to the human world to scare children for fuel? Weirdly terrifying!

Ratatouille: A very intelligent rat that owns a goddamn restaurant? Strangely delicious!

Coco: A boy who manage to enter the Land of the Dead? Oddly death-defying!

Luca: A race of sea people who can turn to normal humans on dry land? So strange!

Turning Red: A generational power where they can turn into a giant red panda? Generational yikes!

Toy Story - I considered it hm... I think I'll introduce it in a tale or something first. As for a file, I'll see what I can do.

Monsters, Inc - Oh yeah, the Foundation will have some conflict with the CDA upon first contact, but they can find a way to work it out. The GOC on the other hand, they are going to have much more issues. Though now I think it would work better as an action report... we'll see what happens.

Ratatouille - Sure maybe I can make Remy a cook at an Ambrose Restaurants establishment. They would have no reason to say no to such a talented chef. Though I'll have to think of a tale to include him in.

Coco - Hm... Actually, yeah but I'm going to make it an event and cursed class anomaly where people will go into the afterlife after stealing form the dead on the day of the dead. Not sure how much of the movie I can tie in but I'll see what I can do.

Luca - Hm, I'll probably just add them to the Species of Interest document. Sorry but outside of a few tales I haven't done yet I can't see them fitting anywhere else.

Turning Red - Okay now that's an anomaly! Yeah, it's on the queue. Also, since its cannon she kept her red panda, I don't think anyone would be mad if I made Mei be processed by the Anomalous Employment Division.

[inkyquince]

This is the closest thing I can find! Skip to 1:48 for the proposal bit I was talking about, but really the whole thing is worth watching. Gargoyles is a Disney cartoon from the 90s and it was badass (until the 3rd season) but I adore the characters

adsojdasiojdasjidasi “we’re genetically compatible-”

i am grabbing my breadsticks and my history textbook, there shall be NO eugenics in MY marriage.

pc: what about love?

avery:… i think we love each other, as much as people such as ourselves are capable of.

pc:… huh.

ITS A HOT PROPOSAL BUT I WOULD HIDE OUT IN THE BATHROOM AND ESCAPE THROUGH THE WINDOW.

[miiamour]

tequila kisses

gn!reader x remus lupin

summary: remus gets stupidly drunk one night and shows signs of admiration. what happens the next morning when he got too wasted to remember?

warnings: drunk remus, alcohol, fluff, slight angst, illusions/mentions of sex, kissing.

word count: 2k

a/n: remus is very tall so you could be 5’10 and he’d still be able to rest his head on yours. this is gender neutral reader so please let me know if it has gendered pronouns or anything that implies a gender. also big thanks to @destourtereaux for helping me with the plot! <3 ily rosie!!

the gryffindor common room was lit up with red tinted lights. the furniture was pushed to the corners of the room for dancing space, although the dancing seemed more like sex with clothes on. the tables that were near the entrance of the common room, had drinks and snacks.

it was felt hot and sweaty. the smell of alcohol lingered throughout the room. teenagers either grinding on one another or taking shots of whatever alcohol james brought. it was a weirdly comfortable feeling.

sirius and james decided to throw a party for the pure reason that they got an O on transfiguration— though they’d throw a party even if they failed.

you had been standing around in a corner with a cup full of firewhiskey. you had been friends with the marauders for years so i’d have been wrong for you not to go.

james, and sirius were currently dancing with some random girls who’s names they probably didn’t know while peter watched, swaying by his lonesome. and as for remus— where is remus?

you scoured the room for him, couldn’t have been too hard, he was extremely tall. you saw him in the corner of the other side of the common room, with a bottle of— you squinted— tequila.

you squirmed your way through the people. you watched the room as you made your way to the table; people making out in corners, others doing shots, dancing on top of tables, every cliche teenage party thing was currently happening.

“hey remus, you alright?” you asked loudly, trying to talk over the music that was bouncing off the walls.

“who? me? yeah.” his words slurred together. “peachy keen” he said. he leaned against the wall and his long fingers gripped onto the bottle like his life depended on it.

it was the night after the full moon and peter had told you that remus got into an argument with james and sirius. chances are it was about something stupid and the boys would come crawling back to remus; they couldn’t live without their moony.

“yeah, that’s totally believable” you looked at remus, he stared back at you with half-open lids as he took another sip from the bottle.

“i think you’ve had enough rem” you attempted to take the bottle of tequila out his hands, he protested at first before loosening his grip, allowing you to take it away from him.

you turned your back to place the bottle on the table and when you turned back, you catch remus with a cigarette and a lighter in hand.

“seriously?” you scowled.

“don’t mention the twats name” he mumbled, the cigarette in between his slightly chapped lips. he lit it then took it between his slender fingers, releasing it from his mouth and a cloud of grey smoke fell out his mouth effortlessly.

maybe it was the firewhiskey talking, but remus looked extremely fit. merlin, the things you’d do to be in the place of the ciga—

“y/n?” remus interrupted your promiscuous thoughts. “did you hear me? i asked if you wanted a hit.” he mumbled while he waved the cigarette in your face.

“hmm? oh, no thanks” you responded cluelessly. you watched as he took another hit.

“i love this song!” remus exclaimed as fernando by ABBA began playing “dance with me, y/n.” he threw his cigarette in a random cup of punch and grabbed your hands, and you just couldn’t say no.

you laughed at him lowly, he was a horrible dancer. it was as if he had no control over his limbs. he swayed his head to the beat of the song. you adored his shaggy hair that was perfectly sprawled all over his head as if the gods precisely placed every strand. you admired him as he danced, his scars made him all the more beautiful.

“there was something in the air that night. the stars were bright, fernando” remus sung as he spun you around.

remus pulled you chest to chest and rested his arms on your shoulder and you wrapped your arms around his torso.

“they were shining there for you and me. for liberty, fernando” he continued to sing.

you held him closely, the subtly woodsy smell of his cologne and his heartbeat brought you comfort. as he hummed to the song, you couldn’t help but feel an oasis of serenity, like you and remus were the only two people in the world.

yes, he was drunk, but something about his actions seemed genuine; the way he rested his chin on top of your head lingered with a sense of sincerity. you felt protected in his arms.

“y/n?” he murmured.

“yeah?” you responded softly.

“i’m drunk—”

“—i know rem” you chuckled.

“i’m drunk, and i hate everyone and everything.” he breathed out. remus pulled away from you, brushed the front pieces of hair away from your face, and said sweetly, “everything but you”.

you smile at him and that must’ve done something because within three seconds, he grabbed the sides of your face and his lips collided with yours, your top lip stuck between his. his lips tasted like the perfect mix honey chapstick with tequila. once again, the world felt empty, just you and remus.

you felt remus’ tongue drag along your bottom lip and you attempted to pulled away only for him to chase your lips. “remus, you’re too drunk for this”, you mumble against his lips.

“but i’m sober enough to know that i want you” his lips grazed yours as he spoke. remus had never been this confident, and that’s how you knew he exactly how drunk he really was.

“remus, come on. you’re not thinking straight, you’re probably going to completely forget about this in the morning” you half-jokingly scowled him, and a part of you didn’t want to stop. but it would have been wrong to continue given how drunk he was.

“how ‘bout i bring you up to your dorm, eh?” you suggested.

he hesitantly nodded his head, and grabbed your hand. as you two squirmed your way through the crowd, you managed to catch a glimpse of peter who had a confused look on his face. the boy nudged james, and gestured towards you and remus. james then nudged sirius, and motioned to the two of you as you disappeared from the party.

he staggered up the stairs, nearly tripping a few times causing you to laugh quietly.

“quit giggling” he playful frowned as he caught his balanced and pulled you towards his room. as you two walked in, remus pointed to a corner i’m the room, which was presumably his side of the dorm.

his side was cleaner than james’ and peter’s, who’s sides were messes, paper scattered around and dirty clothes pile near their beds. sirius’ side was the tidiest of the four, with organized records and a neat side table. remus’ side had a few things strewn around but it was overall fairly tidy. his bed was slightly made, he probably rushed to make in the morning.

remus crawled under his covers comfortable— not even bothering to change into pajamas— and you sat next on his bed, next to him, he was already falling asleep. “i need to go remy, you gonna be okay?” you said softly as you stroked his hair.

he looked up at you half-lidded and remus sleepily shook his head, “can you stay? just for tonight?” he pleaded as he lifted the blanket, gesturing for you to get in.

you’d leave in the morning before he wakes up and he’d forget all about it, you reminded yourself.

you shifted uncomfortably in his twin bed. remus adjusted himself, turning his body to face yours so that there was more space. his pinky grazed yours and you interlocked yours with his.

“goodnight y/n” he whispered, his warm breath hit your face before he leaned forward and placed a soft kiss against your lips.

•••

rays of sunshine shone through the windows, and birds sung. you squinted due to the bright sun greeting you, once able to open your eyes, you looked to your side and saw remus; asleep and snoring quietly.

you quietly wiggle out of the blanket, you caught a glimpse of his roommates; sirius was turned on his side with his back to you presumably sleeping, but james and peter were no where to be seen. you tiptoed to the door before—

“where’re you going?” you heard a voice, only it didn’t belong to remus. the question almost sounding like a teasing... sirius.

you slowly turned on your heels and faced something you’d though that you would never see— sirius with messy hair, he laid on his bed, elbows propping himself up.

“hey pads” you smiled and waved awkwardly.

“hiya” he wiggled his fingers as he waved “let’s just get to point, did you and moony shag?” he asked bluntly.

“what—!” you covered your mouth, forgetting to keep quiet and you walked towards him “what? no, he got stupidly drunk last night and nothing happened” you whisper screamed.

“my head hurts hell” a sleepy voice came from the side of the room you just snuck away from. both you and sirius turned your heads and saw remus, who was clutching his head.

remus saw you on sirius’ side of the room and his eyebrows furrowed, “what’re you doing here y/n? did you and sirius... sleep toge—”

“no!” you both shouted.

“please stop yelling” remus said, rubbing his temples.

you could sense the slight tension between the two boys. you remembered that they had a fight and they hadn’t made up yet.

sirius looked at you, then remus, then back to you. “i’m going to go; leave you two alone.” he stated, walking out the room, a bit dramatically.

silence filled the room. you shifted on the balls of your feet while remus was now sitting crisscross against his headboard as he played with his fingers.

“sit?” remus asked and gestured towards his bed. you tread over to his bed and sit right across from him.

“so what happened last night? because honestly, i don’t remember anything, ‘cause if didn’t sleep with sirius, why were you here at—“ he looked at the clock “eight am on a sunday?” he looked at you with sunken and luminous eyes.

“well, i actually slept here.” you said as you played with blanket on his bed.

“uh, like, here here? as in, in my—my bed? with— um— with me?” he began to stammer over his words.

he was so endearing when he was flustered. he fidgets with his fingers or basically anything he could find.

“yes, rem, you asked me to stay last night. and other things happened, i told you that you’d forget about them, and well you did so—“

“i kissed you.” he said, almost surprised at his own words.

“yeah. you did.” you responded. “you— um, remember last night?” you asked.

“parts of it; i remember drinking my body weight times two, i remember dancing to ABBA, and kissing you—“ he paused “and then holding your pinky?” he said with confusion.

you gave a half-suppressed laugh “that’s about everything, the gist of it at least .”

“‘m sorry about last night, i know i was drunk—” his nose scrunched up every few seconds; it was a tic he developed over the years, you noticed it happening whenever he felt sheepish.

“—but, um, but i was being truthful, sort of. with my actions at least. what i’m trying to— what i’m trying to say is that drunk remus does what sober remus doesn’t have the confidence to do” he said softly. remus looked up at you, his irises resembling pools of caramel. “basically what i’m saying is that i like you. and it’s completely okay if you don’t like me back, i understand. i just can’t keep this bottled up or else i’d exp—”

you interrupted him with a kiss, he caught on quickly and kissed you back and cradled your face with his left hand. yours eyes were fully closed with delight as you ran your fingers through the bottom of his hair. your nose bumped against his as the two do you moved your heads, trying to find synchronization and once you did: pure bliss.

drunk remus and sober remus are very different, but you preferred when he was himself and his kisses didn’t taste like tequila.

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[innocentsshounenjuujigun]

Which kids like getting to have piggyback rides?

Top four, in no particular order! o3o

. . . 

Remy — After everything that’s happened with his disease, Remy is still very, very weak. It’s helpful to carry him... and anyway, it feels nice to be held. You’re a kind person for taking pity on him. 

Henri — He’ll pitch quite the fit about being too much of a man to be carried, but he still likes it. Henri is little enough to carry easily, and being on your back reminds him of when his parents were still around to do the same.. 

Lillian — He’s never going to admit it, but he likes being held and carried. Kind of. No one’s ever done it before, at least not since before he can clearly remember, and that makes it strange and weirdly special. 

Luc — If you’re tall enough to do it, he’s having a wild time. Being carried like that makes Luc feel like more of a kid than he has in a long, long time, and there’s something weirdly comforting about it.

[just-call-me-the-intrusive-thot]

Au in the Percy Jackson world (logicality 👀)

@patton-cake I’ve also never read any of the books, but I’m a lot more familiar with the basics of series, and I’m working on an AU that deals with Gods and such anyway!  I’ve got a little bit of ad-libbing to do so lemme know how this sounds!

- Patton is a the son of a mortal mother while his father is Dagda, the Celtic god of strength, fertility, agriculture, wisdom and time/fate; Dagda seemed the most fitting choice considering he’s considered the a cheerful fatherly god among the Tuatha Dé Danann. Logan is the son of a mortal father and his mother is Scáthach. the Celtic goddess of the dead, those slain in battle and the passage of the dead to Tir Nan Og; honestly, Scáthach is just a badass with an awesome weapon, Gáe Bulg, and we love that for Logan. Seriously, look up the Gáe Bulg, its not called the “spear of mortal death/suffering“ for nothing. - They both attend Camp Dé Danann (coming from the Tuatha Dé Danann, since I couldn’t find anything about a canonical celtic demigod camp on the wiki) and probably meet when Logan first arrives at Camp. The camp is probably somewhere in the highlands for the sake of seclusion and the vast areas to train in. Patton was probably there from a young age, so he’s the one tasked with showing Logan around at first. Likely, Logan wasn’t that impressed with Patton since he’s overly cheeful and not too keen on fighting, but during their sparring matches, Logan was absolutely blown away by how powerful Patton actually is. Which makes sense considering his dad is pretty dang powerful. But power alone doesn’t win battles, so while their first spar ends pretty closely, Logan takes the victory and Patton is surprisingly excited for him considering his opponients usually hate how smug he often comes across in most one on one matches. It’s not until later Logan finds out that Patton - while he’s great with his actual powers - is impossible to train for combat. He just can’t seem to pick it up. Sure, he’s won sparring matches using some pretty witty moves and tricks, but he always seems hesitant to hurt anyone. So Logan makes the spontaneous decision to try and train Patton who he feels almost weirdly protective over once he realises how careless the bubbly demigod actually is the longer they hang out.  At first he has no luck, but upon realising Patton is all about protecting others than holding his own, Logan tries a new approach; teaching self defense and putting Patton in a position where he would need to protect another.  And it works. Patton starts to get better with Logan’s help and finally manages to win a lot more matches than he loses. And of course, spending so much time together, they end up getting closer and closer. It probably comes to a head during a friendly one on one match; Patton and Logan up close and wanting to subtly show off to each other. Perhaps one gets pinned, there’s a moment of silence, then both lean in for a kiss. Also I know you wanted just Logicality, but I love mythos stuff, so for approval, some more basic ideas for the other sides (and Remy and Emile) as demigods: Camp Jupiter: - Roman is the son of Apollo along with Remus, but he’s blessed by Venus and chooses to attend Camp Jupiter over Camp Half-blood so he doesn’t have to deal with Remus..... he does kinda miss him tho. You can pry Healthy-If-A-Little-Competitive Sibling Creativitwins from my cold dead hands. - Virgil’s parent was hard to nail down, but Jupiter sounded most interesting (also can you just imagine Roman trying to show off around camp and Virgil just being like “oh just wait til I tell dad about this guy..”) - Janus.... okay listen, we can sit here all day and debate, but lbr, his dad is Janus sr. I like to think his mortal mother had like, a bunch of names picked out but Janus sr just went “nah, lets call him Janus jr.“, which is probably why Janus doesn’t like giving his name out. Camp Half-Blood: - Remus is the son of Apollo, as stated, but he’s blessed by Posiedon, because you tell me that man would not appreciate Remus’ love of the ocean and eccentricities. Most of the time he’s just vibing and having fun, though he does miss his brother. - Emile would be the son of Psyche, I think. It’d be an interesting idea to explore and I love the idea of Emile having motifs to do with the soul and the mind. - Remy’s mother is Nyx, you cannot convince me otherwise. Remy gets to be a scary bitch because I LOVE him and also because let’s be real, him having dream powers is a given and being the personification of the night? Hell yes. (But yeah thats what I have, I hope this at least made for good reading from someone still an outsider to the source materials but very much interested in reading them if I get the chance sometime!)

[xelles-archive]

you can gush to me any time bruv!! anyways 🎫 here’s a gush pass bc i am Incredibly Intrigued by this new f/o of yours and would love to hear more!!!👀👀👀👀

ksndufhfjdjfnv y'all are too nice to me omg I LOVE Y'ALL /p

@fo-babes @lilacslovers i hope it's ok to tag u guys. 🥺 i don't want y'all to think i ignored ur offer!! i appreciate it tons! :']

also @lovinggreeniehours @jils-stuff @yawnbarn (i hope i didn't bother y'all) bc i want y'all to look at my girl 👉👈

OKAY. OKAY. she's actually VERY, VERY new. like i just made her yesterday while i was taking a shower. and i'm already making up so much scenarios w/ her in my head??? like DEADASS, i already have an idea of how i and she got together. she was always persistent in trying to talk to me even though i push her away every time she even dares to utter a word to me. she has so much dedication and i can't ask for anyone better. I LOVE HER SO MUCH, i'm actually so happy she decided to stick w/ me despite everyone telling her to stay away from me. like, GIRL, you love me that much??? I LOVE YOU TOO. 😩😩😩

she is so DAMN CUTE. i haven't drawn her yet but SHE'S JUST SO CUTE ALRIGHT. her ash blonde (is it ash blonde? idk ejdjbfbfb) hair fits her so well, her little red ribbon is so cute too, and whenever she looks at me w/ those yellow bright eyes, i just melt. she's already cute in terms of appearance but she decided to go overboard with her personality like AAAAA. she is my ray of sunshine and i won't allow anyone to hurt my sugar baby gaaaaahhhh!!!!! if i ever see a single scratch on her, I WILL RIOT.

she is so clumsy and sweet, so kind and thoughtful. she always looked out for me before we even started dating, she used to bring me lunch whenever i don't have the money to buy one or i just straight up forgot. HER COOKING IS THE BEST. after trying out her food for the first time, i asked her if she made any more. when that happened, her eyes lit up and she started to excitedly (AND LOUDLY) ask if i liked it. AND THERE WERE PEOPLE AROUND THE HALLWAY SO YOU'D KNOW HOW FLUSTERED I WAS AT THAT MOMENT- i was trying so hard to shush her but we still caught everyone's attention. you bet your ass that they were weirdly looking at us and internally going like "what the hell is that girl doing with the most intimidating guy in school".

her name is so beautiful. like, just, beautiful. it goes off the tongue so well. remi denetsosie. darling, let me take your surname and replace it w/ mine instead SKSBJDHXBB.

GOD, if y'all ever decide to send me a letter in remi's pov, I'M LEGITIMATELY GOING TO CRY. her voice is the sweetest thing i've ever heard and if i were to project it into a piece of content that i wasn't expecting at all? FNFKFOGKKG I'LL SEE YOU AT MY GRAVE BYE. /s

our height difference actually makes everything better (i'm 6 inches taller than her) because she has to look up at me so innocently and I EASILY LOSE IT. i cover a portion of my face with a hand, look away, and mumble something like "why are you so damn cute" or maybe even "stop looking at me like that". YOU KNOW, THE TYPICAL TSUNDERE STUFF. but then remi smiles even wider and I BLUSH EVEN MORE FURIOUSLY. she unintentionally makes me flustered and i wanna squish her cheeks and place a hard kiss on her lips!!!!!

at times when i'm more comfortable in showing my affection, it's actually vice versa. now it's my turn to make her blush. in ways which i cannot explain because my blog would not be child friendly anymore-

I'M KIDDING, I'M KIDDING. well, partially. ANYWAY it's usually me pestering her w/ kisses and complimenting her in a low voice (she likes it somehow, don't ask). hearing her giggles and feeling her wiggle under me is one of the best things i could experience. it always reminds me that i'm the dom in this relationship WAHAJAJJFNFJ-

she brings me so much happiness, you have no idea. w/ her, i am able to express myself freely and to breathe properly. at my home [tw: abuse mention], i can't even sleep peacefully because my abusive brother would always take out his anger on me. it's one of the reasons why i made that tough persona at school. when i told remi about that, she immediately went to hug me and started apologizing as if it was her fault. i simply patted her head and told her it's okay, and that everything is fine now that we're together. i can't bear the thought of something similar happening to remi, and i need to protect her w/ my whole life if so.

i just- i love her so much. my heart is so full of love for her right now and i don't think i can keep it in any longer. brb gonna give remi thousands of kisses.

[onthevirgeofdestruction]

Painful Death for the Lactose Intolerant - BCE (Before Cult Events) -

Words: 1,964 Warnings: Food, Alcohol, Heights, Dirty Humor, Cursing Characters: Remy, Virgil, Remus Universe: Painful Death for the Lactose Intolerant Genre: Idiocy 

Sanders Sides Teenager AU - Friendship - Humor - Angst

Virgil and Remus and Remy have been drunk idiots who are barely coping for a long time. Do you want more Teenage Debauchery? Because you’re getting teenage debauchery and a little angst, as a treat.

Please read Painful Death for the Lactose Intolerant First if you haven't already- there are minor spoilers for it!

Chapter 5: A Cozy Night in

   “Babes, my dad just left, get the fuckin’ tequila,” Remy said into his phone as he quickly headed out the door and started jogging to Virgil’s house.

   “Yes, I was hoping he would!” Virgil hissed. “Do you like pina coladas?” Virgil sang.

   “And getting caught in the rain!” Remy could hear on the other end of the line, muffled.

   “That’s rum, babe, I don’t think you even have half a brain,” Remy chuckled.

   “Wastin’ away again in margaritaville!” Virgil amended his song choice.

   “Searchin’ for my lost shaker of salt!” Remus barked more than sang in the background.

   “Closer, but that song is garbage. I’ll be right over, mix me something strong, I have had a week!” Remy said emphatically.

   “Mood,” Virgil said plainly and Remy hung up, picking up the pace to get to Virgil’s.

—

   “Remy!” Virgil and Remus cheered as Remy burst into the house.

   “Booze me!” Remy slid into the kitchen and right into one of Remus’s signature bear hugs. Virgil was holding a cup out for Remy when he was released, feeling a little light-headed from Remus’s mauling. Remy slammed the drink with a satisfied smile despite the foul taste.

   “I’ma order pizza, we ran out a few days ago. What do you want, Rem?” Remus asked, pulling out his phone.

   “Breadsticks, cinnamon sticks, pizza sticks, garlic sticks. Every stick,” Remy supplied with a nod.

   “I’ll get every stick ever, but what pizza do you want?” Remus laughed.

   “Extra cheese, chicken, bacon, peppers, olives” Remy said after a moment of consideration.

   “Hawaiian with bacon and sausage,” Virgil requested. “And lava cakes,” Virgil added, tilting his head.

   “Are you seriously going to spend like seventy bucks on pizza?” Remy rolled his eyes.

   “Not including tip! I know the family pizza login, it’s on my parents. I’m not even dipping into my allowance,” Remus smirked.

   “Aren’t you worried you’ll get in trouble?” Remy asked incredulously.

   “Who cares?” Remus rolled his eyes. “They’re shit at passwords, I’ll figure out the new one when they change it if they even notice,” Remus shrugged. “You can have leftovers to take home. We have once of those cool yeti lunch boxes and some ice packs, it’ll last 3 days under your bed and you can collapse it and sneak it back to school easily on Monday,” Remus explained his food plan for Remy.

   “Thanks, babe,” Remy took a sip of his drink, trying to hide how touched he felt. But Remus smirked knowingly.

   “Love you, too,” Remus blew Remy a kiss. Remy huffed and sat down on at the kitchen table.

   “Ring of Fire?” Virgil offered, pulling a ridiculous plastic chalice out of a cabinet.

   “Fuck yeah,” Remy said, holding up his drink.

   “Oh, they have 7-up, we can make poor man’s marg’s,” Remus said, clicking around in the app.

   “I forgot 7-up was a thing. I can’t remember when I last saw it,” Remy mused, pulling the deck of cards into a large circle in the middle of the table.

   “Get some orange soda and coke, too, we can save money on grocery day,” Virgil said, placing the cup reverently in the middle of the ring of cards on the table.

   “They have Dr. Pepper, not Coke,” Remus supplied. “Must be some brand deal,” Remus pursed his lips.

   “Heathens,” Virgil hissed.

   “Hey, I like Dr. Pepper,” Remy shot, scowling at Virgil.

   “It’s the south, if you don’t have coke you die,” Virgil crossed his arms. “It’s rum and coke or jack and coke, not Dr. Pepper and anything,” Virgil said, huffing.

   “Dr. Pepper’s pretty good with rum,” Remus shrugged. “It’s not like we have a choice,”

   “True. Double the dessert sticks if we’re getting DP,” Virgil sat at the table with his drink. Remus wiggled his eyebrows at Virgil, and they broke out laughing.

   “So what you’re saying is you need double the sticks for DP?” Remus grinned widely, lifting his eyebrow a few times.

   “That is exactly what I am implying, my good fellow,” Virgil wiggled his eyebrows right back at him.

   “You guys are fucking dorks,” Remy rolled his eyes humorously. “Come on, order your pizza porn so we can play,” Virgil and Remus laughed at that, but Remus diligently clicked through the menus and made the order. He sat dramatically at the table and raised his cup. The other two joined him.

   “Dear drinking gods, get us real nice and fucked up,” Remus said solemnly.

   “Pretty please,” Remy and Virgil chimed in right after him and they all bumped cups. Remy pulled out a jack from the pile.

   “Drink every time somebody cusses,” Remy suggested right away.

   “Oh, good one,” Remus smirked. He drew a 7 and shouted “Heaven!” Right away, and everyone pointed straight up. Remy was last and happily took a drink. Virgil drew a king and poured some of his drink into the chalice in the center. Remy drew a card.

   “Two. Remus,” Remy supplied and Remus took a drink. Remus drew.

   “Eight. Remy’s my mate,” Remus smiled.

   “Aw, babe,” Remy cooed, fluttering his eyelashes at Remus.

   “Only the best getting faced for you, sugar,” Remus blew Remy a kiss, and Virgil reached out to intercept it and ‘spiked it’ into the king’s cup with a satisfied smirk.

   “Oh my god, somebody’s gotta drink Remus’s kiss, the stakes have never been higher!” Remy laughed while Virgil drew a card. He held up the 9 and faced them.

   “Pizza,” Virgil smirked.

   “Treatza. You know, from lunchables?” Remy provided.

   “Nice,” Virgil nodded, impressed.

   “Podgorica,” Remus smiled smugly.

   “What?” Remy and Virgil looked to Remus in confusion.

   “It’s the capital of Montenegro,” Remus smirked. “I knew you’d pull this shit after we banned orange,”

   “Shit,” Virgil drank.

   “Cussing!” Remy shouted and everybody took a drink, Virgil taking a second one.

—

   “I went inside to pee for like three minutes, you fuckheads, how are you already on the roof?” Remy laughed, looking up to Virgil and Remus playing pattycake on the roof.

   “We’re spry,” Virgil offered and Remus stopped, shifting to a stable angle in the roof and holding down his arms. Remy held up his arms and Remus pulled him up, swatting his butt as he clambered up on to the roof.

   “Remy,” Virgil cheerily drawled and held open his arms, pulling Remy in for a long hug. “I missed you,” He slurred.

   “It was harrowing, I’m sure, being away from my shimmering presence,” Remy rolled his eyes. “Let’s put on a jam,” Remy said, pulling out his phone from under Virgil’s arms wrapped around him. Remy put on some music he liked and slid it back in the front pocket of his jeans, speaker end up. “It’s kinda hot out for clingin’ on to me like this, babe,” Remy said.

   “Way ahead of you!” Remus peeled off his shirt and threw it down to the patio.

   “You freakin’ nudist,” Virgil rolled his eyes and let Remy go. Then Remy yanked off his shirt and threw it over Virgil’s head to Remus, who smacked it down to the patio before it hit the roof. Remy and Remus stared at Virgil expectantly. Virgil dramatically rolled his eyes and dropped his shoulders, giving in and throwing his shirt at Remus who spiked it down on top of his.

   Remy stood up carefully and climbed up to the peak of the roof, standing on either side of the pitch and dancing to the music from his pocket.

   “Did you pick dark psytrance just for me, you flirt?” Virgil laughed, crawling up to sit on the pitch and danced along with him while staying seated.

   “I picked it for me, but you can listen,” Remy winked and gyrated to the beat. Virgil blushed wildly and Remus laughed, joining them at the top of the roof and dancing with his friends.

—

   “Virgil, every time you pick the movie you pick absolute garbage,” Remy groaned, leaning back on the couch while Virgil typed in his choice.

   ��I’m down for anything titled ‘Legend of the Ooze’,” Remus laughed.

   “Oh, god, those creepy turtle suits from the 90s?” Remy drawled as Virgil leaned back into him to cuddle.

   “I watched the other one where they go back in time to feudal Japan and honestly after a bit you don’t notice the creepy suits, I swear. Otherwise I wouldn’t watch it, either,” Virgil defended his choice.

   “What in the world are mutant turtles doing in feudal Japan?” Remy rolled his eyes, wrapping his arms around Virgil. Remus came back with a bowl of popcorn and scooted the table closer to put it down.

   “Move, fuckers,” Remus said and Remy shifted so that Remus could sit down, pulling the both of them into his arms.

   “Um, I don’t remember. I had pretty bad insomnia when I rented it. They flew kites. And the samurai that came to 90s New York played hockey with Casey Jones,” Virgil offered with a little shrug.

   “That sounds pretty killer, honestly,” Remus chuckled. “I wanna play hockey with Casey Jones and 17th-century swordsman,” Remus raised his eyebrows and nodded like it impressed him.

   “Okay, yeah, I’d watch that,” Remy conceded.

   “Move a ‘lil, lemme shift my leg,” Remus grunted.

   “Just lay back and we’ll both lay on you, we’ll fit,” Remy laughed.

   “Double drunk hugs? Deal,” Remus smiled, leaning back against the couch arm. Remy laid against the back of the couch and Virgil tucked himself under Remy’s arm, holding the popcorn bowl so everyone can reach it. They watched in silence for a little while, other than occasional drunken giggles at the TV and the sounds of munching popcorn.

   “Okay, I just realized the suits don’t creep me out anymore. You’re right,” Remy admitted.

   “Told you. Is it just me or is Casey Jones kind of weirdly cute when he’s decked out for sports murder?” Virgil laughed as he asked.

   “I think you’re just kinky, V,” Remy laughed and grabbed a handful of popcorn.

   “I don’t wanna fuck him, I just wanna watch him do sports murder,” Virgil rolled his eyes.

   “I think I’d be willing to watch anybody sports murder ninjas, it's badass,” Remus added, sounding very interested.

   “So Remus is the kinky one,” Remy chuckled.

   “I don’t think anybody ever questioned that,” Virgil munched on a handful of popcorn.

   “If I’m being roasted, I’m throwing both of you in the neighbor’s pool,” Remus sang cheerily.

   “We’re not roasting you, Ream, we’re just agreeing that your cyptid kink is probably kinkier than Casey Jones,” Virgil said. 

   “Oh, yeah, that’s fair,” Remus laughed. “The character exemplifies the sports murder kink, but nothing is kinkier than slenderman porn,”

—

   “Hey, V, wake up,” Remy shook Virgil gently. “You picked the movie, and you slept through the ending!”

   “I was warm,” Virgil grumbled, shifting off of Remus and sitting on the floor with a wide yawn. “Time to go?” Virgil asked sadly.

   “Yeah, time to go. If dad goes out this weekend I’ll come over, hon,” Remy said consolingly, though Remy was probably more bitter about leaving than anyone else.

   “Okay,” Virgil grumbled, getting up and hugging Remy tightly after he crawled off the couch.

   “Babe, we’ve been cuddling for like two hours,” Remy rolled his eyes as he reached up to hug Virgil back.

   “I wasn’t awake for all of it. Lemme say goodbye, you ass,” Virgil grumbled into his chest. Remy chuckled and pat the top of Virgil’s head before Remus enveloped the both of them in his arms.

   “We’ll miss you bud. Text us anything you want from the store,” Remus said softly. “Let’s get your pizza lunch box packed before you go,” He smiled and motioned with his head towards the kitchen.

   “Oh, shit, yes, pizza for breakfast,” Remy hissed as Remus let go and all three headed to the kitchen. 

tags: @elizabutgayer​

[bangtan-gal]

Wet Cement

Wet Cement

Yang Jeongin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, swearing, pretty basic, his is like, the most normal one, crack

Word Count:6.2k

Abilities: Empath, Charmer

Art wasn’t your thing, but you found yourself in the class when your best friend, Remi, dragged you into the slightly broken down studio. The first several classes sucked; the teacher droning on and on about different techniques, old couples slowing down the class as they had the instructor repeat the easy instructions, and all in all, you were forced to act like you liked something that you despised. Remi ignored your complaints and whines, telling you that it was a “learning experience.”

Yeah right.

When you stepped into class today, Remi was nowhere to be seen. Figuring she was late, you sat down at your usual table and drummed your fingers noisily on the desk as you waited. The class started and she was still nowhere to be seen. You frowned, half-heartedly accepting the piece of paper the instructor handed you. If she ditched you, there would definitely be a bloody mess somewhere.

Five minutes into the class, the door obnoxiously dinged. You ignored it as you stared at the paper and only looked up when the chair beside you became occupied. Instead of long, light brown hair, chubby cheeks, and shiny blue eyes, you were greeted by short and red-dyed hair, sharp cheekbones, and deeply colored eyes. Your gazes met for a moment and then you quickly looked away, cursing your stupid friend. Now you’d have to take this miserable class with some stranger beside you.

As you sat there, thinking of a million different ways you could murder Remi, the instructor talked to the newcomer.

“Yang Jeongin.”

His voice was sweet and out of the corner of your eye, you saw him flash a quick smile. Heat spread over your cheeks and you tried your best to focus on the paper before you. As class went by, your elbows kept bumping, knees kept knocking, and fingers would brush each time the two of you reached for the same tool. Neither one of you said a thing as you scratched and scribbled aimlessly on your papers.

“Well, good job everyone, I’ll see you on Thursday!” The lady chirped, clasping her hands together and sporting a smile that was way too big. You sighed and grabbed your purse, ready to dart for the door.

A tap on your arm stopped you.

“Is this class… like actually worth it?” Jeongin whispered, side-eyeing the teacher who was barely five feet away. You glanced at her and then back to him, shrugging. You were the last person to ask—you still hated art. You hated looking at it, attempting it, or just in general, thinking about it.

You loudly sighed, trying to embrace your inner Positive Polly.

“Y-yes?”

Well, that worked.

The red-haired boy raised an eyebrow at you. You pursed your lips together in an awkward smile and then started backing away. You maintained eye contact until you ran into a table, tripped, and then tried (and failed) to regain your footing. Your eyes pinched shut as you sat on your ass, on the cold, nasty art floor that was covered in dried paints, eraser shavings, and other shit.

It didn’t help that when you opened your eyes and saw that everyone who was left was staring at you. Jeongin’s face was squished up as he tried to keep his mouth closed and the laughter inside. When your gaze’s met, he looked away and a small bubble of laughter escaped which then turned into a whole fit.

You stood up with a groan, quickly whirling around and racing for the door. Jeongin shouted hey and as you stumbled out onto the busy plaza, the boy caught up and crashed into you. He caught you before you could fall on your face and you stood there, hands over your face and grumbles coming out around them. How was your life so unfortunate that you just had to keep embarrassing yourself in front of this cute boy?

“Cute?” You mumbled, pulling your hands away from your face. Where the fuck did that come from? He was annoying. He was the one who caused you to fall the first time and almost fall the second. But he also saved you from falling the second time. “Whatever.”

“Are you okay?” The boy asked wearily, leaning around you to try and look at you. You stared at him from the corner of your eye before you coughed and nodded.

“Just allergies.”

What?

He bit his lip and a soft gasp of laughter escaped him.

“So… what you said earlier sounded more like a question. Is the class really worth it?” He asked, waving a hand in front of your face. You blinked and then turned to meet his gaze. You exhaled again.

“I hate art.” Well, that wasn’t what you meant to say.

He opened his mouth, closed it, pointed to the building you just left and then to you, and then opened his mouth again.

“Okay, bye! Good to meet you!” You shrieked and then hurried off.

➻➻➻➻➻

When you woke up Thursday morning, you really questioned if getting out of bed was worth it. Remi had gone on vacation to 127 District and wouldn’t be back for a couple weeks. You hated the class, you hated the teacher, the other students, the creaky stools, the weirdly slanted sunroof, the outdoors, people in general, socializing, sunshine, hot weather, cold weather—

You were getting carried away.

(But the only thing you really liked was your bed because nothing could go wrong there.)

As you slugged out of bed and got dressed, figuring you may as well since Remi paid for the class, you prayed that Jeongin wouldn’t be there. That your weird answers would scare him away and you could just have your own table until Remi returned. You stepped out of your apartment, groaning at the heat that hit you.

The walk to the studio was miserable. It was hot and sticky and people kept bumping into you. For once, you were actually happy when you stepped into the studio, the AC running over your body. You moved down the aisle, going for your table and then stopped. A boy with red hair sat on one of the stools, head resting in his arms. You grumbled as you threw your purse to the floor beside the available seat and then sat down. When you looked at the boy, your eyes widened. He was deadass sleeping.

You looked around, almost as if to say: “does anyone else see this shit?” but no one else seemed to care. In silence, you set up your portion of the desk, your OCD kicking in as you straightened out the paper and pencils. You bit your lip, struggling with one pencil that seemed to decide that rolling around was a good-fucking-idea.

“That’s cute.”

You jumped, your knee smacking into the bottom of the desk and sending supplies flying. Eyes darted towards you as pencils and paintbrushes noisily rolled over the floor. You grumbled an apology as you slid off the chair to pick them up. Aggression roiled through you as you slammed them back down on the table and sat down with a huff. You turned to the red-haired boy with a scowl, which only deepened when he was making the same squishy face as yesterday.

“Don’t laugh at me, this is your fault!” You hissed, pointing a finger at him.

He giggled.

“How? It wasn’t my knee that bumped the table,” he pointed out. You rolled your eyes.

“Yeah but—”

You weren’t given time to rebuttal as the instructor started up class. You shot one last glare at the boy before you pretended to pay attention. When the teacher stopped talking and people picked up their pencils, you followed suit, and started doodling whatever came to mind. You’d done this the past several classes, and so far, you hadn’t been caught. Or at least, the teacher didn’t really care.

“That doesn’t look like nature,” Jeongin whispered as he leaned over to stare at your paper. You elbowed him.

“Nature can be whatever the fuck it wants to be,” you retorted.

“So you mean I could draw a dick on my paper and get away with it?”

You started choking on nothing, a mix of laughter and coughs escaping you. You hit your chest a couple times, sending an unimpressed look the boy’s way. He didn’t seem to care though as he leaned back in his chair, looking way too proud. You frowned and went back to drawing circles and sticks and other random things. You managed to ignore the boy for several minutes.

You lost your shit when you looked over at his paper by accident. There wasn’t just one dick on his paper, but a ton. Your mouth dropped open and you covered it as you tried to keep in your laughter. He finally noticed your stare and the two of you stared at one another, both of you trying to keep in your laughter. Suddenly, you didn’t have such an indifference towards the boy. You’d never met somebody with such lack of filter, such an uncaring attitude.

“I can’t believe this,” you mumbled and then giggled. He smirked and then chuckled as well.

You ended up surviving the rest of the class, a small smile on your face and it would widen every time you looked over at the hundreds of dicks on Jeongin’s paper. It got even better when you had to turn in your work. Jeongin proudly signed the page and then handed it into the instructor. You both watched as her eyes bugged out and then she accepted it with an unsure smile.

“So, no allergies today?” He asked, bumping his shoulder into yours as the two of you wandered along the sidewalk. You frowned.

“No.”

Jeongin snorted and then his attention was diverted to his cellphone. You shamelessly peeked over his shoulder, trying to read the text. The redhead glanced at you before he flicked your forehead. You backed up, pressing your hand to your face and sending an annoyed look his way. He typed in an answer to the next, a soft sigh escaping him, before he turned to you with a somewhat melancholy smile.

“Do… do you wanna go grab some lunch, maybe?” He asked, shoes scuffing at the cement. You raised an eyebrow.

“Is this how the boy, who drew male genitalia all over his paper and shamelessly turned it into the teacher, asks out a girl?” You scoff.

“Hey!” He huffed, “who said I was asking you out? You’re nosy and ugly!”

You wiggled your eyes and pinched his elbow before you skipped off. The boy followed you and the two of you argued over a place to eat. You blamed it on the fact that there were too many places to eat in the Upper City. He blamed you, saying that you were too stubborn for your own good.

“Whyyyyy, it’s good food though,” he whined as you dragged him away from the italian place.

“I want burgers dumbass,” you snipped.

He wrinkled his nose. “My fucking god—burgers? Why not chicken? Fish? Pork? You want a cow of all things. Fake beef is disgusting anyways. At least fake chicken is close to the real thing!”

You opened your mouth and then closed it. You tilted your head curiously at the boy, not caring that the two of you had stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. People grumbled curses at you as they shoved past you. He stared back at you and then scratched the back of his neck. You’d never had the luxury of real meat or fresh produce. Who was this mysterious boy, who didn’t give two fucks about others opinions, laughed at strangers, and yet, lived the life of perfection?

“Yeah,” you said sarcastically, “fake beef is totally disgusting.”

He went silent and his gaze lowered to his shoes. You pursed your lips and the two of you stood there, letting the stream of people pass by.

“Sorry, we can go get burgers. I’ll pay.”

The boy turned and then reached for your hand, pulling you along with him. Butterflies erupted in your stomach as his fingers wrapped delicately around your hand. The two of you finally made it to the joint. It was mostly empty and the two of you sat down at the far corner, a perfect view of the busy street. The two of you were silent through most of the meal, not speaking until you had finished your burger and the redhead carefully poked at his.

“Are you from the Upper City?” You queried. You played mindlessly with the napkin in front of you, tearing it up and creating a little mountain on your plate.

He paused, eyes glancing down as he let his thoughts run.

“Well… I grew up in the Upper City, but I live in the Deepy City now,” he explained and when he looked up and saw your face, he rolled his eyes. “No. We don’t party there all the time. It’s actually a pretty chill place. Maybe you should come visit sometime uppity girl.”

You snorted and blew your pile of napkin at him. He swatted them away, running a hand through his hair, and then flung his straw at you. You giggled, catching the straw before it could get you.

“Isn’t the Deep City… like gang infested?” You stage-whispered, leaning across the table. The redhead sighed again, sounding thoroughly unimpressed.

“What is up with people and assumptions these days?” Then he trailed off, eyes glazing over. He shrugged. “I guess you’re not wrong. There’s a constant stream of crime, fights, and… depending on the day, it’s not the safest place at night.

“But, I mean, if you’re on the main street, it’s actually really safe. Most of the fights are on the outer edge and that’s just because territory is easier to control. It’s absolutely gorgeous at night. Fairy lights, every Friday there’s a live band, and the water features look really cool at night. Plus, the street food is fucking amazing.”

You nodded as you listened. The image floated in your mind and it sounded wonderful. When you were little, a carnival came to the Upper City from JYP and it was magical. It hasn’t come back since and you’ve always wanted to relive that moment. The Upper City was the “rich people” city of District 9, but it wasn’t pretty. Some houses and apartments were gorgeous, but at the end of the day, it was plain.

“You know… today is Thursday,” Jeongin hummed.

“Oh my fucking god, no way,” you gasped, “I better go put that on my calendar.”

He wasn’t a fan of your sarcasm.

“And that means tomorrow is Friday: possibly, just possibly, you could come down to the Deep City and experience the experience?”

The offer warmed your heart, but you would never let the boy in front of you know what a sap you actually are. So you rolled your eyes as you picked at your nails, pretending to weigh the pros and cons. The honest truth was that the only thing that filled your mind was pros and in some way you were scared of them.

Specifically the part where you brain decided that a pretty big pro would be spending time with Jeongin.

➻➻➻➻➻

You felt stupid. You’d spent hours trying to put out some cute, chic outfit in order to somehow flatter the boy. And then, when the two of you met up at the Main Plaza in Upper City, he stood in jeans, a t-shirt, and an old ratty flannel. It was awful sitting there in your fancy “beach” (maybe beaches existed before the Collapse, but now they were a figment of imagination) pants, a fancy, short-cut shirt, along with your nice pair of sneakers and some carefully picked out jewelry.

If Jeongin noticed your attempts, he didn’t comment on them. Nor did he make fun of how overdressed you were. It felt even worse as the two of you sat on the bus together and you swore to god that every-fucking-one was staring at you. Was it such an odd sight, the two of you? A pretty boy, who didn’t even have to try to look like he just stepped out of a magazine and some simple, psychopath that was you.

“Does that old lady really have to stare into my soul?” You whined to him. He glanced her way and then waved, a big smile appearing on his face. The lady looked away, skin turning an ashy white. Your jaw dropped open.

He raised an eyebrow at you. “Sometimes if you let people know that they’re staring, they’ll leave you alone.”

You just stared at him.

He waved at you.

You smacked his hand away. “Asshole.”

He laughed and the bus quickly came to a stop after, a scratchy voice announcing that you were in the Heart of the Deep City. Jeongin stood up, quickly grasping your hand and pulling you along with him. You stumbled off the bus behind him and glanced around.

The sun was just starting to set, casting a pink and orange glow across the towering buildings. Fairy lights were starting to flicker to life and you could see a faint glow in each of the fountains. People bustled about and you were glad to see that most of them were dressed like you. Now, it was Jeongin that looked like the idiot. You snickered to yourself, causing the boy in question to send you a weird stare.

“It doesn’t get good until real late, but until then, I can give you a quick tour,” he hummed.

The two of you made your way down the street. You passed hundreds of people and you saw a huge difference between the Upper City and the Deep City very quickly. Not just in setting, but in the people. Each one of them had something more different, more unique to them. Apparently, coloring your hair was a huge thing here. You rarely saw it in the Far Country or where you lived. You’d done it once as a kid and had been considered a sociopath, getting kicked out of class for the day, not allowed to return until it was back to its original color.

“Oooohhhh, this place is really good,” he said, pointing out a Korean grill. Then he leaned into you, “it’s run by a gang and they casually steal meat from the JYP district.”

You stared at him in disbelief and then back to the restaurant. It looked quaint—cute. You could faintly see a woman bustling around in there, looking too sweet to possibly work for a gang.

“You’re lying,” you grumbled.

“Nope,” he chirped, grinning like a maniac, “I’ll take you there someday and you’ll see: real beef. It’s a family gang, so they’re more friendly. But since you’ve already had dinner, we’re getting ice cream.”

You barely registered the last part after you heard the ‘someday’. The promise of a future had your heart stuttering and face heating up as the boy continued to drag you down the street. You didn’t fall this easy, you shouldn’t fall this easy. You didn’t know him that well—he was a total stranger—but yet, the idea of falling victim to his charms, wasn’t that bad. Because, as childish as it sounded, you could already picture a future with him.

The farther you were dragged into the city, the more shocked you were. Children ran around, dressed in bright colors and tossing around balls. Among the ocean of people, you barely spotted anyone that looked the same. There were carvings in the cement and a million apple blossom trees, that were just gorgeous. Fairy lights of various colors hung from overhangs and patios. Buildings made purely of glass sparkled in the dusk.

It actually felt… safe.

“This is crazy,” you mumbled as Jeongin stopped in front of an ice cream truck.

He grinned. “I told you. What flavor do you want?”

“Just chocolate,” you hummed.

He swiftly ordered and thanked the man once two cups were handed to you. He gave you yours and then led you down the street, where a bunch of stone benches surrounded a beautiful water feature. You quickly noted how small the bench was as you sat down. Your thighs pressed together, but you couldn’t squirm away without causing one of you to sprawl onto the ground. You tried to focus solely on your ice cream and not on the warmth that radiated from his body.

It was hard until the boy stole a scoop of your ice cream.

You blinked, mouth widening.

He sent you a cheeky grin.

“You dick!” You snapped, trying to cover your ice cream from any other attacks.

Jeongin didn’t reply as he simply dug back into his own cup, letting his eyes wander over the scenery around you. You followed his lead, watching as the world only became brighter when it should’ve become darker. As the sun sunk lower and lower into the horizon, the energy of the city went higher and higher.

It was all ruined when you noticed that Jeongin took another scoop of your ice cream, although this time some of his ice cream was on his spoon still.

You gasped, “did you just contaminate my ice cream?”

“What? Me? Never,” he exclaimed, looking around in horror.

“I can’t believe you!”

“I can’t believe whoever did this, either!” He mocked and then winked at you. You glared at him, grumbling as you handed him your now empty cup. Jeongin took it with a frown, mumbling something about how he wasn’t your slave. As he got up to search for a trashcan, he paused, almost as if remembering something, and then turned to you. “You gotta come with me.”

You stubbornly crossed your arms. “Why?”

“It’s a beautiful place, but don’t be fooled. People have been attacked during broad daylight here and other people won’t even bat an eyelash. Everyone’s number one priority are themselves. I’m not going to let you get jumped,” he said and held out a hand to help you up. You obliged, clasping his hand. The two of you wandered around until you found a trashcan.

As the two of you walked along, you stumbled across a part of the sidewalk that was blocked off. The redhead curiously glanced over the yellow tape and then sent a grin your way, pointing down. You walked over, noting the wet cement that lay there.

“Should I draw a dick in it?” He queried.

You opened your mouth, ready to protest, but the boy was already crouching down. You huffed and bent down beside him, watching as he poked in the shape. What was up with him and dicks? What was up with YOU and dicks? You crouched down next to him, ignoring his little work of art as you pressed your hand into the wet cement. It clung to your hand for a moment and then you pulled it back, satisfaction running through you at the hand print. Jeongin watched you and then placed his hand next to yours, a bigger handprint appearing in the cement beside yours.

“The perfect signature for our first date,” he declared.

“Yeah, sure” you huffed, wiping your hand off on his flannel and dragging him away. You wandered closer towards the middle of the city, wondering when the Friday night events would start up.

“A band should be starting up anytime now,” he mentioned and then you heard the start of a song somewhere nearby. Jeongin started sprinting and you raced after him, struggling to catch your breath once you reached the stage. You didn’t recognize the song and you weren’t sure if the redhead did, but he didn’t seem to care as he softly started to sway to the beat.

The mass of people was surprising. People bounced together in groups, hands raised, and joyful cheers filling the air. You kept yourself pressed to Jeongin, your body starting to sway with his as the two of you let the feeling roll over you. The band was perfect, but yet it gave you that impression. Giggles bubbled from you as the song sped up and Jeongin grasped your hand, forcing you to start jumping with the rest of the crowd.

You were so close at this point, your faces inches apart as the two of you bobbed to the beat. His eyes sparkled under the bright city light and his hair started to fall out of place, soft strands of deep red falling along his eyebrows. The urge to brush them out of his face was strong and you didn’t fight it as you reached up, your fingers running along his smooth skin. The two of you both ceased all movement, his dark eyes boring into yours. Your cheeks were the same color as his hair as his gaze dropped to your lips.

He licked his own before meeting your stare once more.

It was sweet and soft. His lips just barely there as he brushed his thumb over your cheek. You leaned into him, deepening the kiss as you did so. His hands dropped from your face to your waist and he pulled you tightly against him. It was no longer the two of you in a crowd, but the two of you in an empty world. He tasted like vanilla and his mouth was still slightly cold, a contrast to the warm press of his chest against yours. You carded your hand through his hair and when the two of you pulled apart, your eyes stayed closed for a moment longer, a soft breath puffing out between you.

When you opened them, you were greeted by the soft smile on his face. He rubbed circles on your back and your breathing slowed as you just let yourself fall into him. The two of you stood there, barely moving or breathing as you absorbed the moment. Then a soft laugh escaped him.

When you looked up, you were surprised to see white flurries fall down around you. You reached out, letting one fall on your skin and breathed out when a cold burst through the spot. It was odd, because as the snow came down, it was so warm. People’s cheers grew louder as the flurries fell upon them.

“How crazy is that?” You mused, reaching out to catch more and watching in fascination as they melted.

“Insane,” he whispered, but he was no longer looking at the sky. You refused to meet his heated stare as you looked up into the dark sky. You stuck out your tongue, giggling when several landed and then melted. “Truly insane.”

➻➻➻➻➻

Something took off between you two that day. The two of you hung out together almost everyday. Sometimes it was just lounging around in the Upper City and other times it was wreaking havoc in the Deep City. You also went to Memory Maze for the first time and after getting lost twice in a matter of five minutes and being on the other side of Jeongin’s teasing, you decided you never wanted to go back.

Just as he said, he took you to the Korean grill. Indeed, the food was amazing, and even more so, the beef. It ruined burgers for you and now the idea of eating whatever rubbery stuff they served you was awful. Sure, cows didn’t lead the lives of fresh air that they used to (although, you struggled to imagine what the world was like before the Collapse. Did animals really roam free? Were there actually creatures that could move through the sky?)

Art class became less miserable. Of course, it really helped that Jeongin continued to draw dicks on his paper and shamelessly turn it into the teacher. It was amazing, he got more creative every time. When you were told to draw a building, he very casually drew genitalia shaped bushes. The teacher stopped being surprised every time and instead just looked down right done, but it didn’t get any less funny. Sure, it was immature, but where was the joy in life if you didn’t act your age every once in a while? It’s no fun if you don’t drink before you’re legal.

Now the two of you sat in his room, giggling as he recounted his latest interaction with the mean lady who ran the convenience store down the street.

“She fucking told me that I look stupid with my dyed hair!” He groaned, laying on his back. You snorted, playing with his hair.

“How dare she,” you huffed, shaking your head. He sighed, looking up at you.

“She must be a psychopath,” he decided.

“There is no other reasonable explanation,” you agreed.

The two of you laughed again. Your head fell on his chest, still giggling. He rested a hand a top of your head, his laughter slowly dying down along with his rapid chest movements. You played with a loose string on his sweater, humming a song. He went silent beneath you and his hand stilled in you hair.

“I love this song,” he whispered. You looked at him from under your lashes. He stared at the ceiling, his eyes glazed over. “My mom used to sing it to me.”

You continued to hum the song, drawing a pattern along his chest. As you opened your mouth to ask a question, the door opened. You sat up on your elbows, meeting the gaze of a blue-haired boy. He paused upon the sight of you two and then shrugged.

“Jeongin, there’s dinner on the table if you want some,” he said and shot you one more questioning stare before he left the room.

“That’s Jisung,” he explained as he sat up. “You hungry?”

You nodded and followed him downstairs. As you walked towards the kitchen, your head lowered. Jisung sat on the couch with another boy and you could feel both their stares tearing into you. Just as you disappeared into the kitchen, you peeked a look at them. Jisung no longer stared, but the other one did, and you were shocked by the bright silver that gleamed at you.

“I see where you get your hair dye from,” you teased as the boy pulled a pizza box from the fridge. He chuckled.

“Yeah, runs in the family I guess,” he said and then paused. He cleared his throat and you didn’t question him on what he meant. From the sounds of it, he lost his own family, and if you were him, you would go looking for another one too.

The two of you ate it silence. You feeling too awkward to talk about anything with the two other boys right on the other side of the wall. Jeongin didn’t force you to talk as he mumbled about random things and occasionally ran his hand over yours. You ate your piece and then handed him the crust, snorting when he practically downed it. He paused to stare at you.

“What? I’m still growing,” he grumbled.

You laughed.

“Sure.”

You went silent again as the silver-eyed boy stepped into the kitchen. He walked over to the cabinet, grabbing a bottle of something and a glass. You pretended that you weren’t watching him as he poured himself a quick glass. As he brought it up to his lips, his sleeve moved, and your eyes zeroed in on the tattoo that rested high on his arm. A gray tiger. You’d seen that symbol a million times before.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” you mumbled to Jeongin.

“Down the hall and to the left,” he said as he shoveled another slice into his mouth.

You scrambled away, your heart racing and sweat starting to collect along your collar and hairline. You locked yourself in the grand bathroom, leaning up against the door. Miroh—that was a Miroh tattoo. Why was Jeongin living with someone apart of that gang? Did he know? He had to, the man didn’t try hard to conceal it.

“Most of the fights are on the outer edge and that’s just because territory is easier to control.”

“It’s a family gang, so they’re pretty friendly.”

“I won’t let you get jumped.”

“Yeah, runs in the family I guess.”

Was he apart of the gang?

You closed your eyes and placed your hand over your heart. You were impulsive and careless almost all the time, but you hated assumptions. They were one thing you tried not to commit to, because they ruined lives. You couldn’t just assume that Jeongin was apart of the gang. And if he was, it didn’t make him a bad person. If the person you’ve seen these past few weeks is true, he’s a better person than most.

So, you stepped out the bathroom. As you carefully made your way back towards the kitchen, you stopped when you heard voices. You didn’t want to eavesdrops, but you didn’t just want to walk in mid-conversation either.

“If she doesn’t know what you’re apart of, that means she definitely doesn’t know what you can do,” a voice snapped.

“Would you tell her?” It was Jeongin this time.

“If you’re going to go and fucking fall in love with her, you should!” A different voice this time, sounding a little bit like Jisung.

Was he in love with you?

“Goddammit, Jeongin, just tell her! She’s gonna find out about your abilities sooner or later, you may as well save this relationship before it all crashes and burns!” It was the first voice. You stood there, your heart stopping. Abilities? What the hell does that mean? What can Jeongin do?

Can they all do something?

As the three grew silent, you stood silently for a moment. You backed up towards the bathroom door, loudly letting it swing open. Then you padded down the hallway and slid into the kitchen, glancing around. Jisung and the other boy stood on the other side of the counter, both expressions blank. Jeongin, despite his face being completely blank, you noticed the way his fingers twitched and how his chest heaved a little faster than normal.

“Hey, let’s go upstairs to my room,” he murmured, wrapping an arm over your shoulder. You walked along with him, refusing to spare his comrades another glance.

When the door closed behind you, he sighed and sagged against it. He stared up at the ceiling for a while. You sat down on his bed, working on your lip. Then Jeongin looked down at you, a shimmer of tears in his eyes.

“We have to talk,” he sighed.

“I know,” you blurted out. He frowned. “You’re apart of Miroh, aren’t you?”

The boy stared at you and you just stared back.

Then he slowly nodded.

“Do you know… about the powers?” He whispered, approaching you. You were surprised he didn’t ask how you knew, but relieved at the same time.

“Vaguely.”

He sat down beside you, his hand reaching for yours. Nothing inside you begged to pull away and you realized that this new revelation meant nothing new. He was still the fire that burned in your lungs and you just wanted to have a future with him.

“It’s… it’s not really my place to talk of the other’s abilities and positions. I… I don’t really know how to explain it, but I um, I can sense others emotions and”—he cleared his throat, eyes searching yours—“control their emotions.”

You stiffened, but your hand didn’t move from his. If anything, it tightened. You opened your mouth, uncertainty flickering through you.

“I-I never used it on you, I fucking swear on my life,” he rushed out, “I… the weird thing about you is that I can’t even reach your emotions. Like, at all. That’s why I was so attracted to you when we first met and then afterward it was just… well just you I guess. But holy fucking shit, Y/N, I would never use my abilities on you even if I could. If I really wanted someone to love me, I’d do it the right way.”

You raised an eyebrow and then smirked.

“Do you swear on all those dicks you drew?”

He paused, eyes widening. Then he laughed loudly, nodding. “For fuck’s sake, yes.”

“Well, then, I guess I can’t question you, even if you are some unnatural thing,” you giggled and then pressed your lips to. When you pulled back, a wide smile on your face, he chuckled again.

“I’ve never fallen for others’ smiles before.”

➻➻➻➻➻

The two of you both ran away, struggling to hold in your laughter. Once you were several blocks away, you burst into loud laughter again. You slapped his chest, stumbling into him.

“I still can’t get used to you doing that, but that was amazing!” You exclaimed and then a snort of laughter escaped you. He struggled to catch his breath, leaning over.

“God, I hold too much power,” he gasped, “she actually fucking did it.”

Maybe you should’ve felt bad for the old lady the owned the convenience store that was only a couple of blocks away, but you didn’t. After endless slanted remarks at Jeongin, she finally got what she deserved. Or at least something that would make her look like a dumbass. Sure, it was immature to use Jeongin’s unicorn abilities to trick someone into dying their hair neon yellow, but who acted their age anyway? Age was like cement that was always wet.

[sagesparrow394]

Blush Blush AU

I made a post about this a while ago, explaining that I was playing Blush Blush and ended up starting to come up with a Sanders Sides AU for it. So... here it is!

Because I know this isn’t a well known game, here’s a storyline summary before I go into the whole who’s who:

The game is a Dating Sim mixed with an Idle Game. It’s the grand opening of the new local zoo, and you work there at a confections stand. However, some of the customers are rather cute guys, and you get so distracted by their handsomeness, I guess, and accidentally sell them the wrong water! You didn’t sell them normal water, but magic water, but you don’t realise until they all start transforming to animals before your eyes. Most run off in the panic. You now have to find all the guys and change them back to normal with the power of love!

Anyway, I swear I’m not a furry. I just played this because I saw Markiplier did, and I got bored. Now I’m weirdly invested, it might be one of my fandoms, and here we are. Now lets get into the Sanders Sides AU!

Emile is the main character, for the soul reason he’s the one character who didn’t line up with any of the guys in the game.

Logan is Nimh. He was transformed into a rabbit, and is the first guy Emile comes across, as he goes to him to ask for a refund (which is the most Logan thing ever). He’s very smart, but socially awkward. The closer Emile gets to him, the more he opens up and the softer he becomes.

Virgil is Volks. He was transformed into a wolf, and is the second guy Emile comes across, meeting when he saves Emile from a bear while in the woods. He’s rather gruff, and a loner, often preferring to be alone than with others. However, Emile manages to soften him a little, even if Virgil refuses to admit it.

Remy is Kelby. He was transformed into a rooster, and is the third guy Emile comes across, Remy having saved him from drowning. (Just because he’s a rooster doesn’t mean he should ditch his job as a lifeguard). He’s very sporty, his Instagram being filled with pictures of him working out, playing basketball, and on duty at the beach. He gets along with Emile from the beginning pretty much.

Roman is Eli. He was transformed into a Pegasus, and is the fourth guy Emile meets, having met at a karaoke night. He’s very extroverted and a hedonist. Just lives to have fun and make the most of life. He’s very flirty with Emile, and actually really likes his animal form with the bright rainbow colours.

Deceit is Anon. He was transformed into a lemur, and is the fifth guy Emile meets, at an internet cafe. He’s a hacker and is rather introverted, preferring to just avoid society and spend his time online. He is a little hostile towards Emile at first, annoyed at him for turning him into a lemur, but warms up to him as time goes by.

Patton is Garret. He was transformed into a bull, and is the sixth guy Emile meets, when Emile rescues a cat from a tree, that Patton has been trying to save, but couldn’t because bulls can’t climb trees. He’s a lumberjack, and volunteers at an animal shelter on the weekends usually. Despite his strong and ripped exterior, he’s very kind and soft, and immediately considers Emile a friend.

Remus is Dmitri. He was transformed into a boar (how fitting for the trash man), and Emile met him when he went to a pottery class Remus runs. He’s also a poet, and a romantic, but also has his good old Remus dark, gross and explicit side. He learns to be a bit less explicit by spending time with Emile, though.

Thomas is Ichiban. He was transformed into a tiger. He’s Emile’s favourite YouTuber, and Emile met him at a local convention. Thomas is very kind and open, not shying away from making videos and meeting fans just because he’d been cursed into a tiger.

And that’s all of them! I know there’s a new character that was introduced to the game, William I think his name is, but I haven’t gotten to him to the game yet, and his page isn’t on the game’s wiki yet, so I wasn’t able to apply him to the AU. Oh well.

[allsortsofgeekery]

One of Us is Lying: Chapter 3

Synopsis: Five students walk into detention, but only four walk out. These four are all main suspects in Remy Kallagher’s murder, but who really killed him—Logan, the valedictorian and student council president, Roman, the all-star athlete, Patton, the adorable homecoming prince, or Virgil, the infamous school drug dealer?

Word count: 2,056

Trigger Warnings: interrogation, death mention, implied murder, allergy mention (let me know if I missed any!)

Pairings: eventual/slow burn Analogical, toxic Moceit

Author’s note: wOaAaAhHH look who’s back!! I’m so sorry for disappearing, things had gotten pretty hectic, and I was having such a hard time getting Patton’s voice right. But it’s here, and I hope you enjoy it!

Patton

7:57 AM

Tuesday, September 25

Patton hated feeling like he was useless. Unfortunately, this was a feeling he experienced quite often; it never got any easier. But today had to be the worst. A classmate of his was dead at seventeen years old, and he couldn’t help but feel like it was his fault.

If I had helped out, would Remy still be alive? It was that question that had plagued his mind ever since he had heard the awful news.

When he had shakily climbed out of Declan’s car the previous afternoon, still in hysterics, his mother had immediately smothered him in a too-tight hug.

“Patton!” she had wailed, probably for dramatic effect. She pulled back, taking his face in her hands and examining him. “Are you alright?! I just got a call from the school--they’re saying that a boy died!”

The wind felt like it had gotten punched out of him. Patton stared at her in disbelief. “R-Remy’s…” he trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

“Dead,” she finished for him. “I just got off the phone with the school--Remy, you said? He was in your detention? Oh, sweetie, I’m so sorry!” She pulled him in again for another showy hug. Patton felt like he was drowning. His mind was a blur; words and thoughts and hugs and questions were being thrown at him from all angles, and his muddled brain could only process one word at a time.

Remy. Dead. Detention. Hospital. Allergy. Help.

Useless.

Useless.

Useless.

It was that same word that bounced around in his brain the next morning, walking through the hall, Declan at his side, avoiding the stares and whispers that followed him. The hall seemed to spin off its axis, and Declan was the only thing that kept him grounded. He felt Declan give his hand a squeeze, and the world seemed to right itself again, if only for a moment.

Homeroom was torture. He felt as though the walls were closing in on him as the morning announcements came on. He only caught a few words of it: Remy Kallagher, yesterday, 3:24 PM, guidance office, tragedy. He kept his head down, but he could feel the weight of the stares of everyone else in the room. He blinked rapidly, forcing back the tears that pricked at his eyes.

He had barely known Remy. The two of them had had many classes together over the years (neither were the best student), but they had rarely ever spoken.

Patton usually thought of most of his peers as potential friends, but even he had generally steered clear of Remy. Everyone with enough sense to know what was good for them had; he could ruin someone’s life in merely a short paragraph and a post button. But now, with it finally starting to sink in that Remy was really and truly gone, Patton wondered with a pang of guilt if Remy was ever lonely.

He should have talked to him. Now Starbucks-drinking, sunglasses-wearing, foul-mouthed Remy was gone, and Patton would never get the chance to really know him.

His name over the loudspeaker startled him so much, he nearly fell out of his chair.

“Patton Hart, Logan Sanders, Virgil Macauley, and Roman Prince, please report to the main office.”

Oh no.

The worst case scenario had actually occurred. Patton sat in his chair, petrified, until his homeroom teacher nodded her head at him, making it clear that he had actually heard correctly.

He wanted Declan. Perfect, beautiful Declan, always there to know exactly the right thing to do. He wished fervently that he was next to him right now.

He rarely ever walked the hallways alone, and he felt weirdly exposed. The sound of his footsteps reverberated through the corridor and made him all the more nervous. He always had someone with him—usually Declan, but sometimes his friends, too.

He supposed he had a bit of a phobia of being alone. His mother couldn’t stand being alone, and neither could his older sister, so naturally, he couldn’t, either.

He had been dating Declan since eighth grade, and even now, when faced with certain doom, he got butterflies just thinking about him. Declan was strong where he was weak. Declan took him and loved him despite his flaws. Declan made him whole.

A sharp stab of guilt interrupted his thoughts. You don’t deserve him.

Patton had always known that Declan was too good for him, of course, but now...after what he did…

Patton shook his head, banishing the guilt to the back of his mind. His feet had moved forward on their own accord, and he found himself standing outside the main office.

He shakily pushed the door open, and was met with three faces staring back at him: Principal Lynch, with a stoic, steady gaze and his hands laced together on his desk; Roman, looking unusually disheveled; and Virgil MacCauley, who was braced forward on his chair, unreadable, as always.

“Mr. Hart,” Principal Lynch said, tone not giving any clues as to why they were summoned. “Have a seat.”

Patton nervously put his backpack on the ground and sat himself in the chair next to Roman. Roman looked back at him, bewildered, and lifted up one shoulder. Patton swallowed drily and turned his attention to a chip on Lynch’s desk.

The door swung open again, and Logan Sanders walked in, appearance showing no indication of anything being wrong; his shirt was tucked in, tie straight, hair combed; the only giveaway were the dark bags under his eyes.

As soon as he entered, Patton was hit with a feeling so strong it nearly knocked the wind out of him, and he gasped; the last time all four of them were in a room together, Remy was still alive. The last time that Remy was alive.

All four heads turned to Patton when he gasped, and he awkwardly staged a brief coughing fit to mask it. Logan settled down into the chair on the other side of Patton.

“I trust you boys know why you are here,” Lynch started, staring at each of them for an uncomfortably long time before moving down the line. Patton and Roman exchanged a glance, confused. They did?

“The death of your classmate Remy yesterday was a horrible tragedy, and you all must be suffering severe trauma,” he told them. Oh. So that’s what this is for, Patton thought, body relaxing in relief. Their principal was simply commenting on what a terrible tragedy Remy’s death was, and directing the four of them to the school guidance counselor.

“But,” Lynch continued, “the authorities have been looking into Remy’s death, and they suspect that it may not have been an accident.”

Patton went cold. Remy was murdered? As in...somebody killed Remy—a seventeen year old kid—on purpose? Patton couldn’t imagine it. It made him sick to his stomach to think that there is somebody out there who is sick enough to do such a terrible thing.

Logan sat bolt upright and leaned forward in his chair, less disturbed by the fact that Remy was murdered—murdered! Patton still couldn’t wrap his head around it—and more so by the implication that this theory brought up.

“You don’t mean-“ Logan started.

“I’m not accusing you four of anything,” Lynch said with a wave of his hand, although his facial expression said otherwise. “Neither are the police. They’re just here to ask you a few questions, that’s all, and then you’re free to go back to class.”

Patton was confused, for a moment, before it hit him. They think that we did it? He thought, a fresh wave of panic rising in his throat. They think that I killed someone?

Patton glanced at Roman, and they shared a terrified look before someone standing in the back of the office cleared their throat. Patton startled a little and turned around; there was a police officer standing there. Has he been here the whole time?

The police officer walked forward and stopped behind the desk. “Don’t worry, boys, this will only take a minute,” he said in a gruff voice.

“Young men, this is Officer Ryan,” Lynch said. They all respectfully nodded hello—with the exception of Virgil, who seemed to be staring him down—and the officer cleared his throat again.

“The autopsy-“

“Autopsy?” Logan interrupted, confused. Officer Ryan looked a little put off at being interrupted so soon into his speech. Patton felt his cheeks go red on Logan’s behalf, and he looked down. “It’s only the day after Remy died. It hasn’t even been twenty four hours yet.”

Officer Ryan stared at him for a moment in annoyance, before responding, “Usually, it takes longer, but the cause of death was found immediately. Remy ingested a large dose of peanut oil just before he died.”

“How long before?” Logan asked again, his intense gray eyes firmly focused on the police officer.

“Anywhere from an hour to twenty minutes before,” he said. “Now, all four of you attested to the fact that Remy took a drink of water just before he had the reaction, so now what we’re trying to figure out is how the peanut oil got into his cup.”

Patton stared, shell-shocked; as if Remy’s death wasn’t enough for one day, now he was also being accused of murder! He suddenly had the overwhelming urge to cry—this is too much, this is all too much—and to be held by Declan. He wanted to bawl and have Declan be right there to comfort him, to hold him and play with his hair and rub circles on his back. But, as his mind so cruelly reminded him, he didn’t deserve Declan, much less the luxury of being comforted by him, so instead he bit down on his lip as hard as he could and stared at the floor.

His mind was still abuzz with questions. Why would somebody kill Remy? Was it because of Spill the Tea, his gossip blog? Sure, people didn’t like Remy for it, or the power that he held over them...but that’s not a motive to kill him, is it?

Spill the Tea was brought up not even two minutes into the questioning.

“It was brought to my attention that Remy ran a gossip site? ‘Spill the Tea’, I believe?” Patton heard Virgil snort. Under normal circumstances, Patton would have found that funny himself—a big, beefy policeman saying “spill the tea” is pretty funny—but he couldn’t find it in himself to laugh, and he couldn’t fathom how Virgil could.

Officer Ryan and Principal Lynch both shot Virgil a look before continuing. “Were any of you four ever on it?”

Patton shook his head, along with Logan and Roman. They all looked to Virgil. He shrugged.

“A couple of times,” he said casually.

“Did this bother you at all?” Officer Ryan asked, taking notes. Virgil shook his head.

“No,” he said simply, and maybe it was just Patton wanting to see the best in him, but he found that he actually believed him. It seemed that everyone else did, too.

“Did any of you ever worry about being on it?” Ryan asked. That was a different question, and it made Patton a little queasy to think about it. Of course he did. Almost everybody at Overlook did. But being worried about being on it and actually thinking that you have a legitimate chance of being on it are two very different things.

When none of them responded, Ryan rephrased his question: “Do you think that any of you could have done something that Remy could have held over your heads?”

Patton’s stomach dropped, and he looked at the others. Logan had gone so red in the face he looked like he was about to burst, and Roman was slightly pink. Virgil looked at the three of them and raised an eyebrow.

“Everyone has secrets,” he said, and Roman and Logan both looked like they wanted to throttle him. Patton looked down again.

~

After Lynch sent them back to class, the bell had rung. Declan grinned when he saw him and kissed him.

“How was class?” he asked, smiling his handsome smile. Patton felt his insides twist again, and he forced himself to smile back.

Everyone has secrets.

“It was good!” And they continued down the hall, like always, while the guilt was eating Patton alive.

~

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[neoduskcomics]

What Star Wars Means To Me

I was twelve years old when I saw Star Wars end. I was sitting between my dad and my brother at a screening of Revenge of the Sith, a movie that my prepubescent mind had convinced itself was the greatest thing it’d ever seen.

The movie’s climactic battle had come to an end, and as I watched the final scenes play out, I could feel the film’s looming departure steadily but surely setting in. In the movie’s last moments, Owen and Beru looked out into the binary sunset, cradling their new baby nephew, with John Williams’ score emotionally building toward the final credits, and a hollow emptiness began to overwhelm me. Episode III was coming to a close, and with it, so too would end the saga of Star Wars. Something that had brought so much happiness, so much excitement, so much magic into my life was now ending before my eyes. Everyone knew that there wouldn’t be another prequel or sequel or anything else. This was it—these final frames all-too-quickly spinning past the projector. In just a few seconds, it seemed that Star Wars would be gone forever.

As I left the theater with my brother and my dad, they started up a discussion about what we had just watched, but I was too emotionally drained to join in. It was hard for me to come to grips with the fact that the Star Wars movies were really done with. Sure, Star Wars itself would still go on in some form. The Clone Wars cartoon was enjoyable. And they started making those cool-looking Force Unleashed games, too. Plus, there were the comics and the books and all sorts of other stories being made.

But it just wasn’t the same. You could write a thousand books, make a thousand TV shows and develop a thousand video games filling in whatever nooks and crannies the films overlooked in the Star Wars canon, but they would never, ever be a substitution for sitting in that theatre and seeing the quiet fade-in of the words “A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...”

When the movies left, it was like a bit of magic had left the world, too. And between the ages of seven and thirteen, that magic inspired me. It made me read and create and imagine more than any time I spent at school ever did. Whenever a new movie came out, I fantasized about what the next one might be like. And when the movies ended, I fantasized about what a whole new Star Wars trilogy might be about. Maybe it would follow Luke creating a new Jedi Order, or maybe it would take place thousands of years before the prequels and show us the origins of the Jedi and the Sith. I hoped and dreamed and wondered, but I knew how unlikely it all was. Lucas would never make another movie, let alone give Star Wars to someone else so that they could go on to make an Episode VII. And so, Star Wars, as much as I continued to love it, slowly faded from my life. There was no use crying over spilt blue milk. Star Wars was done, and it wasn’t coming back.

And then I heard that Disney bought Star Wars and that they were going to make an Episode VII.

At this point, I’d like you to recall the scene at the end of Ratatouille where the evil food critic Ego takes a bite of Remy’s titular cuisine, and then suddenly he’s transported back in time to a moment in his childhood when he could still feel the warm embrace of love and happiness, and the cold, melancholic ice that once encased his withered heart melts away in a matter of seconds, restoring life and wonder to his old, bony body. Do you remember that scene? Because that is exactly what I felt like when I heard this news.

And I am not hyperbolizing here; I was literally shouting with jubilance when I heard that there would be an Episode VII. I can scarcely recall another moment in my life when I felt that level of genuine, startling happiness. It was like throughout all those years of Star Wars’ absence, all those years of resignation, a repressed excitement for the franchise was building up within me, never surfacing, never finding the right opportunity to ignite, but steadily rising and rising in pressure. And then, on that day, at that moment, upon hearing those words, all of that pent-up excitement just exploded out of me like a volcanic eruption. I didn’t know who was making this supposed Episode VII or what it would be about or when it was happening or even if it would be any good. None of that mattered. Star Wars was back, and I was going to celebrate like the Empire had just fallen.

Flash forward to the holiday season a couple years later, and even the non-geeks could see that the franchise had been reawakened in full force (get it, awakened, force, see what I did there). Star Wars logos, T-shirts, cups, toasters, mugs, toys, Lego sets and waffle irons filled the stores and display windows. Star Wars really, truly was back. What a fucking exciting time it was. I couldn’t help but just let all that giddiness get to me. There was magic in the air, and it wasn’t the magic of Christmas, but rather the magic of mystical techno samurai flying across solar systems to murder each other with glow sticks. Holy shit. Star Wars was back. STAR WARS WAS BACK. The hype was real, and it was everywhere.

But with that hype came an extreme and sustained spike of nervousness and skepticism. Criticisms of every new bit of information spread like fire throughout the interwebs. Did you see that weird new lightsaber? Is that another Death Star? Doesn’t that character just look like a rip-off of this other character?

After all, people loved Star Wars, and they couldn’t stop themselves from asking if this revival would live up to their expectations. Would The Force Awakens be a worthy successor to the franchise—a true return to form after decades of waiting for a real sequel to Jedi? Or would this simply be another prequel trilogy to dash the fans’ expectations and burn everything they loved about the series to the ground, buoyed only by the parallel stories of fans and creators determined to make sure Star Wars lived on? Lucas had failed us for the last time. People needed something GOOD.

The Force Awakens destroyed at the box office. Unadjusted for inflation, it became the highest-grossing film ever to hit American theaters, and the third highest-grossing film ever to hit the world. It was released to critical acclaim and massive audience approval. Abrams had done it. He had made a new Star Wars movie that both he and the fans could be proud of. All that hype was justified. All that waiting paid off. Star Wars wasn’t just back, it was good again. Great, even.

But as people celebrated Episode VII’s monetary and critical triumph, and as memes and excited chatter spread across the web, a notably large group of people simply did not feel that The Force Awakens met the standards they had set for it. To the point that they began to convince others that it was actually a bad, perhaps the worst ever, Star Wars movie.

And I’ll be honest—even I wasn’t sure how to feel about The Force Awakens when I first saw it. There was so much pressure on it to be good, and I was spending so much of the film’s runtime questioning whether or not I liked it, that I don’t think I was really, genuinely experiencing it. The movie felt like such a self-contradiction. It was so weirdly, at times even jarringly similar to the Original Trilogy, and at other times it was so strangely and uncomfortably different from it. The Resistance? That’s just the Rebellion. Starkiller Base? That’s just the Death Star. Kylo Ren? He’s not as threatening as Vader. Rey? She’s not as relatable as Luke. Part of me thought it was great, but another part of me felt terribly, soul-wearingly conflicted. I had to search my feelings about this film long and hard before I would be ready to draw a final conclusion about how it fit into the series.

It wasn’t until I saw it again a week later—when the crushing weight of all that pressure and anxiety and anticipation had time to dissolve—that I felt as though I was truly watching the movie for the first time. I was relaxed, passive, and ready to be entertained. I already knew what the movie was. I already knew what was going to happen. There was no more nervously waiting and watching to see what would become of my beloved franchise, what new things they were introducing to it, what old things they were keeping, and whether any of it was any good. I could just sit back and accept the film for what it was. And this time, I absolutely adored it.

The Force Awakens is in no way a perfect movie—far, far from it. But it was a miraculous work of Star Wars storytelling that won over both audiences and critics with its skillful direction, clever writing, compelling characters, great sense of humor and warm spirit.

Yes, TFA was closely and purposefully tailored to the original movies, but it was so, so much more than just another adventure film about a desert-inhabiting youth taking off to explore the galaxy and blow up giant space stations. It was a tale of friendship, hardship, humanity, and facing your darkest fears. It was about Rey struggling to look beyond the unknown terrors that lied before her—to confront her destiny and take up the lightsaber so that she could protect her new family. It was about Finn embracing his own humanity and working up the resolve to fight that which he spent the whole movie trying desperately to get away from. It was about Han reaching the culmination of his character’s growth from self-absorbed, smarmy money-grubber who ran from danger to a damaged and guilt-ridden father who renders himself both physically and emotionally vulnerable in order to save his son’s very soul.

Every relationship feels meaningful. Every dramatic revelation feels earned. Every joke hits. Every effect is dazzling and eighty percent of the time completely practical, which is why this movie will look far better in ten years than the prequels do now.

Poe and Finn are two of the most likeable characters to ever grace Star Wars cinema, and it’s no wonder that everyone wants them to be a couple when they had such an amazingly fun first date. Kylo Ren freezes a fucking blaster bolt in mid-fucking-air with the goddamn Force. BB-8’s thumbs up made every audience I saw the movie with burst into laughter. Poe blows up, like, fifteen TIE fighters in a row, followed by Finn shouting “That’s one hell of a pilot!” not even knowing at this point in the movie that Poe is still alive. The scene where Rey touches Luke’s lightsaber and is thrust into an acid trip of Force visions is both terrifying and mesmerizing. The two guards steadily backing away from Kylo Ren’s temper tantrum is adorable and hysterical. That moment when an emotionally distressed Kylo Ren struggles to pull Luke’s lightsaber from the snow, only to see it zoom past him and be dramatically caught by Rey as John Williams’ iconic score begins to build is fucking fantastic. And Han’s final confrontation with his son is so horrifically tense, and so well-executed and fitting as a conclusion to Han’s story that the internet, as liable as it was to do so, miraculously did not explode with blinding rage when it found out that Abrams had killed off one of the series’ most beloved characters.

Is there reason to be skeptical about the direction of the franchise? Yes. Is Disney perpetrating some worrisome behavior with their successive hiring and subsequent firing of every prospective director they get ahold of? Yes. Will Star Wars just become another MCU where we get two to three new movies every year and they all kind of begin to just meld together without any sense of consequence or meaningful continuity between installments? Maybe.

But I just can’t bring myself to think about that sort of thing right now. And maybe it’s not even really useful to think about it like that at all. Because regardless of what I or anyone reading this thinks, all that stuff is basically out of our hands. Maybe Star Wars will become stale and burned out after a few years of sequels and spinoffs. Or maybe, after establishing their new claim to the franchise with a few safe movies, the company will start to be more willing to experiment with new styles, stories and characters. I mean, with that completely new trilogy on the horizon, it does appear to be where this ship is headed.

But, who knows. Speculation is all we have. And all I can really say for absolute certain right now is that, for the moment, I have Star Wars in my life again, and I’m going to cherish it for as long as I can. Because I spent ten years in a world without Star Wars, and I have a lot of love left in me to give the franchise before I burn out, as a lot of other people seem to have already unfortunately done. I’d rather not go into the future of this series revival already prepared to hate the new Han Solo movie or Rian Johnson’s new trilogy or whatever else might come our way.

Because at the end of the day, despite the way many fans and even some past creators have treated it, Star Wars, pure and simple, is about joy. And when we live in a world that’s so filled with dread, fear, corruption, terror, hatred and downright tragedy, I don’t think it’s unreasonable to just let yourself give into something like Star Wars. I don’t mean to say we should just unconditionally love everything with the Lucasfilm logo on it, but maybe just recognize that sometimes it’s more valuable to be open and understanding and willing to love something than it is to be skeptical, critical, nitpicking and pessimistic, especially with something that is so widely adored and cherished the world over.

Maybe people won’t like The Last Jedi. Maybe they won’t like the Han Solo movie, either. Or maybe they’ll love them. But Star Wars isn’t any individual film. It’s a part of our culture, a symbol of the human spirit’s fascination with adventure, mysticism and the battle between good and evil. It means a billion different things to a billion different people and spans generations.

My dad once told me that when he used to take my brother and I to the toy store—years ahead of The Phantom Menace being unveiled—he was shocked to see that Star Wars toys still lined the shelves when a new movie hadn’t been made in well over a decade. But that’s what Star Wars is. It might have peaks and valleys, and there might be times when it feels like it’s all but left us, but in reality, it never really ends. It’s an invaluable part of human history whose effects will be felt for generations to come, and right now, it’s thriving in a way that nobody has seen in years.

We owe it not just to the franchise but to ourselves to enjoy every moment of it. Because Star Wars is the very embodiment of love, joy, hope, humor and adventure. Because Star Wars is a reminder that sometimes it’s okay to just let yourself be a kid again. Because while everything can be going wrong in the real world, Star Wars will always see to it that the light triumphs over the dark. Because while life is tragically short and full of hardship, Star Wars is forever.

[inkyquince]

okay so im a person who needs a face for a game characters if they aren’t provided so these are kind of the faces ive been imagining mixed in with fanart ( devotion disorder’s Whitney will always remain in my heart )

eden: karl heisenberg and i won’t say anything further

avery: Patrick bateman ( also nanami from jjk)

kylar: for some reason nagito from daganronpa??? like imagine his hair was black and i think u would basically have kylar

sydney: mary from kakegurui bro idk it just works esp when she’s corrupt omfg

robin: sam from totally spies pls look away

i got nothing for whitney and Alex but here are some extra’s of mine:

mason: jackson marchetti wbk

leighton: imagine joseph joestar ( specifically part 3 ) but…rlly skinny and hannibal lector ( mads version )

wren: hawks from mha

bailey: toji from jjk ( a bit sulf indulgent i won’t lie ) and weirdly midas from Fortnite. FORTNITE.

honestly, agree with most of these but am gonna put my own lads underneath the cut

Robin

I'm so sorry, but as someone not really attracted to Robin, I picture... Shinji

But legitmately, unironically? Nagito from Free!Iwatobi Swim Club. Baby boy, angel.

Kylar

Yeah, its Yoonbum.

Whitney

Literally just @lumowu's Whitney drawings, like here and here. Legitimately can't see em as anything else.

Eden

Riftan from Under The Oak Tree... Or Eddie Gluskin from Outlast DLC lmao

Avery

Legitimately, Nanami until I saw @bestoan's Avery here. He's so gorgeous and my god, it fits him better than what I was imagining before.

Alex

Edward Wong from Cowboy Bebop <3

Sydney

Koujaku from Drammatical Murder lmao

Bailey

Toji Fushiguro from JJK, if he slicked his hair back

Wren

I HAVE SAID THIS BEFORE AND I WILL SAY IT AGAIN. WORICK ARCANGELO FROM GANGSTA

Leighton

:3 Vicar Jeremy Rathbone from Black Butler

Remy:

 Tyki Mikk from Dr.Gray-Man

Niki:

Uta From Tokyo Ghoul

YEAH MOST OF THESE DON'T MAKE SENSE AND IM NOT SORRY