#next on the agenda: draw again but with a reference this time

[orcasoul]

Oh Mama! A continuation of Oh Baby

Summery: As the birth draws closer you reflect on all the ways Pedro has been there for you throughout your pregnancy.

Warnings: Swearing, verbal abuse (not by our sweet man), protective Pedro, fluff, use of Y/N.

Italics indicate in ward thinking and flashbacks.

This is a continuation of Oh Baby which was meant to be a one shot but after a request for a part 2 I've decided to write this and a part 3 which will be called Oh Daddy, which will focus on Pedro being the amazing dad and partner we all know he would be :)

Miserable! that's how you feel. Miserable, bloated, heavy. No matter how much you shift or turn, finding a good sleeping position is next to impossible. It also doesn't help that you're in the middle of a sweltering heatwave. The aircon is on but it might as well be non existent with the hot flashes that keep plaguing your body.

You look to your left and feel a little twinge of jealousy as you watch Pedro sleep soundly in the dim lamp light. Why the fuck should he get to sleep while I can't! You know it's just the hormones making you feel irritable and bitter but right now you want nothing more than to shake him awake and tell him to stay awake with you.

But no matter how irritable your last month of pregnancy is making you there's no way you be that spiteful. As you watch Pedro sleep, his plush lips slightly parted, letting slow, rhythmic breathes escape, you begin to reminisce all the ways he's been there for you, supporting you and caring for you since you'd told him you're pregnant.

Neither one of you had planned for this baby, but life doesn't always go according to our own plans. It has it's own agenda and all you can do is follow the path it lays before you and do your very best. After your initial fear of telling Pedro about the baby- and that awful resulting anxiety induced nightmare - you both seemed to easily slip into your natural roles. You; the nurturing and tender mother and Pedro; the protective and comforting father and partner.

For someone who once said he's never gonna be a dad, he sure seemed happy and content these past 7 months and that happiness has bubbled over into excitement now that the birth will be any day. Pedro stirs in his sleep a little, causing a couple of stray curls to fall onto his forehead. You gently brush them back up off his face, taking care not to wake him.

You guess he could actually do with the rest after weeks of being at your every beck and call, sometimes even going out at stupid 'o' clock to buy whatever your insatiable cravings demanded. You shift for the thousandth time, onto your side and put a pillow between your knees to provide some - but not much - relief. You continue to watch him sleep, feeling his breath fan your face, his shoulders slowly rising and falling and you feel the baby kick you again.

The little Bun - as you both lovingly refer to it since you've both agreed to not find out the sex and be surprised - has been quite active today. Tears fill your eyes and suddenly you feel like the luckiest woman in the world, as you place your hand tenderly on your bump and stare at the face of the man you love. This is what it's all about, you perceive, growing a beautiful new life with the perfect man. And boy, has he been just that for the past several months.

Your mind starts to wander back to all the moments where Pedro has gone above and beyond for you both....

The third month of your pregnancy is when your morning sickness really ramped up. Until that point you had only felt slightly nauseous but then it hit you like a ton of bricks. The first time you threw up actually startled Pedro. The poor guy almost had a heart attack when you leapt up from bed, accidentally dragging the quilt and him across the bed. You would have felt bad about waking him if you weren't too busy spewing your guts up into the toilet.

"What the fuck?!" is what you heard from the bedroom as you heaved and retched. "Baby?... You Okay?" Pedro asked quietly from behind you in the doorway to the on suite. "Yeah I'm-" blargh!- "I'm... good," you finally reply in a shaky voice as you wipe your mouth with one hand while the other holds your hair back. And so it went on for months. Pedro was always beside you (when he wasn't away filming or doing interviews) rubbing soothing strokes along your back, whispering comforting words and waiting with a glass of water in hand.

The more frequent the episodes became, the more he started to worry about you. You hated seeing him so worried as much as he hated seeing you be sick, so one time you'd decided to make light of the situation. After chucking up for what felt like the millionth time you called Pedro to the bathroom. He came rushing to you but before he could say a word you cried "Hold my hairrrrr!!" in your best whiny Dieter voice. Pedro burst out laughing as he clearly hadn't been expecting that of all things.

"That's a good one," he chuckled as he did indeed hold your hair. "How long have you been waiting to do that?" You look up at him and giggle but it's cut short by another bought of retching, which of course Pedro helped you through with words of encouragement. "Just be glad I don't have to shit, too," you mumble into the toilet bowl causing another burst of laughter to erupt from him.

You smile quietly to yourself at the memory while smoothing over the arc of your bump. You can't believe that a woman can naturally grow so big and not burst, which takes you back to the time you'd gotten upset over your sudden weight gain....

After coming home from a much needed shopping trip for maternity clothes and larger everyday clothes you slump onto the settee to rest your aching feet while Pedro puts the kettle on. You miss coffee but it's better for the baby if you stick to tea for a while. It was just as good and definitely helped to relax you. Once the drinks were finished Pedro took the cups to the kitchen and started to prepare for dinner. "I'm gonna go put the clothes away," you called to him in the kitchen, to which he replied, "Don't be too long. Food will be ready soon."

Staring into your wardrobe, a lump forms in your throat and tears burn behind your eyes as you take in the sight of some of your favourite and much smaller clothes. The more items you remove, to be replaced with the new and larger (two sizes larger to be precise) clothes, the more you feel the dam about to burst. Fighting it is no good, what with the hormones and all, and in a matter of seconds you're a blubbering mess on the bedroom floor.

"Y/N...," Pedro calls up the stairs, "Food's ready." You quickly choke back your sobs as best you can and try not to sound like someone who's just been in the middle of a complete breakdown. "O-kay," you faltered unintentionally. Great, maybe he didn't notice. Oh, but he did notice. His hasty footsteps were a dead giveaway of that fact. Pedro appeared in the bedroom moments later, his brows pinched and deep chestnut eyes full of compassion. "Sweetheart? What's wrong?" he asked dolefully as he slowly lowered himself to the floor next to you, both of you surrounded by your old clothes.

You look up at him through red, puffy eyes. "I'm so f... fat!," you bawled while gripping one of your favourite tops. "I feel like a whale!" Pedro lets out an endearing huff. "What?... It's true!" Bwahhaha!... "Shhh..." Pedro coos into your ear as he takes you in his strong arms. "That's the most ridiculous thing you've ever said. You're not fat and you certainly don't look like a whale," he asserted as he holds your flushed and tear streaked face in his hands and looks directly into your eyes. "You're growing a brand new life in there," he says as he places a hand on your belly. "Of course your body will change and it's a good change."

"I just... can't see how you co...could be attracted to me right now," you wept while looking down. "What?!" Pedro asked incredulously. "Do you have any idea what it does to me seeing you carry and care for my baby?" Pedro wipes your tears away and you look up to meet his eyes once more. "You've never been more beautiful than you are right now, darling. Don't you forget that, okay?" Through calmer breathes you whisper "Okay."

Just as you got semi comfortable you realise you're now quite thirsty. With an annoyed eye roll and a huff, you roll onto your back and push yourself up to reach over for the glass of water on your nightstand. Maybe you moved a little too fast because as you put the glass down you suddenly feel a little light headed. It passed in literally a few seconds. This is nothing compared to the dizzy spells you had to endure a few months ago....

You woke with a start when your phone rang. It might as well have been a bloody foghorn with how it pierced the peace and quiet of the living room. It's Pedro. You haven't seen each other for a few weeks due to his filming commitments but you talk everyday. Swiping the answer button you groggily mumble, "Hello." Hey sweetheart," Pedro began cheerfully, "Thought I'd call you on your lunch break... You okay? You sound funny." "Yeah..." you answer sluggishly, "I'm fine." You know he'll never buy it. "What's wrong?" Pedro asks in an assertive but gentle tone. "Nothing...," you try to placate him.

"...They just sent me home from work because I was having dizzy spells." "Did you call the doctor?" Pedro interjects quickly, his voice laced with concern. You can almost feel his anxiety through the phone. "Not yet. I just needed to lay down for a bit. I'm actually feeling a bit better." Okay, that may have been a white lie but the last thing you want is to cause Pedro any unnecessary worry. But of course he's worried. "Why didn't you call me straight away?" Pedro pressed perturbedly. "I just didn't want to worry you," You answer with a hint of guilt.

"I'm coming home-" "Ped, you can't. You have an interview today-" "They'll understand," he insisted, firmly. "I'm on the next flight home." You know when he speaks in such a final tone that his mind is made up. "Okay," you relent, feeling like a burden, but you know he'd worry like hell if he didn't come back to you right now. Turns out you had low iron levels and low blood pressure. Pedro made you stay off work and re-scheduled his interview with Vanity Fair. He never left your side for the next couple of weeks while you recovered.

Your eyelids feel like they're made of lead but sleep still eludes you. Silently pushing up on your elbows, you peer over Pedro's shoulder at the alarm clock. 2:38 am. You lay back down on your side and your shuffling must have disturbed Pedro because now his arm has found it's way across your side, hand splayed on your back slowly pulling you into his broad body, tucking your head under his chin. He sighs in his sleep and his breathing evens out again as he settles back into slumber. Being wrapped up in the arms of the man you love is absolute heaven for you.

You lay a hand against his chest feeling the calm and slow movements of his thorax. With his arm draped over you it's impossible to not feel safe and protected. It feels like nothing in the world can ever hurt you and your child. Pedro's action's assured you of that when an overly enthusiastic fan verbally abused you one evening....

"The black Audi A6, please." Pedro handed the ticket to the valet as you both stepped out of the restaurant. After two weeks apart this date night is just what you both needed. The morning sickness had finally stopped by your seventh month and you'd been looking forward to this night all week. The clingy, thigh length, black maternity dress you'd bought especially for tonight hugged your bump and the curve of your hips perfectly. You actually felt attractive for the first time in months.

While waiting for the car you slip your hand into Pedro's and place a soft kiss on his shoulder. "Thank you for tonight. It's been perfect," you smiled warmly. Pedro let go of your hand to place his own at your waist, pulling you closer into his chest. "You deserve it, baby," he whispered as his lips brush your hairline. "And by the way," he adds while looking up and down your body, "You look incredible!" Even after all this time together he's still able to make you blush like a teenager. Before you can reply an excited squeal ruptures the still night air. "On my god! Pedro Pascal!" A young woman cries, unable to contain her elation.

She rushes over to you both with two more companions who are equally excited to meet Hollywood's hottest celebrity. The two girls and man couldn't have been older than their mid twenties. "Hi," Pedro smiled and tightened his grip on your waist. He's always been protective of you and now that you're having his baby that protective side has increased exponentially. "Can we have a photo, please!" The other girl asked with a huge grin. "Of course you can," Pedro chirped but didn't release his hold on you. You gently squeeze his hand while peeling it off your hip, a silent 'it's okay' and you excuse yourself to stand several feet away.

You're used to fans approaching, and you love to see how much Pedro's supporters adore him, and that his mere presence whips people up into a frenzy. You smile proudly in adoration, stroking your baby bump as you watch how much of a natural he is with his fans. "Thank you!" "We're huge fans!" "You're amazing!" "We love you!" The words are spilling out of their mouths at the same time, all talking over one another. "Aw, thank you so much, guys. That means a lot," Pedro replies, his beaming smile stretching from one cheek to the other.

While the women are still fussing, the man looks your way and then down to your rounded stomach. "Aww, baby Pascal," he burst vehemently. Suddenly he rushed at you, hands outstretched and a determined look on his face, "Can I feel?" The intensity from this stranger sent you into automatic defence mode for your baby. You step back, instinctively covering your belly just as he's about to grab you, permission or not! "Don't touch me!" you cautioned him, nervously. Pedro's head snapped from the women to your direction at the sound of your alarmed voice.

"Gee's Okay!" the man snapped at you irately. "I only wanted to feel. No need to be such a bitch about it!" He spat the word bitch out like he had a bad taste in his mouth causing your eyes to widen. "The fuck did you just say to her?!!" Pedro exploded as he stood between you and this entitled piece of shit. "Whoa... easy man-" the man stuttered in defence but Pedro cut him off. "You have no right to touch anyone against their will, especially a pregnant woman. And who the fuck do you think you are calling her a bitch because she said no?!" The man stared dumfounded. Pedro leaned in to the man's personal space, seething, "You'd better walk away while you still can!"

You've never seen Pedro this angry, literally shaking with rage, chest to chest with the guy, who looks like he's about to piss himself. His friends pull him away, scolding him in hushed tones and offering apologies to you both. "Baby?..." you soothed while stroking up and down Pedro's arm. He turns to you, chest heaving and still shaking but the moment he locks eyes with you his gaze softens, frown lines un-creasing and muscles relaxing. He wraps his arms around you, kissing the top of your head, languidly. "You're okay, darling. I won't ever let anything happen to you two." And he means that. You can feel the conviction of his declaration as if it were a physical manifestation.

You hadn't even realised you had fallen asleep until you were being jostled awake by a deep, concerned voice. "Y/N... Y/N, wake up." "Hmmm?" you groaned sleepily as you came to, feeling like you could smother Pedro with his pillow for waking you now! "You've got to be fucking kidding me!" annoyance and exhaustion seeped through your words. "Baby, I literally just dropped off!" "The bed's wet!" Pedro quickly replied. "What the?..." It was more of a realisation than a question as you looked down to see your shorts and the mattress completely soaked. "My water's have broken!" you gasp, looking wide eyed into Pedro's equally wide eyes. It's time....

Oh Daddy A Conclusion

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fandom #pedro x reader #pedrohub #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedrostories #pedropascal #pedrito #jose pedro balmaceda pascal

[ty-silva]

REQUEST DENIED

It was the first time he'd seen a request for his usage of one of The Eye's private jets denied. Ever since Damon and Bianca sat on the board, things started... changing. For the better, mostly.

The next day Tyler showed up at Damon's office, who seemed like he was waiting for him. "You haven't completed a contract in months," Damon had replied to Tyler's complaints. "Complete contracts again, and you can use the jet. It's that simple, really." 

———

"It's a reasonable demand, Natasha. I can't keep using the jet like it's mine and not make money for them -- I'll take one contract when we're in Lisbon. It'll be quick and easy and I'll be back in everyone's good graces,” Tyler told his wife that night.

"Damon's good graces," Natasha had replied, correcting him.

A week later, the couple were in Lisbon. After Natasha fell asleep, Tyler was on the move. The target was an hour outside of the city center, tucked away in what was supposed to be a safe house. Clearly, not so safe, Tyler thought to himself as he approached. 

Tyler picked the lock and slipped inside. He held the silenced glock at his side as he made his way through the home - heading toward what he believed was the bedroom, based on the drawings he'd been given. 

There was a noise... A shuffle? The wind billowing in from an open window? Or was it a breath?

Whatever it was, it was followed by a sharp stick to his neck. 

All Tyler remembered was Willa Hargrove whispering, "Time to sleep," in his ear, then he was engulfed by darkness. 

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"What… Fuck.. What the fuck," Tyler heard himself mutter as he forced his heavy eyelids open. The scene his vision came upon was... unexpected. They were in a kitchen. Tyler had been propped in some lounge chair. Damon and Willa Hargove were seated at a small table across the room. Damon was reading a newspaper. Willa was drinking coffee in a lace chemise. Tyler looked down, realizing he wasn't bound to the chair -- again, unexpected. 

"Good morning," Damon replied, not even glancing over. Willa did, though. She smiled sweetly at Tyler. "Do you want anything to eat?" She asked.

Tyler frowned. "N-no... What... What the fuck is this?" 

"We know," Willa quickly replied, her smile ever-growing. Damon shot her a look over the newspaper, sighed, then reluctantly set the paper down onto the table. 

"My wife is referring to your former little drug ring -- the one you maintained with Anna Kovar, and the others," Damon said, his eyes finally meeting Tyler's. "All of whom are dead now. By your hand, if I'm not mistaken. All but one, correct?" Damon paused, hoping Tyler would put together the pieces. 

"You killed her -- Hanna." Tyler's voice remained low -- all the uncertainty before, gone. He suddenly became aware his gun was not on him anymore. 

"Of course we took your gun," Damon said with a raised brow. "But, you don't need it. We mean no harm." He paused, then added, "For now."

Damon then continued. "You ran operations for, what? Four? Five years? From what intel we've gathered -- quite lucrative. And all because you kept everything in the dark, using our company's resources to further your agenda… And wallet..." Damon inhaled sharply, then slowly exhaled. "It was smart, I must admit..." 

"What do you want?" Tyler said with almost a sigh. 

"It's time you get back to work, Tyler. You see, I understand. You saw Wes change his path and you thought you could change yours." Damon's head cocked ever so slightly to the side. "But now, with all this I've got on you? No, no. You're mine. You're coming back to work. You're taking contracts. You're doing what you're good at. No more of this fucking stay-at-home husband bullshit you're doing."  Damon laughed near the end of his "I own you" rant, and Willa giggled a little. "It is kind of sad, Tyler," She said, cheeks pink, head cocking to the side. “Aren't you bored?" 

Tyler's jaw was steel. "I'll start taking contracts again," was all he could bite through his teeth. 

"I'll get Wes next… He’s no Boy Scout either," Damon said with a small smile, and turned his attention back to the newspaper. "You can go now, by the way... Your gun is on the table next to the front door." 

Willa put on her sweet smile again, and waved goodbye.

Tyler thought about what a bullet between her eyes would look like for a moment, then turned and left. 

#( ty narrative ) #( tw. guns and drugs and death )

[folkdances]

FORGIVE ME FOR ASKINF AGAIN but what was the plot of boisvert and its time period? whats the fashion like in the universe?

IT'S OK because i love talking about boisvert more than ANYTHING in the WORLD! ok so boisvert is about merilance, a changeling, and her sister valerie, who both end up stolen away to fairyland because of their aforementioned status of changeling and unclaimed child. they are taken by two fairies claiming to have been sent by merilance’s ‘mother’. they’re taken in by a fairy named braughen, who lets them live in his home with his children: roscobell, andrias, daghain, and floralee & florabell.

braughen lives in the fairy court of the quagmire which is in a period of political instability because it is in the process of planning the annexation of the smaller court of boisvert. quagmire is doing this because the treacherous true ruler of quagmire, pasrsifal priorhark, is believed to be hiding somewhere within boisvert’s borders. merilance and valerie grow up here (they’re taken when they’re about 13-14, and then there is a vague time jump to when they’re in their early 20s) with vastly different goals in mind: merilance wishes to become a knight for quagmire in order to prove herself and protect valerie and get her back home, while valerie wants to stay in fairyland and continue studying magic, which is a science in the world.

merilance meets a scholar by the name of carrier who promises to help her become a knight in exchange for her help in his research into a particular branch of magic known as siphoning. as the story moves on, merilance becomes more and more disillusioned with quagmire’s political agenda, but all of this comes to head when braughen is murdered presumably due to his involvement with an anti-annexation group of radicals known as the priormancia, and his son, andrias, is wrongfully convicted of the crime. much of the first book revolves around merilance, valerie, and roscobell attempting to solve his murder which they learn is inextricably linked to quagmire, its ruler the rosenthral, and the ever-looming shadow of the ever-unknowable parsifal!

time-wise: fairyland exists outside of time. there's a whole diagram i drew but basically fairyland is only able to exist thanks to time that has passed and time that will pass, and so exists sort of next to the 'real' timeline. things move differently there. this reflects in the general structure of fairyland, which is vaguely medieval but more heavily lies on the imagination and what people think a fairyland would look like ^.^ as for what time merilance and valerie are from, they're taken some time in the mid-2010s.

i LOVE the fashion question. it's super stuffy and formal but really it can be whatever because fairies are silly! when drawing, i reference a lot of older illustrations for fairy tales, pantomime and other stageplay costumes, and generally strange and whimsical fits for strange and whimsical fairies. here's some choice picks from the pinterest board for u.

#acorn missives #SORRY. FOR THE LENGTH. OF THIS ASK #brucecity

[multiple-authors]

18 August 2023

It’s my lunch break. I am sat in the park writing - but I left my phone in the restaurant again. I don’t think I’ll need it. I’ll just be surfing the web with no real agenda. I’ll be on Instagram for no reason. The last time I was in this park I was sat with Tommy over there. He’s back in China now with his family. It’s weird to think he’s so far away. I hope he’s ok and things work out for him. A girl just rushed past me chasing a napkin blowing away in the wind. I’m listening to Lana del Rey.

I felt very resistant this morning. I haven’t been to the gym in the past few days as I’d hoped, maybe in the morning if I feel better I will go. The sun is really hot and warm, it feels nice on my skin. It reminds me of Pablo who’s in Portugal at the moment on holiday. I hope he’s having a nice time too. I am letting myself enjoy the sun. I’m glad Ellie is working today, on a double like me. This morning’s shift was pretty busy at times but I enjoyed it. It was with a nice group of people. 

I am thinking of what else I want to say. I am not sure. I am content in this moment. I noticed in my body earlier that it would feel good to stop and pause for a moment and drink a cup of tea on the stairwell. It felt good to breathe and let it out. I am thinking of what else I want to say.

Franny drilled the hole in the wall so I can hang the painting to photograph it. If I’m not too tired in the morning I can photograph it. I really should edit that draft.

I’m noticing myself feeling hesitant about sending off those artist applications. I have just redrafted the messages so I can send them on my five minutes break this evening. I should send them off and see what happens. Anything is possible. I also will write to Marcia who I haven’t heard from in a while. Franny and Lily said she’s having a party soon. I’m working a double today 11:30-close, same again tomorrow and 11-7 on Sunday. Next week I’m working less – I will pick up a shift one becomes available – and otherwise I can focus on my own ideas.

Next week I’d really like to have the painting photographed and posted. I also want to finish the other two smaller paintings. I also want to dedicate some time to this other smaller practice. I just need to breathe first and  It’s about:

Biro sketches for loose compositional and conceptual drawings (Freer to work through images faster and get to the core of my thinking)

Try drawing / painting from imagination small paintings

Finding a shorthand to draw/paint faster

Build technical and aesthetic reference bank :

Make a collection of painted water in art history

Paint from the forestry of Ida lissner

With a particular time limit how do I elevate these loose drawings?

high-impact, consistent, small and habitual actions. 

- Have a project(s) that is a risk

- What daily actions do I take for the art making? The drawings and paintings

Revised:

Risk (easy)

Needs to be high-impact, consistent, habitual. Core of my thinking. Faster.

Use quick biro/ pencil sketches/ drawings to communicate basic idea

Draw/ paint from imagination - elevated

Develop shorthand/ way of painting water and flora and people (use a reference bank but this will build up naturally - look when I need.

Quick and easy actions. The ideas come fast:

Paint on A5

See what happens with shorthand

Take fast photo references if necessary

Work on pieces of paper - need some wood scraps

Line of making that is familiar:

Portraits

Follow line of paintings as I have. Develop with the new concepts I have.

Content: (Just look at soaking wet)

Dead fish* wet bodies *

Hands water running through * and time running through *

Brushes wet *

[spudnikgames]

Devlog 1 - Designing Kero and collecting ideas.

So I think I am at a point to start the Devlog proper. Moving forward everything from here on out should be new production, new ideas, and new work. What better a place to start then with the design of the main character, Kero!

As mentioned before her original design was built entirely as a sprite with no actual reference art. I just started with a mock screenshot and came up with the design seen here.

I didn't really draw anything as I had a pretty good idea to go from right from the beginning of what I wanted. This time, however, because I am planning to be working in the 3rd dimension I felt it was appropriate to test out some designs on paper to model from.

The first one I went for a more detail focused approach based off of Mega Man Zero and Mega Man Maverick Hunter X. This style uses longer limbs that have exaggeration to them in key places such as the head, forearms, hands, and feet.

You may also notice that the original sprite's armor is a bit different than the new concepts. Originally she was going to have a breast plate and more underwear like marking on the suit more reminiscent to Mega Man's design. Since then I have opted for a design more inspired by Protoman and I think it looks better and less goofy than the undies on the outside of the spandex look haha.

While I am indeed happy with how this turned out, after plenty of meditating on it I decided to go ahead and try a different approach that, anatomically, is closer to the proportions of the original sprite.

This design pulls much more from the original sprite but is also HEAVILY inspired by Mega Man Powered Up (Rockman Rockman in Japan) It features a more "chibi" like design with a large head and smaller body with exaggerated proportions.

This design is not only much closer to the original sprite design in terms of body proportions but also has the benefit of a much more stylized look as well as an opportunity for much more exaggerated facial expressions which I believe are important. One of my favorite aspects of games like Wind Waker were the fantastic facial designs.

Overall, I think that the latter will be the design I want to flesh out and work on more for the game and moving forward. Mind you it's still just a sketch even if a colored one.

The next thing on my agenda is to work on some variations of the character. One of the things I am not happy with are her freckles and I would like to re-work them. I also want to mess around with the design of her pupils a bit.

With that said I feel like it's at least a good start design wise and provides plenty of room to expand upon.

I am also working on learning C# through Codecademy for use with Unity and I also need to pick up blender again if my ADHD riddled attention span will allow it.

At the very least I am happy to have gotten something done and I hope you all enjoy the designs.

#gamedev #indie games #devlog #Cyborgirl Kero #Spudnik Games #unity engine #corgi engine #codecademy #Youtube

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Aston Villa 1-2 Liverpool: Sadio Mane proves his class again in Liverpool win over Aston Villa

Throughout a brilliant Liverpool career, Sadio Mane could never be described as a support act - but it does no harm to deliver a timely reminder of why he is virtually indispensable to Jurgen Klopp's team.

The 30-year-old Senegal forward is a quiet, understated personality but a devastating attacking operator who has contributed hugely to Liverpool's resurgence in recent years.

Mane has played key roles in Liverpool winning the Champions League in 2019, then their first English title in 30 years the following season, putting them alongside Manchester City as the Premier League's two stand-out sides and among Europe's elite.

Liverpool win at Villa to keep title hopes alive

And, with one subtle turn of his head, Mane made another crucial contribution at Villa Park - just when Liverpool's attempt to win a historic quadruple looked under further threat after Saturday's draw with Spurs.

Only a win would do for Klopp's men and, with the score locked at 1-1 after 65 minutes, the anxiety was growing.

And then Mane proved his class again.

The outstanding Luis Diaz was the creator with a cross that was not quite inch-perfect, but Mane's awareness, precision and athleticism meant he could angle a header beyond the outstretched left arm of Villa keeper Emiliano Martinez even though he was almost on the retreat.

It was the vital moment, a somewhat chaotic Liverpool display still bringing them the three points that leaves them behind leaders Manchester City only on goal difference with two games to play. City must now respond at Wolves on Wednesday.

Klopp looked like he might have to be surgically removed from around Mane as he hugged the striker after the final whistle, public recognition of his value.

And it all came amid sudden speculation about Mane's long-term Liverpool future.

Aston Villa 1-2 Liverpool: Klopp says victory over Villa is 'massive'

All the attention has centred on whether Mohamed Salah will agree a new Liverpool deal, with negotiations dragging on and no firm resolution in sight - but what about Mane?

Like Salah, Mane's Liverpool contract ends after next season and if Salah's deal is the major item on the agenda for Liverpool's decision makers after Klopp's new deal, then Mane should not be far behind.

He has played 266 games in all competitions since joining Liverpool from Southampton for £34m in June 2016, his goal at Villa bringing his tally to 119. He has scored 22 goals in 48 games in all competitions this season, with 15 goals in 33 league games.

These are high-class statistics that prove Mane is a player of the highest quality. He is unselfish and can work right across the front-three attacking system Klopp prefers.

The names of Bayern Munich and even Real Madrid were mentioned in connection with Mane this week and it is easy to see why any club in Europe would want him - but Liverpool will want him more.

Mane said after his match-winning performance: "I'm honestly very happy. I am just trying to enjoy every moment and assist my team-mates. Without my team-mates, I'm nothing."

Of his burgeoning understanding with the electric Diaz, he said: "We know each other well from training every day. When he got the ball I knew he was going to cross so I was just going to be ready for it."

Klopp, predictably, could barely contain his admiration for Mane.

"He's a machine," said the German. "I told him after the game. He's a massive, massive player. His physicality is brutal, and this mix of technique, desire and then physicality - in the moment when everybody obviously has a few yards in the legs you can see it with him, to be honest. Top goal, a fantastic world class player."

It was some reference from Liverpool's manager for one of Anfield's quiet men.

Mane, meanwhile, let his actions speak for themselves as he kept his team in the hunt for history, with League Cup secured, an FA Cup final against Chelsea at Wembley on Saturday, a Champions League final against Real Madrid at the end of the month and - thanks to his brilliant winner - a Premier League title challenge that is still alive.

[buckaroony]

Wow tablets are surprisingly hard when you’re not used to using them. I should redraw this traditionally and look at the difference. But, like, later. I didn’t put a whole shit ton of effort into this, but I’m working on not beating myself up about my art. Even though I feel like I should be better than I am by virtue of age (it’s ridiculous but that’s a mentality I have).

Anyway though I’ve fallen hard back into warriors so here’s an obligatory self-insert. Their name is Sunspot and they’re from Windclan. They could be a great warrior but they’re a legal liability in battle (They don’t have an ounce of honor in them when it comes to fighting.) and they could be a great medicine cat but they’re a little too squeamish, so they help out wherever possible. They are a gifted hunter though.

#warrior cats #warriors oc #wc oc #next on the agenda: draw again but with a reference this time

[intheticklecloset]

My Hero Academia Sentence Starters #1-10

A collection of the MHA sentence starters I've done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories.

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1) Lee Deku, Ler Kaminari

“How many times do I have to tell you to leave me alone?”

Kaminari blanched, shocked and hurt by Deku’s harsh tone. He took a step back, frowning at the boy who sat at his desk, eyes angry and fists clenched.

However, a moment later it seemed to register with Deku what he’d done, and he instantly went from looking livid to looking guilty. “I’m…I’m sorry, Kaminari. I just…” He sighed heavily. “I want to get this done, and everyone keeps telling me to take a break, but I can’t, I’m so close—”

Kaminari paused, looking at him with concern. “They’re…they’re right, you know. You need to take a break; you’ve been up here for hours. You’ve had half the class tell you to come eat dinner or watch TV or something.”

“I can’t!”

“Yes, you can. If not willingly, then because I’ll make you.”

Deku looked at him, seeing the wiggling fingers seconds before they made contact with his upper ribs, trying to wiggle their way into his underarms, which Kaminari knew was a bad spot. Surprised, panicked giggles spilled from Deku immediately, without his consent. “Nohohohoho! Kaminariehehehehehehe! I h-hahahahahave to fihihihinish--!”

“You’ll finish it after you take a break.” Kaminari finally managed to get into one underarm, nearly toppling Deku out of his chair in a fit of hysterical giggles. “Don’t make me use my tickle-shocks on you. I’ll do it, Midoriya.”

“Nohohohohohohohohoho!” Deku pleaded, squealing when Kami gave up on his other underarm and instead went for his hip. “NAHAHAHA!! OKAY OKAHAHAHAHAY I’LL TAHAHAHAKE A BREAK!!”

Kaminari grinned, satisfied, and tugged Deku out of his chair. “Come on. Dinner and video games. That’s what’s on the agenda for you for the next hour, my friend.”

*

2) Lee Deku, Ler Shinsou

“Wanna show me your face, bashful?”

Deku shook his head, still covering his blushing face. Shinsou smiled down at him, lazily trailing his fingers up and down his boyfriend’s sides, making him squirm and giggle quietly.

“That’s too bad. I guess you really don’t want me to tickle you, then.” Shinsou grinned.

“Shinsou,” Deku whined, “that’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair?”

“I can’t look at you while you’re t…tic…” Deku stammered, trying and failing to say one of his favorite words. Shinsou noticed his ears became as red as his face. “You know.”

“Do I?” The violet-haired boy chuckled lowly, gradually trailing his fingers up into Deku’s underarms. “Come on, Izuku. I want to see your cute face.”

“I c-cahahahahan’t,” Deku whimpered, giggling louder now, at war with himself between bringing his arms down protectively or keeping his face covered up. “You’re so mehehehehean…”

“Aww, but I want to see that big smile of yours.” Shinsou gently grasped his wrists. “Let me see you, Izuku.”

“Nohohohoho…” Deku kept giggling even though Shinsou wasn’t tickling him anymore, his hands gradually pulled away from his face. He twisted his head to the side, squeezing his eyes shut. Shinsou took the opportunity to begin nibbling on his exposed neck. Deku jerked beneath him, trying to cover up again, but this time Shinsou held his wrists firmly and wouldn’t let go. “Nohohohohoho! S-Shinsou, no fahahahahahahair!”

“You are literally the cutest thing on this planet,” Shinsou murmured between nibbles. “Sorry, Izuku – I’m not letting you hide this time~”

*

3) Lee Todoroki, Ler Kirishima

“Put me down,” Todoroki said.

Kiri grunted. “Nah, man, I got you. Go ahead.”

“You’re going to drop me.”

“I’m unbreakable.”

“I’m not.” Todoroki gripped Kirishima’s shoulders with his legs. He was perched precariously on them, trying to change a lightbulb in the living room. Rather than get a chair from the kitchen, Kiri had suggested using him as a boost, which Todoroki was now seriously regretting. “Kirishima, just put me down and let’s get a chair. It’ll be safer than whatever this is.”

“I got you, Todo,” Kiri replied, holding him firmer for emphasis. “Go ahead and change it.”

Todoroki rolled his eyes. He wasn’t playing this game today. Rather than do as Kiri said, he reached down to scribble into his open underarms, making the redhead yelp and tumble backwards, losing his footing and falling toward the couch.

Todoroki quickly made an ice slide for himself, knowing he’d fall over the back of the couch if he didn’t. Once they were separated – Kiri on the sofa, Todoroki on the floor – the icy-hot hero sighed. “Look what you made me do. I’m going to have to explain to Mr. Aizawa why the living room got drenched in cold water now.”

The next thing he knew, Kiri had leapt over the side of the couch and used his own slide to meet him on the floor, quickly straddling him and digging his thumbs into his hips. “If you’d have just changed the light bulb this wouldn’t have happened, Todo.”

“If yohohohohohou’d just puhut me dohohohown--!”

“I told you I had you, man.” Kiri smirked. “This is what you get for doubting me.”

*

4) Lee Aizawa, Ler Present Mic

“Wake up, sleepyhead!” Present Mic turned on the classroom lights, grinning at his friend who lay bundled up like a caterpillar in the corner of the room. “Lunch is almost over!”

“Go away,” Aizawa muttered.

“Your kiddos are going to be back any second!”

“I know.”

“You have to get up!”

“Let me sleep, curse you.”

Mic grinned even wider, striding over to Aizawa and yanking down the zipper on his sleeping bag. “Up, up, up!”

“Ungh.” Aizawa allowed himself to be pulled out of his warm cocoon, but made no effort to stand or do anything more than go limp. “You’re so annoying.”

After successfully managing to get his friend out of his hiding place, Mic crouched down behind him an drilled his fingers into his underarms.

“Nahaha-! Whahat the-?! Mihihihic!” Aizawa screeched, trying to roll over, but Mic pinned his arms to the floor with his knees and kept tickling. “Stohohohohp!”

“Get up, get up! The second half of the day is about to begin!”

“Dohohohohohon’t you hahahave somewhere to be?!”

“I do!” Mic laughed. “Right here, tickling you awake. Look alive – the students are coming!”

“Gehehehehet off, you annoying loudmouth!” Aizawa finally managed to wiggle his way free, scrambling to his feet while Mic got to his nonchalantly, the first of his students from Class 1-A walking through the door not a second later. Aizawa glared at Mic. “I have work to do.”

“You bet you do,” Mic replied, smirking. He turned and waved over his shoulder.

*

5) Lee Todoroki, Ler Iida

“I know you can do it!” Iida encouraged, unable to help but smile at his friend’s predicament. “I’ve almost got it; hang in there!”

“I CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T!!” Todoroki screamed, laughing hysterically as the marker dragged up and down his foot, drawing patterns on it he couldn’t see. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE IIDA!!”

The class rep was currently drawing a map to all the pressure points in the foot, both as practice for himself and a reference for his friend to use later. He’d been surprised when Todoroki offered to let him draw on him, and even more surprised to learn how incredibly ticklish his icy-hot friend was. He smiled at the hysterics he was inadvertently producing, holding onto Todoroki’s toes to keep his foot as still as possible.

All of it was driving Todoroki up the wall. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! PLEHEHEHEASE I CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAHAKE IT!! IT TIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLES, IIDA!!”

“I’ve only got a couple left,” Iida replied over the loud laughter, grinning. “You can do it.” He resisted the urge to scribble wildly just because he could. He did have a job to do. “Just one more!”

Todoroki tossed his head back and laughed louder and wilder than Iida had ever heard before when he dragged the marker’s tip along the space just below the ball of his foot. If he weren’t in the room to know what was happening, he’d think his friend was being brutally attacked.

Finally, he pulled the pen away, released his friend, and sat back. “There! All done!”

Todoroki collapsed with relief, gasping for breath, still giggling. “T-That was awful.”

Iida grinned. “Ready to do the other foot?”

“No!!”

*

6) Lee Deku, Ler All Might

“I thought heroes were supposed to be strong,” All Might teased, smiling at Deku. He pressed his thumbs into the soft flesh of the boy’s sides, earning the brightest, bubbliest giggles in return.

“I ahahaham strong!” Deku insisted, squirming but not trying to stop him. “I can tahahahahake it!”

“Oh, can you, now?” All Might hummed. Suddenly his soft pressing became rougher digging, and Deku knew immediately he’d regret saying that he could handle it. “We’ll see how long you can last against the number-one hero.”

“F-Fohohohohohohormerly!” Deku reminded him, always one for accuracy. However, as soon as the words were out, he wished he could take them back. “Nohohohohoho, wahahahahait, I mehehean-!”

“You wound me, young Midoriya.”

“I’m sohohohohohohorry, I dihihihihidn’t-!”

“Take this!” All Might suddenly tackled him to the floor, pinning him in place as he scribbled his fingers up and down the boy’s torso, and Deku tossed his head back and screeched with panicked, excited laughter.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! ALL MIHIHIHIHIHIHGHT!!”

“Have you forgotten, Midoriya?” The former pro hero laughed. “I am still here!”

*

7) Lee Kaminari, Ler Bakugou

“Be careful where you put that thing!” Denki cried, jumping out of the way.

Bakugou gave him a sideways look. “It’s a hand buzzer. It can’t hurt that bad.”

“No, it doesn’t hurt.” The electric blonde huffed out a breath. “It tickles. Watch where you’re aiming it.”

There was a long, long pause.

Bakugou glanced at the item in his hand, then up at Denki, and he grinned evilly. “It tickles, huh?”

Denki turned on his heel and bolted, but not fast enough. Bakugou had him tackled to the ground and pinned to the floor within moments, the hand buzzer pressed into his side.

“NahahaHAHAHAHAHA!! NOHOHOHOHO!!” Denki cried, laughter bursting from him before he could think about it. “Dohohohohon’t! That reheheheally t-tihihiHIHIHIHCKLES!! BAKUGOU!!”

Bakugou laughed, pressing the buzzer everywhere he could. Sides, ribs, shoulder blades, lower back. All of it made Denki squirm and cackle beneath him, begging him to stop. “You’ve got to be kidding me! If this tickles you so bad, what are tasers like?”

“WOHOHOHOHOHOHORSE!!” Denki screamed, pounding the ground with his fist. “PLEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IT!!”

“You know they’re worse?!” Bakugou laughed again, but he relented and let him go. “Have you been tasered before?”

Denki groaned. “Shut up.”

*

8) Switches Todoroki and Deku

“I just wanted a hug!” Todoroki cried, trying desperately to get away from Deku’s strong grip around his back. “Midoriya!”

“You’re getting one,” Deku replied, grinning, digging his fingertips into Todoroki’s ribs. “A tickly one.”

“You sneheheaky little-!”

“Aww, was that a giggle?”

“Of cohohohourse it was!”

“You’re so ticklish it’s adorable, Todoroki.”

The icy-hot hero blushed, squirming, trying to get away. “Stohohohop!” He grabbed onto Deku’s hip and squeezed. “Lehehet me go!”

“AIEE!!” Deku shrieked, pulling away so hard he actually took Todoroki with him, tumbling backwards and landing with a crash on the floor. Unfortunately, that left the half-and-half boy on top of him, and he was still squeezing Deku’s hip. “NAHAHAHAHAHA!! TODOROKIEHEHEHEHE!!”

“Whaaaaat?” Todoroki teased, getting settled, completely unbothered by the hands pushing at his head, his shoulders, anything they could reach. “I just want to give you a tickly hug, Midoriya~”

*

9) Lee Todoroki, Ler Momo

“For being such a tickle monster, you’re awfully ticklish,” Momo observed, smiling.

Todoroki lay on the ground, curled onto his side as she dug into his ribs and underarm, and he was giggling hard into the carpet. “I knohohohohohohohow!”

“Is that what you were trying to do? To get me to fight back and tickle you?” she teased, rolling him onto his back and squeezing a thigh, making him jerk and let out a loud bark of laughter. “Ooh, good spot?”

“NOHOHOHOHOHO!!” Todoroki cried. He couldn’t believe how fast the tables had turned on him. One minute he’d had Momo pinned beneath him, and now here he was beneath her, laughing helplessly as her nimble fingers danced all over his torso and now his thighs. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE NOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!”

“You’re just so cute like this, Todoroki. How can I stop now?” With that, she straddled his knees and grasped both thighs, kneading deeply and sending him into fits of hysterical cackling he had no control over whatsoever. “Aw, tickle, tickle~”

“MOMO, STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” He pleaded, pounding the ground. “YOU WIHIHIHIN!! I GIHIHIHIHIHIHIVE UP!!”

“Sorry,” she replied, not sounding sorry at all. “You’ll have to beg a little more than that~”

*

10) Lee Shigaraki, Ler Dabi

“Why are you always so grumpy?”

Shigaraki held perfectly still, staring Dabi in the eye, unwilling to give in. The fire-wielding villain had his hand wrapped around him as though going in for a side-hug, but the press of fingers into his ribs told Shigaraki that he was being anything but friendly.

“Why are you always so optimistic?” Shigaraki spat back. “It makes me sick.”

“Sorry, boss. Can’t help it, I suppose. Much like you probably can’t help being grumpy all the time.” Dabi let a slow, confident smirk creep across his face. “But I can fix that for you.”

“I don’t need fixing.”

“Oh, you need way more fixing than any of us will ever be able to help you with,” Dabi replied, digging his fingers in a little more. “But for now, I think this will do.”

Shigaraki tensed. The way they were positioned, he couldn’t easily get out of Dabi’s grip, and if he touched him with all of his fingers without thinking, he’d turn the fiery villain – quite ironically – to ash. “Don’t – don’t touch me, Dabi.” The league’s boss grunted and squirmed, but Dabi kept up. “This isn’t funny. Let me go.”

“Wow, listen to that! The boss is begging me to let him go.”

“I’m not begging,” Shigaraki snapped. “I’m demanding.” There was a pause, and then a sudden screech as a loud bout of laughter escaped him. He collapsed onto Dabi’s chest with unstoppable giggles that he hated himself for letting free. “Nohohohohoho! Stohohohohohop it!”

Dabi chuckled. “So the boss is ticklish, eh?” He wrapped both arms around him and pulled him in close, drilling his fingers into his ribs and sides and belly in rapid succession, and Shigaraki was helpless to the laughter that poured out of him in response. “That’s good to know.”

#fanfiction #tickle fic #tickle drabble #compilation #quick prompts #boku no hero #my hero academia #bnha #mha #sentence starters

[bothcreativitybois]

The Mayors Sweet Treat Chapter 5

Wordcount: 2430

Ship: Intruality

TWs: Food, dog, swearing, sexual references, spicy thoughts (not smutty)

Chapters: 1 2 3 4

Taglist: @crazydemigod666 @star-crossed-shipper @idont-freaking-know @someoneiwasnt @seraphiie @the-sympathetic-villain @cute-and-angsty-princess @lonelymuffin @bloodymari-0666 @im-an-anxious-wreck @newtnotfound @fantasticallytired @obsessive-fallen-angel

“You’re good!” Patton shouted as Remus backed into the narrow driveway next to the bakery. His truck was filled with paints, tools, hardware supplies and a very happy looking dog. Janus stood by watching to make sure Remus didn’t hit anything. When The truck was backed in enough Remus killed the engine and jumped out, Patton rushed up to the tray of the truck and began petting the dog. Cain happily soaked up the love, Remus began hauling items out of the truck. “Who are you baby? You’re adorable!” Patton cooed, Remus smiled and Janus rolled his eyes.

“His name is Cain.” Remus said and grunted as he pulled out a metal tool box. “If you scratch his chin he’ll never leave you alone.”

“He also eats my food and doesn’t pay rent so I wouldn’t mind that.” Janus added. Cain jumped out of the truck and Patton knelt down to scratch his chin as instructed. Cain put up his head and closed his eyes.

“Oh you’re so cute! I love you!” Patton continued, Remus couldn’t stop watching him. The little dimples in his cheeks, how much love was in his eyes when he looked at Cain, Remus wondered what it would be like to have Patton look at him like that. His mind raced back to the thoughts he had a few days ago.

“Damn, you’re so cute.” Patton whispered as he bit his lip. Remus was on top of Patton and his hair perfectly fell around Patton’s face, creating a tunnel for just the two of them. Remus lent down and pressed his forehead against Patton’s, both men closing their eyes. Remus’ breath caught in his throat which caused him to let out a small noise. “I lo-.”

Remus was brought back with a pinch to his ribs.

“Ow, what the fuck?” Remus exclaimed as he swatted away Janus’ hand. These thoughts were getting out of hand. Yes they were fun but very distracting and uncontrollable.

“Roman told me to do it if you got distracted.” Janus shrugged and walked away with a crate of spray paints. Patton felt guilty for not doing anything, he joined Remus at the back of the truck.

“What can I do?” Patton asked. Remus looked around a moment, not sure how much Patton could carry.

“Uh, can you get that ladder for Janus?” Remus replied. “Only if you can.” Remus worried. Patton smiled smugly. He leant forward and dragged the ladder out, easily carrying it with one hand. He walked past Remus just as Janus walked back over.

“I carry ten kilo bags of flour two at a time.” Patton looked back and flashed a smile. “Don’t worry about me, honey.” Patton walked away and Remus followed half stammering some apologies. 

Jan: Just talk to him ffs he looks incapable of hurting you 

Virgil sat on the kitchen counter while Patton ran around grabbing ingredients, Janus and Remus were working in the other room. Virgil balanced a phone between his shoulder and ear, hold music played loudly from it.

“What are they saying?” Patton whispered. Virgil put up a finger as a signal to wait.

“That makes no sense, you would’ve known the location before taking the order. If it was too remote you shouldn’t have taken the order in the first place.” The voice began again but it wasn’t long before Virgil interrupted. “No, I understand but you should have contacted him, or at the least gave him an answer instead of bouncing him between numbers. Will we be getting a refund?” Virgil swung his legs off the table as the voice spoke more, Patton began dropping ingredients into a mixer. “That isn’t how it works, your contract said you’d deliver th-” Virgil was cut off by the voice followed with a disconnect sound. He threw down his phone and pressed his hands to his face. He took a deep breath and ran his hands through his hair.

“They don’t have my sign do they?” Patton asked sadly. Remus walked over to the kitchen entrance to listen in. 

“No they have it, but they won’t deliver to such a remote location. It’s at a warehouse in the city. They’ll refund the delivery fee but you have to pick up the sign yourself.” Virgil explained. Patton put down the top of the mixer and clicked it on before turning to Virgil.

“How? My car is tiny!” Patton panicked, Remus quickly moved to him and put a hand on his shoulder as comfort.

“It’s alright.” Remus soothed. “I’ll go get it for you tomorrow.” Patton felt guilty. All these people were so quick to help him but he had nothing to give in return.

“No I need you for the picnic.” Patton reminded him. Remus had influence and in his own way always knew what he was doing, that made Patton feel comfortable. The confidence he exuded was…

“I’ll go get it now then.” Remus suggested. He took out some keys and spun them around his finger. “Virge, message me the address.” Remus liked long drives, they helped him think. And with everything that was happening, the thoughts he was having, he could use some time to think. Patton looked around, seeing who he would be left alone with. He didn’t have a problem with making friends usually but two people he’d just met?

“I can’t ask you to do that, Remus.” Patton said, hoping Remus would catch the hint. Unfortunately he didn’t.

“It’s all good, just watch Cain for me until I’m back. He doesn’t like long drives.” Remus informed as he walked out the door. The elderly cattle dog padded up to Patton and leant on his leg, his innocent puppy eyes were very different to his owner's devilish gleam. Patton wanted to scratch him but needed to check his batter.

Quite a few minutes of awkward silence went by. Patton tasted his batter and added some more tweaks, Janus used a thick lead pencil to sketch a drawing to paint over and Virgil did… something on his phone. Janus looked into the kitchen, Virgil looked awkwardly across at Patton. He sighed. Virgil wasn’t the biggest fan of new people and Patton clearly was caught off guard with Remus’ dramatic exit. Janus pulled out his phone and texted Virgil.

Virgie: hnnngg social anxiety

Jan: Just ask if he needs help!

“How much business can a sign company have?” Virgil complained, Patton laughed across the room. Finally the hold music halted and Patton heard a voice drone through the phone. “Hello, I am calling on behalf of Froggy And Doggy Bakery. We ordered a sign last year and it still hasn’t arrived.” Virgil said in a professional voice. The person on the other end typed some stuff then told him something. Patton put down the eggs he had in his hands and rushed in front of Virgil.

Virgil looked over at Janus who nodded gently in response, Virgil took a deep breath.

“Patton?” Virgil said across the room. Patton looked up from mixing some flavours through the batter. “Is there… can I help?” Virgil mumbled. Patton wasn’t surprised anymore, he began thinking maybe all the tall men in this town had an agenda to kill him with favours. He giggled and pointed to a few aprons on a hook.

“Grab one and come over here.” Patton smiled. Virgil walked to the hook and pulled off a pink apron, he tied it up and joined Patton at the mixer. Patton pulled out a toothpick and dipped it in the mixture before thrusting it to Virgil. “Try this.” Virgil took the stick and licked off the batter. The delicate and fluffy batter had a strong punch of lemon and vanilla. The flavours tingled the back of Virgil’s jaw.

“That’s nice but maybe a little… strong.” Virgil shared. Patton laughed and took back the toothpick to throw away.

“The flavour will dilute after baking, it has to be strong or you won’t taste it.” Patton clarified. He threw the toothpick into the sink and rummaged in a draw, pulling out some dainty white mini cupcake papers and a large patty cake tray. “Can you put one paper in each tray? I have to take out the meringues." Patton looked across the room to see Janus had abandoned the drawing and was in the kitchen entrance. Patton walked across to the oven and pulled out a tray of cute pastel pink meringues shaped like flat roses. Virgil began dropping the papers into the tray. The large tray probably had two dozen holes, each no bigger than an inch in diameter. Janus leant down to pet Cain while the others worked. Patton used a spatula to scrape off the sweet treats and place them in a plastic container. Janus watched Patton's hands, how smoothly he scraped off a meringue with one thrust and gently laid it on top of the others in the container. It looked effortless yet Janus was sure if he tried he'd snap at least half of them in two. Patton noticed Janus staring from the corner of his eye, he tried his best to stay calm and focus. Meringues were small and light, which means they're easy to crush. He was thankful he had Virgil to take care of the patty cake papers so he could focus and take his time. Patton placed the last meringue in the container and looked up in time to see Virgil place the last paper. 

He’s really nice albeit a little dry and blunt.

"Thanks. I'll put in the batter to make sure they all have the right amount." Patton thanked. Virgil nodded and looked up at Janus, he smiled smugly.

“Wrist is tired, needed a break.” Janus opposed in a friendly tone. “Also couldn’t miss you wearing that cute pink apron.” Janus chuckled as he turned around his phone to show a picture of Virgil in the apron holding the small cake papers, Patton also stifled a laugh. Virgil took off the apron and hung it back up.

“Send that to anyone and I’ll add another 10 hours to your community service.” Virgil warned.

“Too late.” Janus smirked. “Officer Honeycutt loves seeing her recovered little delinquent.”

“Well we can’t all be teenagers graffitiing forever.” Virgil shot back. Patton looked up.

“Who is Officer Honeycutt?” Patton asked, both boys looked over like they had forgotten he was there.

“My mother.” Janus said as he put away his phone. “Don’t worry, she doesn’t give anyone trouble. Most she’ll do ya for is drunk and disorderly but you don’t seem that type.” Virgil and Janus laughed, but it felt friendly. Not like laughing at Patton but joking with him. He laughed too.

“And Virgil does?” Patton joked, both men laughed again and shared a look.

“You’d be surprised what he used to get up too.” Janus eluded. Virgil hit him in the shoulder and picked up his bag. Patton’s nerves had disappeared, he wasn’t sure when but they were gone.

“I’m going to get myself a coffee and take Cain out for a bathroom break.” Virgil announced before turning to point at Janus. “Play nice.” Janus smirked.

“How nice exactly?” Janus asked mischievously. Virgil gave him a serious stare, Janus put up his hands in surrender. “Alright!” He surrendered. Virgil left with Cain and suddenly Patton was alone with Janus. He had no problem with Janus but out of all the friends Patton had met he seemed the most critical. Or more accurately, most straightforward with his judgement. Patton began scooping batter into the papers with two metal spoons. Janus entered the kitchen and sat on a counter, closely watching. Patton was a man in chains, facing the judge and waiting for his sentence. Remus’ voice echoed through his head.

Patton tried his best to focus. Everything would be fine.

“What makes you think Remus is so sexy?” Janus said suddenly and plainly. Patton dropped the spoons in shock and batter splattered over a few of the papers. His face burned a furious red. Patton looked back at Janus who was unfazed. “Is it his moustache?”

“Shouldn’t you be drawing?” Virgil teased as Patton gathered more items.

“That- I don’t-” Patton tried as he shakily recovered the spoons. His head raced. He didn’t think of Remus like that… did he? Even if he did he was too busy to make a move. And with everything that happened with his last partner he wasn’t sure if he was ready to move on. He attempted to gather all his thoughts into a sentence. “I don’t have time to think of Remus like that and he doesn’t think of me that way either so what’s the point?” He hoped that answer was good enough. He cleared his mind and went back to scooping batter.

“Funny, most people don’t answer when I ask them stuff like that.” Janus remarked. “They usually tell me not to ask stuff like that or refuse to answer.” Janus laughed slightly.

“I’m sure you mean well.” Patton answered. “Maybe you’re trying to protect Remus, maybe you’re trying to get to know my taste, or maybe you’re just curious. But I don’t think you’re asking for malicious intent.” Patton turned around and gave Janus a reassuring smile, he looked away.

“And how do you know that?” Janus pressed. Patton put down the spoons and picked up the tray of batter.

“You don’t seem that type.” Patton repeated with a wink. He adjusted the heat on the oven and slid in the tray all the while Janus watched him in thought.

“What if you did have the time?” Janus asked abruptly. “To think of Remus.” Patton took a moment. He brought up thoughts of Remus, thoughts where he wasn’t worried about the bakery or his mother. He smiled as he ran the scenarios through his head.

“Yeah, maybe something could happen.” Patton admitted. “But like I said, I’m pretty sure Remus doesn’t think of me that way.” He didn’t even know if Remus was into guys. He’d made the mistake of assuming that before, it didn’t turn out well.

“Interesting.” Janus muttered as he walked back to the wall he was sketching on. “Remus isn’t easy to deal with sometimes. He’s loud, will do his best to annoy you and is unpredictable. But he seems to have taken a liking to you, so here’s a little advice: set up your boundaries or he’ll tear right through you.” Janus’ advice seemed bittersweet but it did get Patton thinking.

Remus seemed gentle with him so far, was that good or bad?

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[tonystarktogo]

Part 3 of the SNEAK ‘verse

Four months later, Tony has successfully hidden three different back-up power sources for JARVIS in vacation homes his parents’ hopefully won’t ever find out they own. He’s already working on better solutions and improving JARVIS’s safety, but for now it’s a start.

They can work with this.

Roughly nine weeks after Tony’s twenty-third birthday and a particularly exhausting dinner filled with unwelcome career advise, Tony Stark walks out of his parents’ mansion and doesn’t come back.

[He leaves a note. He’s not a complete jackass. Also JARVIS insisted.]

[continues under the cut]

Tony disappears in a small, unremarkable apartment in a small town in Pennsylvania. It’s a temporary solution, one that is unfortunately necessary while Tony plans his next move. He already knows where he’s going to resurface, where he’ll establish himself officially — there’s no place like NYC if you want to entrench yourself in the super community, particularly on the vigilante front — but from the moment he does that, people will be watching.

And that’s not Tony’s arrogance talking. The fact remains, Tony Stark establishing himself in a super community will draw attention. Some of it will be inconvenient but harmless and ultimately fade the moment a new supervillain disrupts everyday life. Some of it won’t be.

[There’s a reason why the first step in the plan has been to create an AI that people would label SKYNET if they had any idea of its existence and it wasn’t because Tony needs a personal assistant to remember his parents’ birthdays. If he wants to actually succeed, to establish himself as a useful resource for supers, then the privacy and safety of his customers is paramount.

There’s also the fact that Tony is a noisy little shit who likes being able to hack into the various three-letter-intelligence services whenever the mood strikes him and assistance is appreciated, but that’s really just a bonus.]

People will dig into Tony once he makes his intentions clear. Because supers. Supers have been the most polarizing topic on the world’s collective political agenda since their first creation and times may have changed but not by that much.

So. By the time Tony opens his business for the first time, he needs to have everything in place. The safe houses. The back-up safe houses. The storage places. The identities and resources to fall back on in case his home will get compromised. Which — considering Tony is planning on dealing with superheroes and supervillains — will happen. It’ll only be a matter of time.

And Tony is many things, brilliant, confident, arrogant, human, but no one has ever accused him of being stupid. Opening up a super-focused business is gonna step on a lot of toes, piss a lot of powerful people off and raise the interest of even more. But if it was easy, Tony wouldn’t bother, would drop the idea on some of his over-eager college friends, give them a couple of hundred thousand to get them started and revisit their efforts again in a year or two.

Tony’s doing it because it’s gonna be tough, because it’s gonna be tricky. And. Because Tony Stark will be a hell of a lot harder to disappear than most. [But not impossible. Hence the creation of JARVIS. And the Legacy Protocol.]

With Phase 1: Build the World’s Most Kickass AI — from now on referred to as this operation’s Head of Cyber Security and Market Analysis — completed, Tony has two months to put Phase 2: Back-ups B to Z and Phase 3: Build a HQ Worthy of the Cause into place. It’s not a lot of time, but that’s as long as Tony can reasonably disappear without anyone asking too many inconvenient questions or getting too suspicious. [Especially once Tony pops back up with all these nice, dangerous ideas and plans.]

Besides Tony’s always thought that the deadline is it’s own kind of inspiration.

"Alright then." He cracks his knuckles, which earns him JARVIS’ judging silence, and opens a new window on his newly-acquired computer. "Let’s fuck up a lot of plans and have fun doing it."

JARVIS, the party-pooper, plays the audio recording of a very done-with-your-shit™ exhausted sigh. Tony can’t even be annoyed at the lack of faith because his baby boy is developing a sense of humor. [Even if all of Rhodey’s many warnings come true and J ends up taking over the world, at least he’ll do it with awesome quips and fucking style.]

#ReRe writes #Tony and his bots #meaning JARVIS but JARVIS counts okay #Tony Stark #JARVIS #SNEAK verse #this could've been a villain's origin story 'verse #fic #basically Tony's backstory in this 'verse #listen he put a lot of effort into this plan #like he genuinely made SKYNET just because he needed decent cyber security #meanwhile there's Rhodey shouting THAT MOVIE WASN'T A FUCKING INSPIRATION YOU MORON #but Tony just bobs his head to music and let's JARVIS hack Rhodey's phone and mess with his contact list #superheroes and supervillains are known and (fairly) common #Tony's relationship to his parents is complicated #but when is it not

[chibinekochan]

Asking the brothers to be your "lip model"

Based on a request.

Common scenario:

You are at your wits' end. After staring at drawing references for hours, and trying all of the tutorials you could find, you are about to cry. It's just no use!

The lips you draw just don't look good at all.

You need a model and that asap.

Then you spot one of the brothers who has nothing better to do.

With a smile, your sketchbook, and well-placed puppy eyes, you go over to him.

  Asmodeus

"Hey Asmo, could you help me out?"

"Hmm... sure what do you need?"

"I really need a model as a reference to draw lips." You ramp up the puppy eyes.

“Oh, you have come to the right person. I will gladly model for you." Asmo seems delighted.

"Thank you so much Asmo, you are the best." You make sure to make him feel good about his offer.

"No problem, is there a certain pose you want to draw? I mean I have only good sides so no worries there." Asmo smiles and makes a few different faces.

"It's alright just like this. I just need a real close view if that's okay with you?"

"Sure, come as close as you need to but I won't guarantee that I won't kiss you." Asmo smiles sweetly.

"I mean I wanted to give you a payment later but I don't mind doing it now."

"Hehe, you know me too well. Okay, just one kiss now and then you can pay me the rest later in private. I can give you some more reference poses too if you want." Asmo looks forward to that treatment.

"Maybe another day for today it's only your mouth and for the payment well I'm open to negotiating later." You play along with his flirting while finishing your drawing after the promised kiss.

   Leviathan

"Hey Levi, I could use your help."

"Huh? Me? Why me? I mean I don't mind but I don't even know why you are talking to me." Levi is confused.

"Pretty please?! You will be my hero!" You turn the puppy eyes to the max.

Levi shifts around, but he knows that he already lost. "Alright, fine. I will help you. What do I need to do?"

You smile. "I need you to model for me."

Levi almost falls over. "Wait, hold on a minute! YOU want ME to model for you? I mean aren't their better people here that you can ask?"

" I don't see why not?! You already agreed to help me so please??" You don't see the issue at all.

Levi crumbles under your begging eyes. "Alright, alright… I'm your best friend so it's my job to help you. So Ummm what do I need to do?"

"Sweet, just sit still and let me draw your lips." You get in a good position.

Leviathan blushes and can barely look at you.

You gaze at his face and move ever so slightly closer, to get a really good look at his lips.

Levi starts to move around and is covering his face.

"Hold still Levi."

"Sorry... It's just that you are so close… it makes me nervous." Levi tries and fails to sit still.

"What are you afraid that I'm going to bite you?" You laugh. "Don't worry, the worst thing I will do is kiss you." You playfully wink at him.

Levi blushes again. "We-we are in public!" This seems to be the first thing that came to his mind.

So you decide to tease him a little. "Ah, so it would be okay to kiss you in private?"

Levi looks very troubled now and also very red. "Wait a moment, hold it right there." He uses his arms to shield himself from the attack. Levi then takes a deep breath.

"Alright, so Ummm fine you can kiss me in private. I mean unless you are joking and just play with me then you are banned from kissing me!" He stammers a bit but his point stands.

You feel pretty proud of him right now.

"Alright, in that case, I will give you later a kiss or two in your room." You aren't playing with him after all.

    Mammon

"Mammon good that you are here. I could use your modeling skills right now."

"So you need MY professional help? Well, as your first demon I guess I just have to help you." Mammon's ego got a huge boost from your request.

"Thank you Mammon, you are the best." You just decide to gloss over the second half of his response and move across from Mammon to get a better look.

"I am? I mean, of course, I'm the best. So umm what pose should I strike… Ummmm I mean you don't require me to get naked or something like that right?!" Mammon shifts from being confident to insecure within one second.

"No, I just want to draw your lips. Well at least for now." You give him a small wink and smile.

Mammon blushes. "You can't just say something like that. It's unfair you know." He pouts a little.

Mammon is kinda cute like this, but you don't mention it and get to work.

Mammon looks slightly nervous at you.

Even more so when you move very closely.

"Hey what are you planning to do?!" Mammon seems unsure how to feel about this.

"Hm? I'm just drawing, see?" You show Mammon the rough, still unfinished, drawing of his lips.

"It looks very good already and I just mean because, you know, you are so close. I could almost you know…kiss you…" Mammon looks away, feeling a bit bashful.

"Do you want to kiss me?" You grin at him, knowing the answer.

"Do I have to spell it out for you?" Mammon sighs and looks you straight into your eyes. "Fine, I want to kiss you. There I said it, are you happy now?"

"Yes, very happy." You smile and to prove your point you kiss him.

    Belphegor

"Belphie, do you have time right now?"

"Well, I was about to take a nap but if it's not too much of a hassle I can help." Belphie shrugs, a bit indifferent.

"I just need your help with drawing lips. All you have to do is stay still."

"Well, that doesn't seem to be that hard. Fine, you can draw me while I nap." Belphie doesn't seem to care or mind.

He just gets comfortable with his pillow.

You take your supplies and move across from him.

He closes his eyes and you start to work.

You move a bit closer and then even closer until you almost touch his face.

His eyes fluttering open. "Hey, what are you planning to do?"

"I'm just drawing your lips." You point to your sketchbook.

"You are pretty close for that. Are you sure that you don't have some hidden agenda?" Belphie looks at you with suspicion in his voice.

"What kind of agenda would that be? You know I would never hurt you." You feel slightly offended.

"I know. I didn't mean that. I meant something else like hmm kissing me for example. Like sleeping beauty you know?" Belphie smiles sheepishly.

"So you think of yourself as a sleeping beauty?" You can't help yourself but giggle.

"Well no. I'm not Asmo. I know that you are the pretty one in this relationship. I just meant that you would try to wake me up with a kiss." Belphie blushes slightly.

"You can be pretty sweet at times, you know that. I mean if you want to I can wake you up with a kiss when I'm done." You smile at Belphie.

"Maybe but don't tell that to anyone. You will ruin my reputation." Belphie smiles in a very kind way. "So anyway how much longer will that drawing of yours take?"

"It's almost done. Take a look." You show the drawing to Belphie.

"Good work. I would say you did enough for one day. So come here and take a nap with me." Belphie looks at you with puppy eyes.

Very cheap tricks right there. Sadly they are your weakness. "Okay, but only if you don't use me as a pillow again."

"I can't promise that, since you are the best pillow."Belphie just shrugs and pulls you closer.

You can't win against him and kiss him before going for a nap.

   Satan

"Satan, I have a favor to ask of you."

"Hm? What do you need?"

"I need help with drawing lips so I want you to model for me."

"Ah, I see. I can't say that I'm a professional model but if you need help with that, then sure why not." Satan seems strangely eager but you just ignore that.

You get your supplies and move across from him.

You start working but soon you notice that Satan is stiff as a board. " Satan, please just relax."

"Sorry I guess I'm just kinda nervous when you stare that much."

"I see. I just want to draw this as well as possible. Just try to think about something else. Maybe you can read something?" You want Satan to relax.

"Yeah, I can try that but won't the book be in the way?"

"It should be fine if you hold it a bit away from your face but it might be hard to read. Oh wait, here is a magazine from Asmo. You can just look through that." You just see the random magazine laying on the table.

"I don't usually read these but yeah it might be helpful." Satan grabs the magazine and starts to flip threw it.

You continue your drawing.

"Hey, do you think I'm a bad boyfriend?" Satan just suddenly drops this question out of the blue.

"Huh? No, why do you ask?"

'I did this test here, just for fun, it's 'how do you know if you have a bad boyfriend'. I answered the questions and it turns out that I'm a bad boyfriend." Satan sounds unusually distraught.

"These magazines are full of bs. Don't take it seriously. You are a great guy and a great boyfriend." You smile at him. You can't believe that he would take this seriously.

"Well, I believe you if you say so." Satan still seems kind of troubled.

You know that he needs some kind of proof now. You put your sketchbook to the side and then kiss him. "You should believe me since I love you."

"I believe you and I love you too."

    Lucifer

"Lucifer, I have a request for you."

"Hmm, what do you want?"

"I just need you to model for me. I need a reference for drawing lips."

"So you think I would be a good reference for that?"

"Of course. You have some very lovely lips."

"I see you would know best about that. Go right ahead then. "Lucifer is very flattered.

You get right to work. You sit right across from Lucifer, looking at him and then looking at the drawing, drawing, looking…

Lucifer just sits calmly right there, with his gaze upon you. "Can you see everything good enough from that distance?"

"It's pretty good. Unless you want me to move closer?!"

"Do you even need to ask that?" He pats the space next to him.

You move over next to Lucifer. "Better now?"

"Yeah a bit better, but now where you are so close I suddenly have lost all desire to model."

"I know how that feels. I suddenly have lost all motivation to draw." You cuddle up to Lucifer, who seems to appreciate this.

"In that case, we should just stay like this for a while and enjoy the quiet time we have." Lucifer puts his arm around your shoulder and you both just relax for a while.

    Beelzebub

"Beel I could use your help."

"Of course I will help. What do you need me to do?"

"I just need you to model for me. I struggle to draw lips today."

"Ah, I see alright then. So all I gotta do is stay still?"

"Yeah, that's it." You move right across from Beel.

He seems a bit unsure about what to do.

"You can just relax, no reason to be stiff."

"I have never done this before, sorry."

"Don't worry about it. I'm glad you help me." You smile and start your work.

Beel just watches you with slight amazement.

You move slowly closer to him, to get a good view.

You can kinda feel his breath, but you are so far into the zone that you don't notice.

At least until a loud rumble interrupts you.

You look up and blush upon noticing the familiar face right in front of you.

"Sorry, that was my stomach."Beel seems to be flustered, if only by his stomach noises.

"We should take a break then. Can't have you starving after all." You put your sketchbook down. Now that you think about it, you are feeling a bit hungry yourself.

"Sorry, I kinda forced you to stop." Beel sighs.

"Don't worry about it. After you said something about eating I realized I'm hungry too." You give him a gentle smile.

"I hope you don't just say that to make me feel better." Beel is feeling guilty, you can tell.

"No, and besides you helped me so now it's my turn to help you. Let's just go and have a sandwich or ten." You smile at him to reassure Beel.

"Make that a hundred and we have a deal." Beel seems to accept this and has his usual smile back.

"Alright, I will even throw a kiss on top of that." You smile and kiss Beel.

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[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

what draws you in about prometheus as a story? what made you enjoy the movie so much?

Huh, you know, this is actually a little difficult for me to answer.

I guess I’ll just ramble and see where it goes.

Firstly, I think a lot of people went in Prometheus wanting it to be one thing or another. They wanted it to be more like Alien and went “What is this philosophical and religious bullshit!” or else they were sort of on board for the weird religious aspect but then went “Oh, we’re back to the face eating aliens, I see.” I think that threw a lot of people for a loop, and I actually rather liked both aspects, so I wasn’t one of those.

I also, at the time, happened to overhear people gushing about how hot the android and how they went to see the movie purely because of that, but then were dismayed everyone kept dying in increasingly graphic manners throughout the movie. One should never see an Alien film based on the hotness of the actors if you cannot handle your gore.

Second, I think a lot of people love to be disdainful of horror films (especially those from the Alien franchise). So many times I hear people rag on Ripley (from Alien) for saving the cat. “How stupid” they say “If I was on a space ship with a man eating alien I would leave the cat and everyone else to die. In fact, if I was there no one would die at all because I am so much smarter than every character in this film, nyuk nyuk nyuk”. Nevermind that, in Alien, tensions were running very high and Ripley had reached a point where She Was Saving the Motherfucking Cat. Brilliance or stupidity had nothing to do with it, that was sheer iron will and being beyond done. Prometheus gets this treatment times ten.

“If I was on this expedition then no one would have died because I would never enter the scary pyramid and what would Ridley Scott do then, huh, victory for me!” Remember that this isn’t a normal expedition. This is funded by Peter Weyland himself, is what all in the scientific community (everyone on the ship even except Elizabeth herself) considers a giant joke and a waste of time. Elizabeth is extraordinarily lucky that the expedition is happening at all, is not in charge of operations (and indeed has no experience in space and only archelogical sites on Earth), and is on the bankroll of a man who very much has that agenda.

While they should have first sent in robots (probably David alone really) to survey the pyramid and judge whether it was safe and its true purpose, Weyland wants that pyramid explored now by all hands on deck. True, he has David go in as well and do his own surveying, but David is doing solely what Weyland wants here. If David went in alone, he’d be reporting into the scientific team on the ship presumably for days, on tasks Weyland doesn’t care about, while Weyland is in cryostasis slowly dying. This just won’t do.

And so, the ship filled with many of Weyland’s agents, insist they all go into the pyramid as soon as they land. I give Elizabeth a pass as she’s a) not in charge b) has no experience in space c) after years of badgering the scientific community has finally reached her goal. She immediately changes her mind by the time they go in for that second visit (and, indeed, they all go in again because they’re still on Weyland’s bankroll).

As for not suspecting David, remember that Charlie represents most people in the Alien world especially at this point in time. Weyland is still just Weyland and not Weyland Yutani, androids are shinier and newer but regarded as useful if creepy tools that can be seen more or less often in society. David’s role is to keep the ship running, the crew mates alive in hyperstasis, and be sort of a glorified assistant. The idea that David could knowingly endanger human life (remember, he doesn’t know what that shit will do to Charlie either, though I do think he was quite pleased when Charlie died a horrific death) is unthinkable, androids don’t do that. Even in Prometheus, David isn’t quite at the level of murder of his own volition, as he does this more or less on Peter Weyland’s orders. So, in this case, this means realizing the extent of dirt baggery that exists in Peter Weyland who is fully willing to murder this entire crew to get what he wants, Charlie and Elizabeth still think he’s a generous and curious benefactor who wants to explore the possibility of alien life. Right, point being, it actually really annoys me when people go “The characters were so stupid, I would never have been caught in this situation.” Even had they not entered the pyramid, David would still have poisoned your tea because Weyland told him to “try harder”. Congratulations, you have now been burned alive by Meredith Vickers.

Right, so why do I like it?

Well, clearly, I am a huge fan of Alien and Blade Runner. I don’t love all of Ridley Scott’s movies, like every director he has some ones that are real duds, but I certainly enjoy those two. So right off the bat we a lot of things I love in this movie, a focus on an android character, a lot of philosophy about the meaning of life and sentience, Alien, Lawrence of Arabia references done very well, and a very strong female lead (Elizabeth is very similar to Ripley in this respect despite their very different personalities).

I love the strength of Elizabeth’s character. She’s one of those so unbelievably charismatic people that she never buckles or wavers despite how much she’s ridiculed. She, in fact, convinces them of things that sound utterly impossible and makes this entire expedition happen. Then, when it all goes to hell in the most horrific manner, she keeps going. She drags David’s god knows how many pound body and head to an alien ship, this is after having given herself a C-section an hour ago by telling the machine to cut open her abdomen, puts him together herself, and determines that she will meet her maker and ask them why.

I love her marriage with Charlie. The pair are very fond of each other, love each other, but they don’t really understand each other. Charlie comes off as humoring Elizabeth for this quest, that he’s in it at this point for the prestige and the money and not so much Ellie’s God. Elizabeth in turn doesn’t seem to realize Charlie doesn’t want the things she wants or see the world the way she sees it. They have huge relationship problems that never get a chance to flourish and ends in despair and death.

And of course I love David, who is trying to judge himself, mankind, and his own maker in the midst of this clusterfuck. And with him, of course, Meredith Vickers and Peter Weyland who are just ever so delightful.

So, yeah, I guess what I’m saying is that I really enjoy the characters in this movie as well as the plot, the ending, and pretty much everything along the way.

I realize that no one, or at least very few, agree with me on this opinion and that I’ll probably be laughed at on the internet for the next five years because I made this post. However, I’ve written fanfiction for years, if there’s any shame to be had I lost it ages ago.

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[slightlymore]

Rumours | Part 2

Part  2 to this request

Warnings: smut lol 

Part 1

I don't want to sleep with you. I don't want to sleep with you. If you raised your hand and touched me I would feel nothing. You do nothing to me. I don't want it. I don't want to sleep with you-

"Stop it" Johnny's hand suddenly cupped your knee. You blinked as if awoken from a dream and stared at his fingers first then at his face. He was referring to how your leg was making the whole desk shake just a few seconds ago.

"Sorry, I wasn't doing it on purpose", you whispered looking away.

"Is everything alright? You seem anxious", he smiled kindly while his fingers gently caressed your knee as if soothing you.

Thanks. It only made things worse.

"I am fine", you replied with a squeaky voice.

Johnny looked at your almost pained expression, teeth biting down on the pencil, shoulders raised up in tension and just chuckled. Shrugging he got back to work on his part of the research.

You've been in that classroom for what felt hours but your papers were blank. Johnny's notes on the contrary were carefully written.

Easy to do that when you don't have a leaking pipe between your legs, you thought.

You closed your eyes with a deep breath. Maybe you should go on a walk, take a break.

Yeah. Maybe wash your face with cold water. Sounds good.

"Stop it or I'm going to french kiss you", he breathed out amused but faking irritation as the desk started to shake because of your leg again.

Wait.

What?

You felt your eyes widen and eyebrows rise until meeting your hairline. Without realizing you brought your fingers up to touch your lips and you felt the way your breath hitched.

Laugh, just laugh, he's joking, haha, come on, why are you shocked, he's messing with you, YN, come on, get your shit together, I swear to g-

"Not those lips" Johnny whispered leaning in slightly while staring at your mouth with a little smile.

He definitely saw how you jolted.

And he saw your shaking pupils and fidgeting fingers. He was enjoying it. What a jerk. You wanted to fight him.

You stood up on a whim. No, you weren't about to fight him. Who were you kidding? You needed to go away. You had to run away.

"Fuck-" you cursed as you hit your thigh against the edge of the desk.

"Hey-" Johnny looked at your leg. "Are you okay? Where are you-" but couldn't finish as you made a few steps and tripped on your bag's straps.

"Oh! Easy" he grabbed your arm and prevented you from falling flat on your face.

"I'm alright! I'm fine. Everything is fine", you assured him even if stuttering.

A low rumble made your head turn to look at him. His lips were pressed tightly together and his chin was shaking.

He was trying so hard not to laugh at you. But then he burst.

"No, no, wait, wait, YN, come on", he stood up and held your arm even tighter as you started to walk towards the door, mortified.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh, please, stay", he added hovering over you.

You didn't want to turn around and face him. Your face was burning and you couldn't stand to feel so exposed in front of him.

“You’re allowed to laugh. It was pretty funny”, you mumbled crossing your arms on your chest.

“Will you look at me?” he asked softly. You shook your head.

Not only you had to see if the circus was open, now you were behaving like a child as well.

Johnny sighed. “I didn’t know it would affect you this way”.

Oh so now we do address the elephant in the room, huh.

“Let’s just- let’s just get back to work”, you turned around not feeling Johnny’s hand on you anymore, but he was still there making you bump your head into his chest.

“Ah-” your voice came out as a muffled sound.

Damn, it felt as if going against a wall.

Johnny’s torso vibrated on your forehead, indicating that he was laughing again. Great. There is no end to clownery.

You didn’t manage to move this time though as his fingers touched your chin and slowly raised your face to meet his gaze.

The only thing you were able to see was his neck and jawline. The desire to resist his aura and resume what you were doing before embarrassing yourself for no reason was waning.

“I thought you had some questions”, Johnny talked softly.

I don’t want to sleep with you. Come on, YN. This is what you’ve been repeating like a mantra the whole day. You don’t want it. Say it. Come on, say it. You don’t care if he’s a sex god or not.

“Yes” you whispered instead, trying to lower your head again because of the embarrassment.

Johnny let out a pensive “hm” and walked around you a few steps as if you were a pray he wanted to play with before eating. He stopped behind you and you gulped feeling his body pushing you until your thighs met the desk.

“Shall we start from the first one?” he asked, so close to your ear that you had visible goosebumps all over your body.

“What was that? This?” he touched your neck with his knuckles, going down to your shoulder, opening his palm on the side of the bust, caressing your waist, going to your stomach, stopping when he felt the button of your jeans.

“I think- I think I need a little more time to get the answer to this question-” you breathed out.

“I’m not finished”, he interrupted you, adding his other hand to the game. Then he put his lips to good use as well.

You couldn’t help it. It was overwhelming. It was too much.

You just moaned.

He wasn’t even doing that much in the first place. Groping you and kissing your neck. Was this something incredible? No. Then why you felt as if about to be thrown off the edge already?

When he slipped his cool fingers under your shirt you grabbed the edge of the desk and when he unbuttoned your jeans your whole body stretched upwards, tip toeing in his hold.

“Well” he smiled against your ear, gliding his hand underneath the fabric and making you jolt, “I was expecting some, but this exceeded my expectation” he added feeling how wet you were.

Your muscles twitched and you opened your mouth in a silent whimper as he gently picked up the pace.

But it didn’t last long. His hand soon moved and wanting to protest you turned around to look at him but the words died in your throat at the sight of his tongue licking his fingers.

He hummed at your expression. “Just tasting the meal” he explained, almost innocently. “And I must say, it’s very delicious”.

Your core got even hotter and your head lighter. You wanted to reply to that, but you had no thoughts. Not that he left you any time to do it as his hands dragged down your jeans until they met your ankles and his fingers were quick to caress your ass, making you open your legs as if he was a policeman checking if you carried something on you.

You felt so exposed. The little tiny part of your brain that still hold onto the Idontwanttosleepwithjohnny agenda was asking what were you doing.

But it soon got completely annihilated as he finally slid his fingers inside of you.

You whined loudly and he didn’t worry to tell you to keep quiet, if anything, your pretty sounds made him eager to move even quicker.

Fuck, he knew what he was doing. And he was doing it so well.

“So” he spoke up rather calmly, “the next question was?” he asked.

You let your whimpering breaths be your reply, tightening your hands on the edge of the desk and throwing your ass back to get some more.

Johnny hummed pleased. “If only you knew how beautiful you look right now”, and you grind your teeth, sucking in the air through them, feeling him so deep inside of you.

And then he wasn’t there anymore.

With a loud and dirty sound he slid his fingers out. You turned around trying to look at what he was doing through the fog of pleasure.

He smiled brightly at you as if he didn’t just fingered your pussy and grabbing your ass he made you sit on the desk, getting as close as to speak against your lips.

“Question two”, he whispered and suddenly fell on his knees, dragging your panties off your legs. He then looked up again with puppy eyes and chuckled.

“Grab my hair and direct my face where you want it” he ordered. ”Get your answer”, he added.

You swallowed nothing as your mouth got suddenly dry, completely opposite of what your dripping heat was doing, and that’s exactly where you wanted it.

His hair was soft and silky through your fingers as you nudged at his head to move. He kept on looking up at you with those honey eyes of his and it was driving you insane. His big hands wrapped your thighs and he went in.

Just like that. Burying his face between your legs, not wasting a single second.

The moan your voice formed was probably the loudest you’ve ever heard on your own lips. and your hands started to shake as you felt Johnny’s hot tongue swirling your clit.

Fuck, he was actually french kissing it.

You gripped his hair even harder while with the other arm you supported your weight on the desk.

When he raised his face to look up at you again he smiled and licked his lower lip, glistening with your juice. Then he placed the tongue on your clit again, flicking it with the tip, wanting you to see that.

“Fuck-” you whispered and threw your head back, closing your eyes, feeling Johnny’s low hums against your core.

“I think that-” you swallowed. “-I’m” you couldn’t finish your phrases. “-I’m cumming- Johnny, please-” you begged him even if not knowing for what.

When your legs started to shake by the strongest orgasm you’ve ever experienced in your whole life, you tightened your hands in his hair and he groaned doing the same with your waist, gripping it hard as if cumming himself. You were still breathing heavily while he slowly started to rise by placing soft kisses on your lower stomach, going up, lifting your shirt as he went, undressing you all.

His hands then went to your back and unclasped your bra, feeling your breasts with his palms, finally kissing your lips.

You let yourself go into the feeling, so exhausted and drained all over. He caressed you while softly biting your lower lip and you felt his hands drawing circles on your skin.

Sure that everything was over, you didn’t even notice when he unbuttoned his own jeans.

With a sudden movement he tugged you closer by grabbing your ass and filled you all up in one go.

You yelped, surprised and overwhelmed by the sudden sweet pain, panting against his lips, digging your nails into his back.

“John- Johnny”, you begged.

“Answer 3, acquired”, he spoke with a deep and breathy voice.

Yes. You gave it to him. You didn’t see or feel that many dicks before, but he was definitely the biggest on campus.

“O-okay” you replied, as if acknowledging it. “Okay” you added.

“Okay” he repeated. “Now let’s see if I can fuck you for hours or not”.

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it was always you (falling for me) - chapter 2

Fandom: Sanders Sides Characters: All the sides Rating: Teen & up (for swearing) Relationships: Prinxiety, Moceit, and QPR Intrulogical (eventually this will develop into Intrulosleep!) Warnings: Language; Remus being Remus; Shakespeare fans will probably hate my interpretation(s) of the plays I reference here, if the English major friend I showed this to is anything to go by, and I’m very sorry about that 😂 Word Count: 9042

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Summary: In a world where you and your soulmate swap dreams once a month, seven young adults enter the same college as freshmen. Each of them is wondering when they’ll find their soulmate and what that will mean for them.

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Chapter 2

Roman had a problem. A person-shaped problem. Specifically, a problem shaped like his brother’s excessively pretty roommate, who seemed to take pleasure exclusively in needling Roman every chance they got.

Roman groaned, burying his face in one of the pillows on his bed.

“Hm?” his roommate, Patton, said sympathetically.

“I swear Virgil has, like, an agenda against soulmates, or something,” Roman said, rolling over and staring despairingly at the ceiling.

“Now, kiddo, I’m sure that’s not true.”

Roman lifted his head to look at Patton. “Aren’t I older than you?”

“Only by a few months,” Patton said serenely. “Spiritually, you’re my kiddo.”

“Pat, that makes no sense.”

Patton blinked up at him with a too-innocent face. “If it feels dad to you, just don’t think about it any father.”

“Oh my god.”

Patton giggled, a noise of pure delight, then circled back to Roman’s original topic. “What makes you think he’s got something against soulmates?”

“Uh, the way ze rails against them at every opportunity, for a start?” Roman sat up. “We have argued five times in the last two weeks about soulmates, and only three of them were even about Shakespeare like usual!”

“Haven’t you only known Virgil for, like, three weeks?”

“Well, yes, but that’s not the point.” Roman climbed down the ladder to the ground. “Also, I feel like that makes it worse?”

“Hmm, maybe.” Patton seemed amused. “You talk about them a lot, you know?”

“He’s so annoying!” Roman said defensively. “Ze gets this stupid smirk like ze knows something I don’t and he doesn’t even seem to care about constructing sound arguments half the time!” He put his laptop into his backpack.

“Going somewhere?” Patton asked.

“Yeah, Virgil and Remus invited me over to their dorm to study.”

“Oh,” Patton said, a funny sort of look on his face like he was trying not to laugh.

“What?” Roman asked.

“Nothing, nothing.” Patton waved him away, still smiling to himself. “Have fun studying with Virgil.”

“I will,” Roman said brightly, heading out the door.

***

“I want to go get ice cream,” Remus announced suddenly, hopping to his feet. “Who’s coming with?” It was late, almost midnight, and Roman was sitting on the floor in what had been a nice triangle with Remus and Virgil until Remus had stood. The three of them had been alternately working on homework and arguing about Disney characters.

“Sure,” Virgil said with a shrug, tugging their hoodie up onto their shoulders—they’d been wearing it dangling off their body, with only their wrists in the sleeves holding it on. “Let me fix my eyeliner first, though.”

Remus nodded distractedly, looking around the room and turning in a circle.

“Whatcha looking for?” Roman inquired, getting to his feet as well.

“My wallet,” Remus said, gaze still roving around. “I don’t know where I—”

“By your chapstick,” Roman said.

“Ah!” Remus dove under his desk, scrabbled on the floor, and emerged with his wallet clutched triumphantly in one hand and his chapstick in the other. “Thank you.”

“How the fuck did you know that?” Virgil asked, turning away from the mirror hung on the door with their eyeliner in their hand. They’d reapplied it to one eye, in a perfect, pointed wing; the other eye still had the only slightly less perfect, barely faded wing they’d been wearing this whole time. It matched their black lipstick and the carefully blended eyeshadow on their upper eyelids.

“He put it down there when he was telling the story about trying to collect dried gum off the street,” Roman explained. “And the chapstick was already there right next to it. So that’s how I remembered.”

Remus nodded. “I would have gotten there in a minute, probably,” he agreed.

“I still don’t understand how the fuck you knew that, but good for y’all, I guess,” Virgil said, turning back to the mirror.

“ADHD solidarity,” Roman explained.

Remus made finger guns at him, nodding. “ADHD solidarity,” he agreed.

Virgil paused halfway through drawing the other wing on. “Oh, that makes sense.” They picked up the line again, their hand perfectly steady, drawing it out to a fine point. “I thought you said you were autistic?” they added after a moment, their face holding perfectly still as they filled in the eyeliner with a practiced hand; their monolid eyelids allowed them to draw the wings of their eyeliner wide and dramatic.

“Yeah, I’m both. There are high rates of comorbidity, and also they’re both genetic, so neurodivergence runs in families,” Roman explained, the sentence rolling out of his mouth without him stumbling over the words once or having to think about it at all. “Did you know about ten percent of the population is probably ADHD?” he went on eagerly. “It’s super underdiagnosed. Especially because of race and gender biases in doctors who diagnose it, and the misconception that it’s only something children have. I only got diagnosed because Remus did when we were little, and we’re twins, so then they tested me too. Even though we aren’t identical. It’s super frequent for identical twins to both have ADHD if one of them has it, though.” Roman bounced on the balls of his feet, tapping the tip of his finger against his thumb. “I wish we were identical, I think it’d be so funny. Like, impersonating each other, and things. We could make such good video skits.”

“We make fantastic video skits already,” Remus protested.

“Okay, fair. But you know what I mean. And we could switch places for a day and see who noticed. All the stuff twins do in stories. Twins are always identical in stories, it’s so annoying, I wish there were more stories with fraternal twins.” Roman paused for a second, his mind hovering for an instant between a not-fully-realized train of thought about the gender politics of twin representation in stories and the question of what animals were most likely to have twins. He chose, almost before he was aware there was a choice, the animals question, his emotions nudging him away from the energy talking about gender representation would take up. “Do you think kittens dream?” he asked, only a second or two after he’d stopped talking in the first place.

“Yeah, probably,” Remus responded without missing a beat, likely following his train of thought. “Better question, do other animals have soulbonds, and how do they know if so?”

“Maybe it’s a scent thing,” Roman said thoughtfully.

“Ooh, like with glands or some shit?” Remus looked thoughtful. “That could make sense. I wonder—I bet there’s answers on the internet. I’m going to look this up later. Are you coming, too, by the way? To get ice cream?”

Roman thought it over. “Sure,” he agreed.

“I’m ready,” Virgil announced, capping their eyeliner and setting it down on hir desk. “Also, I got whiplash about five times just listening to that conversation.”

“Good, my chaos is overtaking another victim and soon I shall rule the world. Let’s go!” Remus led the other two out the door and started walking towards the end of campus.

“Where are we going, exactly?” Roman inquired, shoving his hands into the pockets of his red letterman jacket to keep them warm.

“There’s an ice cream shop that’s open till one in the morning about ten minutes away walking,” Remus said over his shoulder. “Logan and I found it the first weekend here.”

“You two went in search of sweets without me?” Roman put a hand to his heart. “I’m hurt,” he declared in his most dramatic voice.

“Oh, shut up, we would have gotten around to telling you about it eventually. I mean, I’m telling you right now, so.” Remus shrugged. “Virge, aren’t you cold?”

“Yeah, but I’m pretty, so it’s worth it,” Virgil said, tossing their head so the long hair on the top of their undercut swished. They were wearing a distressed band tee and a black skater skirt over fishnet leggings and a pair of doc martens. It was quite chilly out, and even though they were wearing a hoodie too, Roman understood why Remus had been concerned.

“You are very pretty,” Roman told them seriously. Even aside from their clearly carefully chosen outfit, this was true. Their eyes were round and curious and a captivating shade of dark brown. Even with the boost from the platform of the shoes they were wearing, they were tiny. Roman was sure they couldn’t be more than 5’2” without the boots. The hair on top of their undercut was very long, almost down to their waist, contrasting with the closely-shaved back and sides of their head. About six inches on the ends of their hair were dyed purple. Their makeup, of course, was flawless, as was their golden-brown skin, which was just a little bit darker than Roman’s. He made a mental note to ask them about their skincare routine sometime; no matter how much care he treated his skin with, the acne on his cheeks refused to go away. It was his least favorite side effect of taking testosterone. “But you can be pretty and warm at the same time, if you want. I hate being cold. But I respect your decision to be pretty and cold if you want to,” he added quickly.

Virgil let out a slightly nervous laugh, rubbing the back of their neck. “Thanks, I think.” Their eyes widened as they looked past him. “Oh, my god, Remus, shut up!”

“What?” Roman asked, looking over at Remus, who was giving Virgil an evil grin.

“Nothing,” Virgil snapped.

“I didn’t say anything,” Remus said innocently.

“Shut up!” Virgil repeated, flipping the hood of their hoodie up and dragging it over their face.

“What’s going on?” Roman asked, confused, while Remus burst into cackles of laughter.

“Nothing!” Virgil repeated with great emphasis.

Roman let out a sigh of frustration, but Virgil seemed genuinely upset about whatever Remus had done when Roman wasn’t looking, so he dropped it. Maybe Remus would explain later.

Remus did not explain later; however, he did turn around to walk backwards after the silence had stretched on long enough to become awkward. “Is the ocean a soup? Discuss,” he commanded.

“Oh, not this again!” Roman groaned. “No, absolutely not!”

“Yes,” Virgil said, almost as soon as Roman stopped talking.

“No!” Roman stamped his foot. “That makes no sense!”

“It makes lots of sense. Explain how it’s not soup,” Virgil challenged.

The resulting argument lasted them all the way to the ice cream shop and halfway through their treats.

“Aren’t you going to take a side?” Roman demanded of Remus at last.

Remus looked up from his cone. “Oh, no, this is very entertaining for me, I could watch you two bicker all month. Please keep it up.”

“You’re a terrible person,” Roman told him, trying not to laugh.

“I never claimed to be anything else,” Remus said happily.

***

“—and that’s how you do it. It’s really easy, but it’s so fun, I could balance chemical equations for hours,” Remus said, bopping the tip of his dry-erase marker against the giant whiteboard in the library for emphasis. He and Roman and Virgil had all met up here to study; it was a sunny afternoon, and they’d gotten a nice spot by the window. The marker left a little black mark next to the diagram Remus had spent the last ten minutes drawing; he wiped the dot away with his finger. He was wearing a turtleneck with horizontal black-and-white stripes and a pair of faded jeans with paint splatters all over them and huge rips in the front that ran from his mid-thighs almost down to his ankles; he’d finished the outfit off with socks in sandals and a black felt beret. His outfit—vaguely artistic, but mostly just terrible—contrasted comically with the intensely technical pseudo-lecture on chemistry he’d just given.

Roman nodded without looking up. “I remember balancing those was fun,” he agreed. He hadn’t taken a chemistry class in a couple of years now, but Remus was majoring in it, and the best way for Remus to study was to explain it out loud, so he’d gathered Roman and Virgil in the library. They’d even been able to snag one of the coveted whiteboards. Roman was able to focus on his notes better with Remus’s animated talking in the background, and Virgil preferred quiet but was willing to put on his headphones to block out Remus’s noise, so all in all this arrangement worked out well for all three of them.

“Yes!” Remus agreed with a happy wiggle. He picked up his water bottle off the table and took a long sip. “Okay, next I have a bunch of molecules I have to memorize the structures of. Do you need anything first?” He addressed his question to both of them, but Virgil seemed pretty focused—or perhaps his music was loud enough to drown out other noises.

Roman, however, thought the question over. “Yes, actually, can you help me go over my lines for this one scene? It’s not very long.”

“Mmhm.” Remus held out his hands expectantly, and Roman handed him his script. Remus began fiddling with the dog-eared bottom corner of the page it was open to, folding it back and forth.

Roman dug in the pocket of his cargo shorts—he liked cargo shorts, partly for the shape but mostly for the pockets—and handed Remus a star-shaped fidget toy made of sequins that could be flipped back and forth. He’d rather the corner of the script didn’t get torn off by mistake.

“I think I’m off book, I just want to make sure,” he said as Remus accepted the toy and began fidgeting with it.

Remus nodded, scanning the page. “Sounds good. It’s just this one page?”

“Yeah. Ready?”

Remus nodded, and Roman launched into the scene. His character had most of the lines; it was essentially a glorified monologue. Remus interjected the two lines from other characters, using a hilarious nasally voice that made it hard for Roman to stay in character without breaking to laugh, but he successfully made it through the final line before dissolving into snickers.

“You’re word-perfect, kid,” Remus proclaimed as Roman got ahold of himself, handing him back the script.

Roman grinned. “Thank you!”

Remus nodded and took another sip of water before wiping down the whiteboard and launching into a ramble about the molecular structures he had to memorize.

Roman had just about tuned Remus out again and slipped back into the headspace where he could focus on his work when Remus broke off. “Logan!” he exclaimed, sounding delighted.

Roman looked up, and so did Virgil, pulling off hir headphones. Roman followed Remus’s gaze, and there indeed was Logan, his flat top haircut and dark academia outfit unmistakeable. He was stepping out of the stairwell that led down from the floor above, adjusting the strap of the leather messenger bag they used instead of a backpack. Even at this distance, the pins he kept on the bag were visible, neatly affixed in alternating rows on the bag’s buckle straps—a demiboy flag, an aromantic flag, an enamel pin shaped like an open book, and a handful of other pins Logan had collected from the university’s cultural centers during orientation. Roman had a few of that last category on his backpack himself; he knew he and Logan had matching land acknowledgment pins now, but he wasn’t sure if any of the other pins they’d chosen matched.

Remus darted across the wide open floor, weaving his way around a few students. “Logan! Hi!”

Logan looked up, a small smile finding its way onto his face as he saw Remus. He said something—presumably a greeting—but was too far away for Roman to hear, since he was speaking at a normal tone.

Remus seized Logan by the hand and dragged them towards Roman and Virgil. Logan laughed and said something in protest, pushing his square glasses up his wide nose as he followed Remus.

“Remus, I have to go to class,” Logan was insisting as they got close enough for Roman to hear. “Hello, Roman. Virgil.” They adjusted their already-immaculate clothing, the tendons in their thin hands flexing as they smoothed their mustard-brown cable knit sweater vest and tugged on the rolled-up sleeves of their periwinkle button down shirt.

Virgil gave a two-fingered salute. “Sup.”

“Hi Logan,” Roman said happily. “We’re studying!”

“Very nice,” Logan said, raising Remus’s hand—which was still clasping his own—and gently pressing it with their other hand. “I am always glad to see you, Remus, but I can’t stay long.”

“Okay,” Remus said. “I just wanted to say hi.” He gave Logan a quick, tight hug around the ribs before releasing them just as fast as he’d darted in.

Logan smiled again. “Hello, then. I hope your studying is going well?”

He received nods from the group, and gave them his own nod in return.

“You’ve got to go,” Remus reminded him. “You don’t like to be late.”

“True. I’ll see you later, dear.”

Remus nodded. “Wanna hang out tomorrow night?”

Logan considered this. “Maybe. I’m going to the Black Student Union meeting tomorrow evening. So it would have to be after that.”

“Okay, I can do that! I love you!”

Logan smiled. “I love you too, Rem.” They made as if to leave, then paused. “Roman, while I’m thinking of it—are you and Patton still free for lunch tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” Roman confirmed. Logan and Patton had two classes together, and so together with Roman they’d formed a tight-knit little friend group very quickly; the three of them tried to make sure to meet up for lunch at least once a week.

“Wonderful. I’ll text our groupchat about it. See you then.” Logan tugged his hand out of Remus’s grip, waved, and set off at a brisk pace back towards the stairs.

***

“I’m telling you, Virgil, Oberon and Titania are a really good example of how soulmates can make it through rough patches!”

“Bullshit. They’re obviously not a metaphor for soulmates, why would the fae even have soulmates? Their story is a cautionary tale,” Virgil said languidly, lying on their back on the floor of their room.

“No!” Roman pounded his fist on the floor. “Why do you always do this?”

“Because it’s funny,” Virgil replied with a snicker.

“But you always bash on soulmates, specifically!” Roman said.

“Yeah, because I think society’s emphasis on soulbonds is dumb.” Virgil shrugged. “Anyway, if you think Oberon and Titania’s relationship is a good example of anything, I have some concerns.”

“No—no, stop! I didn’t mean it like that! They’re fae, like you said. I obviously don’t condone any of the ways they treated each other! I’m just saying that viewing them as a metaphor for soulmates makes a really interesting lens to view the other couples in the play! Right, Logan?” He turned expectantly to Logan.

“Wh—no,” Logan, who was sitting on Remus’s bed and combing their fingers through Remus’s hair, his head in their lap, responded. “You are both, objectively, wrong. Horribly so. Painfully so.”

“Hey! You’re not allowed to tell me I’m wrong about Shakespeare,” Roman countered quickly.

“Why did you ask me for my opinion, then?” Logan asked, rolling their eyes.

“I don’t know,” Roman grumbled.

“Wait, why can’t they talk to you about Shakespeare?” Virgil asked.

“Because they always win!” Roman crossed his arms.

“Oh, and I don’t?” Virgil demanded. “What am I to you, Roman? I thought we had something special here,” they went on playfully. “You make dumb arguments, I make worse ones, and then I win. I thought that meant something to you.” They pouted at him.

“That’s different!” Roman protested, stifling giggles at the mopey puppy dog eyes Virgil was sending him. “You just don’t care what I say. Logan actually refutes my arguments! It’s very humiliating!”

“I only do it because your logic is physically painful to listen to,” Logan said.

Roman crossed his arms and pointedly turned away from Logan, nose in the air. “Anyway. As I was saying. Puck’s role in all of this is really interesting, if you consider the question: are the fae supposed to be able to truly alter soulbonds, or are they only messing with feelings?”

“Dear,” Logan said plaintively, looking down at Remus, his fingers still carding through Remus’s curls.

“Hmm?” Remus responded, not opening his eyes.

“Make them stop,” Logan said beseechingly.

“Sorry fellas, you heard them. Stop torturing Logan, he’s already an English major, so he’s plenty tortured already. Or else I’ll have to dissect your spleens.” Remus wagged a finger in Roman and Virgil’s direction.

“What a terrible fate that would be,” Roman commented, flopping over to lie on the floor beside Virgil.

Seconds later, his phone buzzed; he pulled it out to see a text notification from Virgil.

Virgil: oberon sucks btw

Roman: Oh, it is ON!

Roman grinned as he sent the response, already anticipating the thrill of the argument that was about to ensue. He felt a warm thrill in his chest at Virgil’s answering chuckle—it was good to know Virgil was having fun with this too.

***

“—so I was hanging out with Virgil the other day at the library cafe, and he said The Tempest was dumb because magic solves everything.” Roman was lying on the floor of his dorm, tossing a bouncy ball up in the air and catching it over and over again. Logan was sitting at Roman’s desk, legs up and crossed on the seat of the chair as he worked on readings for an English class, half-listening to Roman’s rambling. “And that since it solved all the problems, it made no sense for Prospero to give it up. Which was completely ignoring all the bad stuff magic had done and the symbolism of him throwing it away!”

“What did Remus have to say about that?” Logan inquired with a small laugh, not looking up from the copy of Frankenstein in his hands.

“What? Oh, nothing. Remus wasn’t there.”

“Oh?” Logan blinked, glancing up from the book.

“Yeah, we were at the library getting Starbucks, we do that on Wednesdays now. Remus was in his history class, I’m pretty sure.”

“I didn’t know you and Virgil hung out together,” Logan said, raising their eyebrows.

“Oh, we don’t, we just get coffee on Wednesdays, it’s different,” Roman said.

Logan stared at him. “...What?”

“Like, we only hang out on our own time to get Starbucks and then argue about Shakespeare. It’s really fun! It’s a great system, honestly. And this way, you don’t yell at me about Shakespeare or text Remus rant essays about what you think I’m getting wrong!”

Logan looked away, a very called-out expression on his face. “You weren’t supposed to see those…”

“Oh, Remus didn’t show me, I just broke into his phone the other day and it was open to your texts,” Roman said reassuringly.

“Why would you break into—” Logan began, not seeming reassured in the slightest.

“I needed to check his calendar to see if he was available to come with me to the grocery store,” Roman explained. “You know we’re really good at guessing each other’s passcodes. He doesn’t mind, we break into each other’s phones all the time.” He paused, assessing Logan’s face, trying to gauge if their expression was upset or not. “I’m sorry I read the texts, though,” he added, just in case it had hurt their feelings. “I only saw the very end of it, it wasn't on purpose or anything. Promise.”

Logan sighed. “I know. It’s alright.” He reached across the space between them to press the back of Roman’s hand.

Roman grinned. “Only you would come up with a whole essay in a text,” he teased. “Dunno what I expected, really.”

“It wasn’t an essay,” Logan said defensively. “Technically speaking.”

“I dunno, it sure looked like if you formatted it with MLA, you could turn it in for a grade.” Roman giggled. “But hey, what do I know?”

Logan opened his mouth to reply, but stopped as the doorknob rattled with the sound of keys.

Patton stepped in. “Hey! If it isn’t some of my favorite people!” he greeted the two of them with a smile. His dark, wavy hair was a little ruffled. Normally he combed it to the side, but Roman remembered it had been windy today, so Roman guessed that was responsible for the irregularity. “How are you doing?” Patton asked the two of them.

“Better now that you’re here,” Roman told him with an answering grin. “How’s your day been?” He’d noticed that Patton really liked being asked how his day had gone.

Sure enough, Patton’s smile spread a little wider. “Pretty good, thanks! I haven’t had too much to do today, which is nice. How are you doing, Logan?” He sat down on the floor beside Roman, sliding his backpack off his shoulders.

Roman immediately sat up and scooted over to lean against Patton—he was an excellent cuddler; he was tall and chubby and he ran warm, and Roman liked cuddles. He tended towards understimulation rather than overstimulation, and hugs were one of his favorite things. Patton was always happy to supply.

“I’m alright, thank you,” Logan said as Patton wrapped an arm around Roman’s shoulders. “A little underslept, but otherwise good.”

“Good, good. You should sleep more. Are you both busy?” Patton asked.

“No,” Roman said, because Patton always had fun ideas.

Logan pursed his lips, glancing down at the book in his hands in consideration. “I can finish this chapter later. Why?”

“Oh, I was just wondering if either of you wanted to play a board game,” Patton said. He and Roman had each brought a couple from their homes, and together they had quite the little collection.

“Yes!” Roman agreed eagerly, breaking away from Patton and crossing to the shelf where they kept the games. “How about Clue?”

“I will decimate you both,” Logan said, deadly serious, adjusting their glasses and scooting to the floor.

“All part of the fun, Specs.” Roman pulled out the box and set it down between them. “Dibs on the red piece!”

***

“—so I told him that was utter bullshit—not in so many words, of course—and listed off the reasons why, and he simply did not seem to recognize how completely nonexistent his logic was, he just kept repeating his original points louder and louder.” Logan punctuated his rant about a classmate with hand gestures as he walked next to Roman on the sidewalk.

“I hate guys like that,” Roman said, making a face.

Logan nodded. “But I got full credit on my discussion post when I typed up my argument and I cannot imagine he got the same, based on his talking points. So.” He shrugged, clearly trying not to look too smug with himself.

“Good job!” Roman told them.

“Thank you.” Logan’s happiness was palpable. “How have—”

“Logan!” Remus’s voice shouted.

Roman looked in the direction of the noise; they were almost an entire block away still from the quad, where they’d agreed to meet Remus, but he seemed to have spotted them. He was sprinting at full speed directly towards them.

“Oh, dear,” Logan said, the exasperation in his voice belied by the grin on their face. They took a step back and braced themself, just in time.

Remus full-on tackled Logan in a hug, colliding into him at full speed. Logan stumbled back a couple of steps, but successfully avoided falling over. “Hello, Remus,” he said composedly, wrapping their arms around Remus and returning the enthusiastic hug. “How are you?”

“Much better now. I missed you,” Remus said into Logan’s shoulder. “Normal people get all weird about it when I tell them cool murder facts. You're much cooler than normal people.”

“It has been twenty-seven hours and about thirty minutes since you last saw me,” Logan informed him. “And thirteen minutes since we last texted.” They rumpled his curls, which fell messily in loose spirals about his face; they were mostly about chin length, although some of them were choppily trimmed shorter than others. Remus was very insistent about cutting his own hair. It was always mildly disastrous, but he insisted he liked it that way. He’d dyed it himself, too; he’d bleached a streak at the very front of his head and dyed it silver about a month before college started, with a surprising amount of success.

“Yeah, and I missed you.” Remus stepped back from the hug as Logan released him. “Also hi Roman, I guess.” He tossed Roman a grin.

“You are a terrible brother sometimes,” Roman informed him. “Hi.”

“Uh, I think you mean all the time,” Remus corrected him. “I’m joking,” he added. “C’mon, I got Starbucks for us! I have extra meal credits!” He seized Logan’s hand and reached invitingly for Roman’s.

Roman let Remus grab his hand, too, and his brother immediately began dragging both Roman and Logan at a slightly breakneck pace down the sidewalk. Several students dove out of their way until he dragged them to a halt by the food truck, bouncing on the balls of his feet and waiting expectantly.

Not even a moment later, the barista placed three cups on the delivery window tray and called out Remus’s name.

“Yes!” Remus pumped his fist, darted over, and picked up two of the cups—Roman recognized Remus and Logan’s go-to coffee orders, a trenta mango-dragonfruit refresher and a grande vanilla sweet cream cold brew with extra ice. Roman picked up the last cup, a warm drink in a grande cup; he sniffed to check what it was even though he knew what Remus usually got him. Steamed apple juice with a sprinkle of cinnamon on top—his favorite as a kid and still one of his favorites now. He wrapped his hands around the warm cup and followed Remus and Logan over to a sunny patch on the lawn.

Remus sprawled out, taking up more space than seemed humanly possible for one person to fill; Logan tucked their legs beneath them as they sat beside Remus and began pulling out a textbook, a dog-eared novel, and a handful of pens and pencils from their messenger bag.

Roman sat so that he completed the triangle between the three of them, his legs crossed so he could lean his cup against them between sips and not worry about knocking it over.

“Thank you for the coffee, Remus,” Logan said, his cup halfway to his lips as he flipped through the worn novel.

Roman nodded in agreement, breathing in the warm cinnamon scent of the apple juice.

“Of course!” Remus said exuberantly, taking a noisy slurp of his drink.

Roman and Logan both winced slightly.

“Could you be a little quieter, there?” Logan asked mildly.

“How dare you.” Remus clutched his heart, leaning back so far Roman was surprised he didn’t lose his balance and fall over.

Logan sighed, reaching over and placing a hand over Remus’s, gripped around the edge of the cup’s lid. “At least please be careful not to splash,” he said, guiding Remus’s hand downwards until the cup came to rest on the ground. “This textbook cost rather a lot and I’d like to sell it back in a decent condition at the end of the term.”

Remus let go of the cup, leaving it to rest where it was, and leaned forward. He took Logan’s face in both of his hands and looked seriously into their eyes. “Hey. You are my best friend in the whole world and you mean everything to me. I love you and I’m so glad we’re soulmates. But I draw the line at stopping my annoying behavior for anything less than a natural disaster.” He released Logan and picked his drink back up. “I promise I won’t spill on your book, though,” he added lightly. “Roman gets no such promises.”

“You wouldn’t dare, you know I hate being sticky—” Roman began heatedly.

“Okay, okay. Jesus. You two are really conspiring to foil all my chaotic little gremlin dealings today. I’ll order an ice water to spill on you instead, will that make you happy?” Remus snickered.

Roman frowned. “If you must,” he begrudgingly agreed, since this seemed the closest thing to a compromise he was likely to get out of Remus. He suspected it might be a joke anyway, but he wasn’t sure about that and didn’t want to take any chances.

But Remus didn’t return to the food truck, so it seemed likely that it was a joke after all. Instead, he devoted himself to more noisy slurping, crossing his eyes and looking like he didn’t have a care in the world.

“You’re the tallest one of us,” Roman said after a moment.

“Huh?” Remus looked up at him.

“He has a point, dear,” Logan said, turning a page.

“Like yeah I know I am, but what’s the point?” Remus asked.

“You said we were foiling your chaotic little gremlin dealings,” Roman elaborated. “You’re, like, fucking… six two.”

“And a half,” Remus added. “Emotionally, I am a chaotic creature of spite who’s about three five and can sneeze fire, though.”

“That makes no sense,” Roman protested.

“Does too,” Remus responded, crossing his arms.

“It does,” Logan agreed. “For example, emotionally, I punch that one classmate in the face twice a week, but we can’t always embody what we want to be. And you, Roman—emotionally, you’re very invested in Shakespeare, but in actuality, your interpretations are painfully bad.”

“Hey. You talking about me and Shakespeare is off limits. We’ve discussed this.” Roman waved a warning finger at them.

“I still think that’s unfair and have raised a motion to reject and overturn the ban.”

“Unfortunately for you, the judge and jury are my feelings, and you hurt them, Logan. Shakespeare and I have something special. You need to stop trying to come between us like this.”

Logan glanced up from his book to give Roman a singularly unimpressed look. “You are preposterous.”

Roman beamed at him and made a heart shape with his hands, holding it up like a picture frame to look at Logan through. “But you loooooove me,” he singsonged.

Logan nodded. “This is true.”

“You’re both nerds and Shakespeare isn’t even that good,” Remus put in, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“I’m divorcing you,” Logan said immediately.

“Noooo, come back!” Remus dramatically grasped at the air as if reaching out from afar for Logan.

“Fine.” Logan shrugged. “Then Roman’s disowning you.”

“Hey, that’s my line!”  

“He can’t disown me, he’d miss me,” Remus said confidently. “Y’all are stuck with me.” He looked very pleased with himself.

There was silence for a beat, then all three of them burst into laughter.

“I’m really glad we’re all friends,” Remus said happily, leaning back and taking another long sip of his drink.

“Yeah,” Roman agreed.

“I don’t know,” Logan said, holding back a smirk. “Sometimes I think about a world where I don’t have to deal with a pair of himbos every day of my life.” He maintained his faux-serious face for all of the three seconds it took both twins to start pelting him with ripped-up blades of grass, then devolved into helpless laughter again.

***

“Patton, you good? You’ve been kind of spaced out all day.”

“Huh?” Patton looked up, blinking through his round gold-rimmed glasses. “Yeah, I’m okay! Just… boy problems, I guess? Which is… it’s new.” He wrinkled his nose for a second in a face of dissatisfaction before smoothing his face back into a smile.

“Oh? Want to talk about it?” Roman asked eagerly, leaning forward and resting his chin in his hands, interest definitely piqued.

“I don’t know…” Patton glanced away. “It’s complicated. And it’s probably not a big deal.”

“Patton. We are friends. The main purpose of friends is gossiping about crushes.” Roman crossed his arms. “I am offended that you would ever doubt my capacity for talking about boys in a gay way.”

“I don’t think that’s the main purpose of friendship,” Patton said, but his smile looked more genuine.

“Shush, I know that, I’m being dramatic. How about a movie night and you can spill the deets in a cozy setting with popcorn? And Logan?”

“I mean… okay,” Patton relented. “It’s probably not as exciting as you’re hoping for, though, I’m sorry.”

“Nonsense. You are perfect and so is everything you do,” Roman said absently, pulling out his phone and FaceTiming Logan.

“Roman! You’re sweet, but you know you shouldn’t go around passing out compliments that should go to you,” Patton said.

“Oh, stop,” Roman said, grinning wide.

Logan picked up on the second ring. “What do you need, Roman?”

“To see your gorgeous face, nerd. Also we’re having a movie night at me and Pat’s, attendance mandatory. Seven works, right? Pat’s having boy problems.”

Logan stared at Roman with a blank face for several beats. “And… you want me there to help… why?” he deadpanned.

“Shut up, you have a nonromantic boy toy, you’re basically qualified to help.”

“Don’t call Remus that! He’s a person, not a—wait, he’s your brother, Roman, that’s worse, that’s so weird—”

“—Anyway, I can more than handle giving Patton plenty of terrible advice on his love life,” Roman interrupted. “You’re there to tell him everything I say is a terrible idea and let me throw popcorn at you. We can watch Big Hero Six. C’mon, it’ll be fun!”

Logan heaved a sigh. “Fine. But you have to put your dad’s curry powder on the popcorn.”

“What kind of man do you take me for, Logan? Of course we’ll have curry popcorn! See you at seven, love you, bye bye.” Roman blew a kiss and hung up.

After his English class, Roman grabbed a burrito from the dining hall and hurried back to the dorm, making it there at half past six. Patton was already back; he made hot chocolate while Roman microwaved popcorn and tossed it in a bowl with curry powder.

At precisely seven o'clock, there was a knock on the door; Roman let Logan in and the three of them climbed into the nest of pillows and blankets Patton had built on the bottom bunk, pushing aside the bi pride flag and the Puerto Rican flag Patton had hung like curtains around his bunk.

“So,” Roman said eagerly as the movie’s opening bot fight began on the laptop screen, turning to Patton and bouncing (Logan grabbed the popcorn bowl out of Roman’s lap as it jostled), “spill!”

Patton squirmed under the attention, a half-hidden smile ghosting its way onto his face. “I don’t know… what should I talk about?”

“What’s he like?” Roman asked. “How do you know him? Is he cute? Have you got his number?”

“Oh, wow—that’s a lot.” Patton giggled nervously.

“Okay, start with is he cute?”

“He’s really cute,” Patton allowed, biting back another smile. “He’s got all these freckles all over his face and neck and hands, and his eyebrows are really expressive—he gets this really serious face when he’s thinking, and it’s… really pretty.”

“Eyes?” Roman demanded. “How are his eyes?”

“I mean, they’re eyes? They’re this kind of greyish blueish color. I don’t know, I try not to stare, especially when he’s looking, you know?”

“Okay, that’s fair,” Roman relented. “What else? Is he fashionable?”

“I—not really, honestly. He mostly just wears longsleeve tees and jeans. Sometimes beanies. He has these really cute yellow converse that he always wears, though. He, like—oh, gosh, I’m not sure how to describe it. He’s not, like, fashionable like you asked, but he—kind of the way he holds himself makes it seem like he is? He wears his clothes well, I think is maybe the phrase.”

Roman nodded. “Alright. Do you know whether or not he’s queer?”

Patton hesitated. “Um… I’m not sure. I don’t know either way. But he was the only one that laughed at a bi pun I made one time, and he wore a pink shirt and yellow belt with faded jeans one time, which I might be reading way too much into but it sure looked like a sneaky pastel pan flag.”

Roman nodded very seriously, taking mental notes. “All good signs. Anything else? Any stickers on his laptop or water bottle? Pins on his backpack?”

Patton shook his head. “They’re, like, super empty. He doesn’t really do anything that tells people about his personality. His outfits are usually really plain, like I said, and everything. It’s weird, because he’s got such a distinct personality, and he really doesn’t seem like someone who’d leave his stuff unpersonalized. It’s like he’s afraid of something, or something.” Patton was silent for a moment, chewing on the inside of his cheek. “But then, he seems kind of nervous around me in general.” He looked away, a worried expression crossing his face.

“Maybe he likes you back?” Roman suggested. “Plenty of people get nervous around their crushes.”

Patton shook his head quickly. “No, I don’t think that’s it. I think I know what the thing worrying him is. I just… don’t know how to talk about it with him.”

“You do realize you’re being super vague here, right?” Roman queried; he couldn’t parse what on earth Patton meant by that, but his curiosity was piqued.

“I know.” Patton bit his lip. “I, um, don’t want to talk about it yet, I think. It’s complicated. I don’t think it would be fair to him to discuss it with others.”

“Oh.” Roman did his best to hide his disappointment. “Okay, that’s fine. How do you know him?”

His attempt to change the subject didn’t seem to ease Patton’s discomfort, based on the way his shoulders drew up even closer to his ears. “...Kind of from a class we’re in together?” he answered after a long pause. “We’re partners on a group project.”

“Sounds like a meet cute to me,” Roman said, searching again for new lines of questioning that would hopefully not be as upsetting for mysterious and unknown reasons. “What do you like about him?”

Patton lit up. “He’s really sweet, actually. It takes some looking to see it, because he’s got a lot of walls up, but you can tell he’s really thoughtful and observant, and he’s really warming up to me, I think—he’s being much nicer to me than most people, and I’m starting to think he really means it and wants to be nice to me just to be nice, not because he feels like he has to.”

“Well, of course he’d be nice to you, you’re like the sweetest person I’ve met in my life,” Roman said, feeling bewildered by this line of reasoning.

“No, I—oh, nevermind. I was worried he wasn’t genuinely being nice for a while, but I’m really starting to think he means it, is my point. Anyway, he’s really smart—he’s so good at like, you know, synthesizing stuff? He’s really good at finding the information we need and paraphrasing it in a way that works really well for our project. I have such a hard time wording things how I want, you know? So it’s awesome that he can do that so well. And he’s good at puns, too! He tries not to laugh, but he scrunches his nose up and gets really red cheeks so you can always tell, it’s really cute. And one time I was trying to explain to our professor he was wrong about something, but I was kind of having trouble getting my point across, the teacher didn’t seem to get it, and he just spoke up and pointed out exactly where the misunderstanding was. It was really nice and reassuring of him. He just seems really protective of people he cares about, you know?”

“He sounds great, Pat!” Roman agreed.

Patton nodded, giving an excited little wiggle.

The brief silence was broken by a quiet crunching noise. Roman looked to his other side to see Logan, eyes fixed on the movie, who had worked their way through a solid third of the popcorn.

“Oh, you fiend!” Roman cried, seizing the popcorn bowl back since he was sitting in the middle.

“What?” Logan defended himself exasperatedly. “You two seemed to be handling that just fine! I like this movie! Neither of you asked for the popcorn back! What did I do?”

“...Okay, technically nothing,” Roman admitted after considering this defense and finding it to be unfortunately solid and covering all of Logan’s bases. God, they knew him too well. “But we are supposed to be doing this as a group.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “Fine. Patton, he’s probably queer. You should ask him out and see what happens. Happy now?”

“Wh—how are you saying that with such confidence?” Roman demanded.

“Which part?”

“That he’s queer. I agree Patton should definitely ask him out at the first opportunity, we just hadn’t gotten to that yet.”

“I mean, I can’t say for sure, but being the only person in a classroom to react to a queer joke is pretty telling.” Logan shrugged. “Any other relevant details?”

Patton shrugged. “I don’t know. Janus—that’s the guy—he doesn’t talk about himself very much—”

“Hold on, Janus?” Logan interrupted. “Lanky white guy? Constantly acts like he’s just swallowed a lemon? Kind of a twink? Looks incredibly uncomfortable in his own skin? Growing his hair out?”

“Yeah, that sounds about right,” Patton admitted. “You could maybe be nicer about him, though.”

“I’m sure I could,” Logan said, seeming unconcerned. “Yeah, I know him. He’s queer, I’m pretty sure he’s compatible with you. No idea if he’d be interested, or frankly what you see in him, but go for it.”

“Wh—how do you know him?” Roman demanded. “I feel left out now!”

“We met at the Aspec—at a pride center identity group. Also he’s Remus’s roommate’s best friend. They’re practically attached at the hip. I’m surprised you haven’t met him yet, with how much you hang out over there lately.”

Virgil had a best friend? A best friend here, at college? That was news. Surprisingly unpleasant news—Roman wasn’t quite sure why. It wasn’t like he disliked Virgil to the point of not wanting them to have friends! Of course not! Frankly, he was glad to hear the tiny emo had a social life. It just kind of stung that this was the first time he was hearing about someone evidently so important to Virgil. And not even from hir own mouth. He’d kind of thought they were closer than that. That he’d have learned basic facts about what and who was important to Virgil by now. Learning otherwise was a remarkably unpleasant experience.

Logan took another handful of popcorn out of the bowl in Roman’s hands, startling Roman out of his thoughts.

“Stop!” he yelped. “I want some, too!”

“You have more if this bag runs out,” Logan pointed out. “I have some extra popcorn in my dorm too. And you’ve been holding out on me with your curry powder.” He popped another handful into his mouth and crossed his arms.

“If you just asked my parents, you could have some of your own! They’d even give you the recipe! Now share with Patton!” Roman leaned himself and the popcorn bowl away from Logan, trying not to laugh.

“I don’t mind,” Patton put in. “It’s very tasty, but I’m not as attached as Logan is.”

“No, you have to take some, he’s been hogging it,” Roman insisted.

“I don’t mind!” Patton insisted. Roman shoved the bowl in his face, and he relented and took a handful.

“Let Logan have some more now,” Patton said, gently pushing the bowl back into Roman’s lap.

“Thank you,” Logan said primly when Roman relented.

“You’re welcome!” Patton said with an easy smile. The smile fell away after a moment, though, and he looked thoughtful. “I’m not sure about asking Janus out, though,” he said hesitantly.

“Why not?” Roman asked. “You really sound interested in him! What have you got to lose?”

“It’s more complicated than that,” Patton said, worrying the edge of a blanket between his fingers. “I’m not sure if he’d be comfortable with it. I don’t—I don’t know.” He looked away. “I’ll figure it out, I guess.” He looked back at Roman and Logan, forcing a smile onto his face. “Thank you both for the advice, though. And for listening.”

“Patton—” Roman began, concerned.

Patton shook his head. “Let’s just watch the movie now, okay? Really. Thank you. But I’m good for now. Can I have some more popcorn?”

Logan wordlessly held out the bowl and Roman allowed himself to be mostly distracted by Big Hero Six. He felt better when Patton leaned on his shoulder, a genuine smile on his face as he watched Fred goofing around on the screen. Whatever the issue Patton was dealing with was, at least it didn’t seem big enough to keep bothering him after putting it aside.

***

“So,” Remus said with an evil grin.

“Whatever it is, I don’t want to know,” Roman said. They were both sprawled on Remus’s bed, sharing earbuds as Remus swiped through TikTok.

“It’s nothing!” Remus protested.

Roman gave him a suspicious look. Remus’s face was entirely too innocent.

“I was just wondering when you’re going to get your shit together and do something about your crush on Virgil,” Remus said, the evil grin back.

“My what?” Roman did a double take. “I—I don’t have a crush on Virgil, we barely even get along!”

Remus rolled his eyes. “Oh, please. The tension between you two is so high I’m surprised something hasn’t snapped yet. And you definitely have a crush.”

“I do not!” Roman grabbed Remus’s pillow and threw it in his brother’s face. “We’re barely even friends!”

Remus shoved the pillow aside and rested his chin on top of it, making a skeptical face.

“I mean, are they really pretty? Sure. But that’s not a crush,” Roman insisted.

“Mmhm. Okay. So what makes it not a crush?” Remus pressed.

“I—well—” Roman stammered, flustered by the very question.

“Uh-huh.”

“No!” Roman snapped, voice cracking. “I just—that’s a hard question to answer right off the bat! How do you define a crush? It’s just not, okay?”

“I mean, I define crush as, like…” Remus paused. “Huh. Okay. You have a point, or whatever. I guess… a crush is, like—huh. No. Okay. You’re distracting me. I’m teasing you about your crush that you totally do have, we are not veering off topic.”

“I do not have a crush on Virgil! I just want to be his friend! Okay?”

Remus made a skeptical face. “Sure, whatever you say. I’m still going to tease you about it.”

“Oh, whenever you find that third soulmate, I am getting so much revenge.”

“Eh.” Remus shrugged. “Like, go for it, but I dunno if you’ll have that much time to tease me about it before we get together. You know? Like, think about me and Logan.”

“Logan knew you were soulmates for two and a half years before you got togeth—”

“Yeah, because he’s smart, but I didn’t figure it out until thirty minutes before we got together. Or like. Thirty minutes before we started talking about it. You know this.”

Roman crossed his arms. This was unfortunately a very good point; the day Remus had figured out that Logan was one of his soulmates had been a pretty memorable one even for Roman. Logan and the twins had grown up next door to each other, and had been best friends since elementary school. One Saturday morning near the end of their senior year of high school, Remus had bolted upright in bed while Roman was brushing his teeth, blurted out something nigh incomprehensible, and taken off at a sprint; he’d slammed the front door behind himself on his way out and he hadn’t answered any of Roman’s texts for two hours, only to show up by sprinting back into the house and screaming at the top of his lungs “Logan and I are soulmates!”

This had prompted a lot of confused questioning from Roman. He’d learned that yes, Remus and Logan were definitely soulmates; Logan had figured it out in sophomore year but hadn’t said anything; Remus had only just figured it out; yes, Logan was still aromantic; yes, Remus was still allo; no, neither of them felt like either of these facts was an issue; and Remus was very happy.

“We’re going on, like, a date, but platonic,” Remus had announced to him that day, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “I’m really excited, this is so cool! Who’d have thought, right? Logan and me!”

Roman had smiled and tried hard to just be happy for Remus and Logan, and not jealous of them. Particularly about two months later, when they’d made their relationship official and become queerplatonic partners. He was happy for them! He was!

But Remus had never cared that much about finding his soulmates. Roman had. It didn’t feel fair. Remus, who didn’t care, got two soulmates, and one of them was literally his childhood best friend. Roman, who’d been daydreaming about finding his soulmate since he was too little to remember, and had learned just about everything there was to know about how soulbonds worked, seemed to have just the usual one soulmate. His soulbond hadn’t even developed until he was sixteen—admittedly, that was an expected side effect of the puberty blockers he’d been on for a few years before he’d been approved for T, but he was still salty about it. And when his soulbond finally had developed and he’d started tuning into his soulmate’s dreams, they were so creepy! He wasn’t sure he’d had a single souldream so far that wasn’t a nightmare. They ruined his sleep for the night whenever he got one. It was irritating and frustrating and all sorts of bad things; he’d actually cried over it a couple of times, not that anyone but Remus knew.

But as annoying as it was for him, it had to be worse for his poor soulmate—if these nightmares were what was making it through the soulbond, he could only imagine how much worse their nightly sleep must be.

He hoped he’d find them soon. He was ready for a proper romance, thank you very much!

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[nightswithkookmin]

I loveeeee the way ur brain works and i like all ur posts and love reading them. Its Jimin day today and i wont lie that i am feeling a bit sad about whole JK not posting on JM bday because he was getting active on Social media again and i thought its because of JM bday coming soon but i hope they are happy and JM had a blast celebrating his bday.. it annoys me how other ship( u know which ship) is happy and making fun about this situation and calling Jikook bond fake and nonexsistant. 1/2

Ahhhhhh this topic!

Also me:

Packing my bags off these shipping streets. Jk don disgrace us. Lol. Kidding. If more than anything today has solidified my faith in JK and Jikook and while y'all are jumping ship imma hold the fort. Hashtag Jikook for life!

I've been receiving a lot of questions about this, about JK not posting for JM's birthday and I haven't answered any of them because- well I passed out. So...

Anywho,

Jk didn't post true, but have you thought about what it would have meant for him and JM if he had posted?

Now I see a lot of people running through the ship streets shouting Jikook broke up, something was off between them, Jikook was never real, jikook this- Jikook that- y'all need to calm your horses or I swear to God!

I mean I am down for all that wild gossip and angst but I think y'all is tripping.

Do I think they are in a bad place, HELL NO. Do I think they are not real? HELL NO! Do I think JK don lost his minds? ABSOLUTELY.

Lol

No but seriously, I'm fascinated by all of this. I'm in pain, can't process shit but when it comes to Jikook I'm always intrigued and fascinated by them.

I'm mostly fascinated by why JK pulled a 5/8, geared up for JM's birthday but then posts crickets on Jimin's birthday as you've said.

Is it me or does this whole thing feel like the tattoo girl scandal all over again? Lmho.

Up until now, I've avoided addressing Asks about Jikook coming out, JK proposing and stuff like that because those territories are a bit tricky for me- to speculate on those, I find I'd have to speculate on whether marriage is something both of Jikook want, whether both of Jikook want to come out but these are conversations I don't think y'all are ready for with me.

Not when I believe one of them, if you've been following my train of thoughts you'd know which, is not ready to make such commitments, joking about marriage and shit- yes, that tiny man. Lol.

I mean the backlash I get for the tamer things I share on here- chilee, y'all is about to eat me up for this. Here goes nothing. Mama pray for me.

I have said, late 2018 to the middle of 2019 is one of the moments I sincerely felt JK was going to 'out' Jikook just based on the way he was moving through that era until that impromptu hiatus and the following scandal.

Out Jikook as in OUT Jikook- I've told y'all Jikook have been asserting themselves against eachother. JK has been asserting himself and part of that self assertion ties in with his sexuality. He is tired of hiding. He's been tired since 2016- trouble this one.

Do I think JM is ready to come out- No. He doesn't want to come out but he doesn't want to hide hide either. Dude just want to stay in that glass closet.

Throughout my posts, I've speculated this has been a huge part of their on and off dynamics since November last year. Jk coming off too strong, JM asking for space- yall know don't make me repeat myself.

November 2019 up until today is also one such periods I felt JK was going to out Jikook, inspite of all the ups and downs they've experienced this season.

JK scares me to be honest with you. I keep saying people are looking at him wrong. Hell, people are looking at Jikook dynamics wrong I feel.

All the times Jikook have almost been accidentally outed, who's been the most terrified? It's not JK.

Jimin's face when RM said JK sneaks into JM's bed at night, his face when they walked into JK's room on Bon V and saw the cameras. I have an entire dissertation on this on my wall please get with it. Lol

Whatever silent protest JK's been on since JM's birthday last year- Not gonna lie, I felt JK was not posting for the others so he could post on JM's birthday this year as a way of coming out with him? You know, make a bold statement like he's done over the years? I'm delusional but also dead serious.

Each time I feel JK's come close to this pivotal moment, something's happened. I swear Jikook is taking years off my life- I'm exhausted.

Why is he trying to out their relationship on his own and not do that with the consent of Jimin? I'm gonna pray to God, y'all can read my mind with everything I have been saying since my posts because this is cutting it too close for me- and I'm exhausted so maybe another post next time.

Like I've said, I really believe they are in a good place this time around. Y'all know me, I don't shy from angst, I'd say if I felt there's been something off with them since they fixed whatever they were going through early half of the year.

The only tension I've sensed between them lately was on day two of the online concert when JM got a little too excited with trying to sell the sexual tension fantasy in his other ships and JK didn't look like he was happy about.

Later during the curtain call you could see dude cold stoning JM resulting in JM doing what he does best in such instances- clinging on to JK for their life. Lol.

He vanished from Namjoon's side real quick to take the bow next to JK but JK- Y'all check that moment out for yourself, see what I'm talking about.

Is that why he didn't wish Jimin a happy birthday? I don't think so. I think he put a lot of thought and preparation towards this moment to make something like this undo all of that- that is if my suspicions about what he was trying to do this year is right.

Jimin gone wake up married one of these days he won't know what hit him! Lmho.

It is why, I don't buy this whole he didn't post for the others which is why he didn't post for Jimin narrative. When have you known Jk to care about things like these?

The man literally got a birthday present for Jimin gave it to him in the presence of some of the members without doing same for them. Singling JM out like this is nothing new to him. He has done so consistently over the years to let this deter him.

The question y'all should be asking is why he didn't post for the others in the first place. They are all friends and posting for eachother's birthdays is a long standing tradition in BTS so why is he breaking from this culture all of a sudden?

Is he rebelling? Is he protesting? What is he trying to do? Right?

This moment has been building up since last year after JM's birthday and I honestly believed he was going to go through with it- hell I bought a wedding dress and shit- Jikook you son of bish!

I have said the company is giving them much room to be themselves, RM isn't breathing down their necks, JM looked like he was finally committed- everything looked great between them in my opinion except perhaps for the growing tensions between JK, V and Namjoon- If you've been paying any attention to their recent Twitter war.

I hate speculating based on nothing, so I'm just going to point out to you my observations without drawing conclusions- I'll share my thoughts on what these moments means when I've had more content to peruse and analyze from now- but for now you can make of it what you will:

1. JK starts a count down on Twitter, JM responds and continues the countdown.

Now I clocked, the moment JK posted this on the 5th that he had something up his sleeves with regards to Jimin which I shared with y'all. He was going for a 5/8/13 it's not news now.

2. After Jimin posts day 4 for the countdown, who ever was going to post after him was going to have to post day 3 to continue the countdown right? But Tae posts a V-cut instead breaking that chain.

Now I remember joking about this moment with a friend, rolling my eyes exclaiming, here they go again! V is trying to sabotage JK yet again, and he'd turn around and ask why their friendship is dwindling. The pettiness and passive aggressiveness of it all!

That moment reminded me of when he called JK out for attempting to eyefuck JM through the viewfinder in the Dynamite MV reaction video. Remember that? Same energy to me.

They do shit like this and their shippers will not take note but will turn around and act surprised when we say Taekook ain't all that- rolling my eyes.

3. Hobi continues the countdown with day 3 and RM posts something random the next day but I think it was to neutralize the Taekook shenanigans. Neutralizing is what RM does best- we been knew.

4. Jk posts his Savage Love cover on the 8th and equally doesn't partake in the countdown he himself initiated because- Savage.

5. Suga posts day 2. RM and Jin posts day 1 and Tae posts D-Day on the D day to promote the concert. Yadda yadda yadda.

Now I didn't think much of this moment to be honest- i merely took a mental note of it for future reference, and was paying close attention to their interactions at the concert- which we will talk about soon..

I didn't make much of this bit until VJoonKook became a hold out on Jimin's birthday. They were the last three to post, two of whom ended up not posting at all for Jimin"s birthday- fucking traitors.

It was at this point I felt compelled to put on my tinfoil hat. And reevaluate the situation.

Why were these three people the same trio engaged in that little squabble just a few days ago on the timeline? I wondered.

It felt as if Taekook were engaged in a Russian Roulette racing the clock while Joonie stood by waiting to neutralize whatever shit those two were going to pull on the timeline.

Call me delusional but I felt JK was going to post, Tae was going to try to one up him with a ridiculous post or counter his post- V and his fucking VMin agenda! Lmho

RM was going to end up mirroring whatever JK was going to post to neutralize it as per usual- leave me alone. I said I'm delusional. Let me be. Lol.

There's just a lot going on all at once and it's easy to lose sight of subtle moments like these when they happen.

Like Jimin saying he would be on VLive soon, which first of all- yay!

Y'all know I've been keeping my eyes on the app, most especially how the members are going to use it post IPO, post Soop- I have a lot of questions; will they be monitored like they were in May? Will they be able to have intimate interactions with the fans like before?

Y'all know my theory about Jikook and the VLive stuff so I'll leave it there.

Now as for what this moment here means, I think it's a humbling experience for all of us but mostly for Jimin-JK you sonova bish! Lol

Jimin is the one who loves to flex his bond and relationship with JK, he loves to show off their relationship. He is the one who's been called all sorts of names under the sun just because of his relationship with JK- even if they are friends.

None of the members have suffered and paid a price for their relationship with JK the way Jimin has throughout the years. It is why I hate it when people compare the others to him. Even if it placates you and lessens your insecurities please don't.

I'm not pressed about no ship wars. Hell, I often start one myself- what? fun.

I'm worried for Jimin mostly.

I think JK more than anyone knows how this looks. Which is why I really don't think this is what he was aiming for all along. To make Jimin look this way- again not to say JM is better than the others he didn't post for.

I don't know what's going on with JK now but I am not about to tell you this moment is nothing. It is not nothing.

I know people want to console themselves with the whole my partner don't gotta show off on social media on my birthday to show he loves me- please shut up. Or may be don't. Y'all con shippers confound me.

This is Jikook here, showing is an integral part of their dynamics. Isn't that why people call them a fanservice ship? Because they show so much? Because they do so much?

Jikook like to show off their bond, they like claiming eachother, they like reassuring eachother and I'm sorry but Park Jimin's father set such high standards for his son's birthday for anyone who claim they love him to pull stunts like this. Do y'all know Jikook at all?! I have to ask.

Jimin loves to be treated like he is different and special. It's his love language. We know this, BTS knows this, JK knows this- don't make excuses for JK if at the very least you can't see what he was trying to do here.

Even if you don't think they are a couple they are best friends- at the bare minimum. It doesn't take more than a few seconds to login and wish a friend a happy birthday- Hobi made four and he is not dating Jimin. Just saying.

You can't yell Jikook show us a lot hence there's no need for wild theories and assumptions and bully people who come up with wild theories and then in the same breath say they don't have to openly show us they care about eachother for them to be real- Y'all are going to ship by faith now? Chileee.

I have said JK likes to retract and conceal and only shows what he chooses to show and this was his choice. It's as simple as that. He chose not to post.

He didn't do it because of no damn other members.

He occupies a huge space in JMs life to not know what this moment says about him and his highly publicized relationship with Jimin- chileee, whatever did park Jimin do to you, JK?! Jesus Christ!

Havent heard of a betrayal this grand since the birth of Judas Iscariot- Judas is that you? Lmho.

I joke but I don't find this funny at all. Bless them.

It's one thing to not post for the others, but it's different for Jimin. And this is not to say the others don't matter to JK, they do. He's called them all family but then again he hasn't placed any one of them on a pedestal the way he's placed Jimin on a pedestal now has he? So we cannot assume Jimin means the same to him as the others mean to him.

Isn't that why we ship them?

Personally, I'm hurt by all of this. It hurts me that some people are going to use this as an excuse to tease and bully Jimin, call him a liar, call into question the years of friendship between Jikook, call into question any future interactions between them- I don cried my eyes out all day for Jimin but also for JK.

It hurts that I have to defend JK and Jikook to anyone. The task wasn't easy before all of this- not that anybody sent me. Who died and made me their spokesperson. Chileee

But please let's not dismiss this moment or belittle it. It's monumental- to me anyway.

JK was on to something I'm just curious to know what stopped him this time around. I want to know if he plans on not posting at all for anyone in the future. How long is he going to keep at it?

He's tried to out them twice. Will he do it again? How is he going to do it? What is Jimin going to do if indeed this is what JK had been planning, how is this going to affect their dynamics- I'm excited for their journey however it goes.

It's their journey unauthored. I'm just here to observe and report- and may uWu while I'm at it.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, we gotta ask ourselves, had JK posted anything at all today knowing full well he hasn't posted at all for anyone in the group all year, that what would that have meant for their relationship? What message would that have sent?

While we lament about this moment, let's also take a minute to ponder over what this moment might have signified if JK had actually posted.

Everything he did in the days leading up to Jimin's birthday pointed to the fact he was definitely going to post. To me it felt he was gonna come out. He was. And if he had done it- my god!

JK isn't my favorite person right about now. He can go ahead and step on leggos. No kithes for him🙄

But I have faith in him. Always. He's consistently shown and proven his love and loyalty for Jimin through out the years. You don't nibble on a man's ear in front of sixty thousand people, to find posting a simple message on his birthday tedious. This is Jikook. If it feels wrong, it is wrong.

I wish I could tell yall, this moment means nothing, that JK not posting is not a big deal but I can't. This moment is everything.

Signed,

GOLDY

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