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pinkprimrose05 · 1 year

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SPOILER ALERT IF YOU HAVEN'T FINISHED YUGIOH ARC-V

So yesterday I decided to start rewatching ARC-V (for the second time, at the behest of a friend who just got into the show), and, well... shit.

There is a hint of foreshadowing I missed, and it's in Episode fucking One to boot.

Unfortunately, this hint is entirely lost in the English dub (edit: I stand corrected, it's still there, just not as explicitly obvious), and I can't seem to find any source for the Japanese dialogue of the episode (not that it'd help much, in the end; I can't read Japanese for shit and am mostly going off the romanization of structures I only barely understand). But why is this relevant here, you ask?

Well, allow me to explain.

There are several ways of referring to oneself (or one's possessions) in Japanese. You're probably already familiar with first person pronouns 私 (Watashi), 僕 (Boku), and 俺 (Ore), all of which mean "I" in English, and each of which is used by different sorts of people in different sorts of situations.

In the context of ARC-V, Yuuya normally uses Ore when referring to himself, and Ore no for possessions. But being the expert performer he is, he puts on a faux-formal persona for Entertainment Duels, so in addition to giving extra flair to...literally everything he says, he switches to the more polite Watashi and Watashi no for a more, ah, charming impression.

(In comparison, Yuzu already uses Watashi, as it is also the most common pronoun for girls. Gongenzaka defaults to the "manly" Ore, and Sora uses the softer male pronoun Boku and its derivative).

Now the kicker here is that, from the moment Yuuya acquires Pendulum until the end of his Duel with Ishijima, he uses none of the aforementioned pronoun sets. Instead, he switches to the first person pronoun 我 (Ware) and possessive pronoun 我が (Waga), which are now considered a stiff, archaic, and outdated way to refer to oneself, mainly used in fiction by characters with a strong sense of dramatic flair.

But Pink, isn't that basically Yuuya getting really into the entertainer persona?

... well yes, but actually no. I would have written this off as another flashy quirk of his, had it not occured to me that:

1) This is not a one-off occasion, and it only repeats in specific situations. I mean, we don't see this particular pronoun switch making another appearance until the tail end of Episode 39... when Yuuya goes into the Awakened state for the "first" time.

He doesn't talk much when he's like that (which, yeah, fair enough; I can't focus on talking and doing full combo at the same time either), but you may notice that his Pendulum summoning chant changes from "Appear now, my monsters!" (Arawareyo, ore no monsuta-tachi!) to "Come out, my monster servants!" (Ideyo, waga shimobe no monsuta-tachi yo!)

And guess what? The same happens in Episode 1, when he does the very first Pendulum summon.

2) The personal pronoun Ware is not only used by melodramatic characters, but also by those that view themselves as distant from, and/or superior to everyone else. Ancient spirits, magical entities, you get what I mean here...

And it sounds kinda familiar, doesn't it?

An egotistic crackhead with a strong superiority complex, who still strives for drama and entertainment despite his twisted ways. You know him. I know him. Everyone knows him.

He's been trying to hijack Christmas for six years now, after all.

...God fucking dammit.

Yes, Zarc is the only character with enough theatre kid energy to use Ware as his default personal pronoun. And yes, Yuuya copies that aspect every time magical Pendulum fuckery is involved... which, admittedly, would not register as foreshadowing until you have context for what it's supposed to be foreshadowing in the first place.

.. And it still flew over my head entirely in the first rewatch. So much for a resident theorist, lmao.

Seriously though, I think this is pretty brilliant. Sure, it's a niche linguistic detail that requires prior knowledge of the ending to understand, but it hints towards a great mystery behind the origins of Pendulum summoning, which is very damn cool, if I do say so myself.

It's worth mentioning that I also watched Episode 2, which doubles down with the more obvious, but no less neat hint of placing Yuuya on the "antagonist" side of the Duel screen against Yuzu in their exhibition match thingy.

See, this is why I love ARC-V so much. One of the greatest joys of watching this show is finding all the hidden puzzle pieces and going "Oh, so THAT'S what they meant when they did this!", and it never fails to amaze me every time.

This has been Volume 1 of Pink's ARC-V Highlights™, and I'll definitely be back with more... whenever I find another dumb tidbit to hyperfixate on.

'Till then, my Duelist friends!

#pink's arc v highlights #yugioh #yugioh arc v #arc v #arc v spoilers

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herdofnerd · 2 months

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“Extra- Carriculars” or After School Activities I think the Sanders Sides characters would’ve taken if they went to high school.

Roman: The answer is obvious, he’s in Drama Club. Absolute Theatre nerd.

Literally older season’s Roman made references to musicals constantly. 💀

Also probably Choir. He dropped out tho.

Patton: In modern day, (or at least where I’ve been) Culinary Arts would be somewhat considered an extra carricular??? Also, he’d probably do a lot of Volunteering stuff.

Wholesome father figure character cooking for his multiple children.

Logan: Debate Club. He’s in debate club. I don’t think I even need to explain thi, it just fits him. Also Chess.

Virgil: Was probably forced to at least try out for Softball or smthn, and then he ended up being that one kid who never paid attention and started playing with the grass constantly because of the overwhelming stimulation from people yelling (me too bro, me too).

Janus: Also Debate club, and he’s ALWAYS going to be on the opposing side of Logan just so he can piss him off.

Remus: Band Kid. Look at him. You can’t tell me he wasn’t a band kid, he has so many personality traits that would point to the fact he did band. 💀

Also I think he got kicked out within three days of being there because he kept putting students heads in Tubas and purposefully breaking instruments.

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otaku-tyriq · 1 month

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Because someone already asked those questions about your fav anime/manga, can I ask your top 5 favorite western animations (can be movies or series)? Why love them?

Certainly you can dear anon ^7^

So some of my favourite western animations of all time include

1) Tangled

Why do I love it so much? Well it has been my absolute comfort movie since I was like 10 years old and watched this movie in theatres with my older sister. I also highly relate to Rapunzel, both due to her personality and her experiences with Mother Gothel. Also to this day I fully stand by the believe that Flynn/Eugene and Rapunzel’s relationship is the single most romantic and beautifully written Disney couple in this studio’s entire history. Lastly: THE ANIMATION IS GORGEOUS! And I think few people understand just how ground breaking this movie was in terms if 3D animation as back then animating hair, and most importantly that amount of hair that Rapunzel has, was a nightmare to animate in 3D, so the Studio had to essentially come up with an entirely new animation program specifically for the protagonist’s hair to move around in a natural way.

2) Lego Monkie Kid

Created by the Australian Studio Flying Bark Productions, the same Studio behind Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, this show means EVERYTHING to me. Because one thing rarely talk about on Tumblr: I am OBSESSED with Mythology. Greek Mythology, Roman, Mythology, Yoruba Mythology, Chinese Mythology, Norse Mythology etc. you name it. Like my bookshelf is nothing but Manga, history books and an astronomical amount of mythology and fairytale books. The show follows MK a hyper and optimistic boy as he is chosen to be the Monkey King Sun Wukong’s successor and learning to be a hero. So as you may have gathered this show is not only inspired by chinese mythology but essentially it’s equivalent of what Percy Jackson is to Greek Mythology. What I adore the most about this show are its characters and the GORGEOUS ANIMATION! I swear the fighting animation especially in this cartoon is smoother than butter!

3) The Owl House

Aka "What if Harry Potter was not written by a biggot”. If you’ve seen the pinned post on my blog, you know that Lumity is one of my absolute favourite sapphic ships. But honestly this ship is only the peak of the iceberg for why i adore this show. The beautiful artstyle, Luz’s character arc over the course of the show, EDA SIMPLY EXISTING AND BEING FANTASTIC, the beautiful world building and magic system, Emperor Beloz being an absolute irredeemable asshole in the most entertaining and bone chilling way. Srsly if you can dear Anon, give this show a watch.

4) Infinity Train

An Anthology Series who up until recently you could watch on Max HBO. This show is both delightfully funny and absolutely gut-wrenching and dark. The show essentially follows on a new set of characters each season who all end up getting trapped on a train with an infinite number of cars and they cannot leave the train until they essentially come to terms with and/or face some sort of trauma or other psychological issue they may be struggling with.

And as you may have guessed those themes of working through psychological issues is something that my mentally ill ass highly relates to. Not to mention these are some of the most well handled depictions of mental illnesses in animation i have seen in years. Especially given the show was originally targeted towards children and teenagers. I cannot recommend this show enough.

5) Nimona & Over the Garden Wall

I know you asked for only Top 5 Favourite western Animations but I seriously could not decide which one I prefered so they gotta share the spot. Hope you don’t mind 😊.

Starting with Nimona: I mean what else is there to say about Nimona that has not been said before? Fantastic and unique world building? Check. Absolute comedy gold? Check. Openly Queer characters? Check. Said characters also being absolutely loveable? Check. A heartfelt message for both adults and children? CHECK. Seriously this movie is just gorgeous and on Youtube FOR FREE! Like there is nothing stopping you from watching it right this instant.

Now onto Over the Garden Wall: I come from a country where we don’t typically celebrate Halloween. So due to a lack of direct cultural ties to Halloween I never truly had any super strong interest in Halloween movies and never had the urge around October to bundle up in a blanket and watch those classic Halloween movies and shows, like some of my friends do. The most I did was carve pumpkins with my sister and drink hot cocoa cuz it’s genuinly fun. Until this Mini Series came along. The atmosphere just absolutely perfectly manages to capsulate the feeling of autumn and the eeriness of that season. Far more than any other Halloween Classic in my humble opinion. Also again I’m a huge mythology Nerd and this show is basically Dante’s Inferno for children in very weird way. But yes ever since this show had come out I instantly rewatch it the second the leaves start to fall outside.

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derry-rain · 4 months

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Tag game: Get to know me

I was tagged by the incredible @fayestardust, who is just in general a fantastic human being and the most brilliant artist. <3

Name:

George

Pronouns:

he/they . technically all of them, but i'm only a she when it amuses me to be so. I prefer he/him most of the time, but they/them is totally fine.

Star sign:

Leo

# of siblings and fun facts about them (if you have any):

None, though I did grow up a twin. Fun fact, he was a gifted musician (a guitarist friend of mine once asked me how long he'd been playing for, after my brother picked up his guitar one evening and started noodling around on it. he'd never played one before. dick.).

# of pets & their names:

Two cats! I usually refer to them as "my cat" and "the dumber of my two cats" on here, but they're both named after Bioware characters really.

Fandoms:

So many. SAS: Rogue Heroes and Band of Brothers have my heart right now, but I'm on the fringes of The Terror and Wheel of Time fandoms. I think probably the other HBO War properties I could be dipping into.

Favorite color:

Barbie pink.

Favorite song:

Also so many. However, there is a special place in my heart for Sondheim's Someone in a Tree from Pacific Overtures

youtube

Favorite author (of anything readable - books, fanfics, zines, webtoons, whatever!):

Honestly, I read so much, but I will always be a Dickens kid at heart. They grip me.

Favorite fic type:

Romances, I like when they're first kisses and discovering feelings. For someone who has been known to write a bit of angst, I'm not actually that fond of reading bleak stuff. I like a happy ending, and if I can't have that, a hopeful one.

Favorite Holiday:

I adore Christmas. Mostly I love the moment right after Christmas, when it's just time to relax with family and leftovers and nothing to do.

Do you have a partner (romantic, qpr, anything!)?:

Nope. I am taking applications.

Hobbies:

I write, I research, I read a lot. I love theatre too. I'm not particularly crafty, though I'd like to be. I do love travelling also - for budget reasons, I normally stick quite close, but I do enjoy digging out local history wherever I go.

Fun facts about you:

My actual area of academic expertise is Roman love poetry. You'd possibly not be surprised at how little this comes up.

Tagging

Ooof, tagging always so difficult. No pressure as ever. @teacat12 @dukesoakedoats @butternuggets-blog @nomilkinmyteaplease

#derry: meme #Youtube

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delimeful · 2 years

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you can’t go back (6)

warnings: tension, fear, miscommunication/cultural misunderstandings, mentions of pain/injury, maybe cliffhanger?, lmk if i missed any

Patton was on a mission.

He adjusted his armful of tupperwares and stared down the front door to the Torres household with the determination that had carried him all the way through two hours of baking and a thirty minute bus ride.

His friends had been acting super weird lately, and he was going to find out why.

First it had been Roman, who had been too distracted to hold even the most basic of conversations for ages, and now it was Logan, too, who backed up every silly rambling excuse Roman made with a completely straight face.

Patton didn’t want to push too hard, especially since he knew Remus’s absence was still weighing heavy on Roman’s mind, but the way they were acting… whatever this was, it didn’t seem to be about that. At least, not entirely.

And honestly, being left out was kind of hurting his feelings! The two of them had been having secretive whispered conversations in the halls that just so happened to end as soon as Patton got within earshot.

He’d held out for a while, hoping that maybe there was a surprise party for some holiday or anniversary he’d forgotten about, but enough was enough.

Patton was done joking. He was going to walk in there, sit his friends down, and talk to them about how he felt, no matter how awkward it might end up!

… Well, at the very least, he’d try and bring the topic up at least once. He’d brought their respective favorite cookies to butter them up, and hoped that being a little bit more honest about everything would encourage them to open up about whatever was bothering them in turn!

Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door.

There was no answer, but since Mr. & Mrs. Torres were at work, that wasn’t too surprising. Roman was supposed to be home, but he would sometimes miss a knock at the door, busy blasting theatre music in his room or painting with headphones in.

Luckily, Patton had been friends with Roman since they were kids, and there had been plenty of times in the past where he’d let himself in. He shook the house key out of the hollow, palm-sized dragon statue on the porch, and wasted no time in stepping inside.

The house was eerily quiet in a way Patton rarely saw it. He tiptoed into the kitchen, feeling a little bit like a home invader, and set his tupperware tower on the counter.

“Hello? It’s Patton!” he called up the stairs, loud enough to hopefully reach the ears of any errant friends.

Still, there was no sign of Roman, or Logan for that matter.

“Miaow,” a petulant, adorable little voice called up to him, and Patton looked down to see Lady Macbeth practically standing on his toes, little furry head craned back to look up at him with the most potent pair of pleading eyes he’d ever seen.

“D’aww,” he said, crouching to scratch under her chin and mentally promising himself that he’d remember to wash his hands afterwards.

Lady tolerated the affection for a few seconds, and then ducked away and walked a few steps before looking over her shoulder at him expectantly.

“You need something, kitty?” He was already standing to follow her, expecting to be led to an empty food bowl or feather toy.

Instead, she pranced over to the back door and sat expectantly in front of it.

“Outside?” Patton asked, surprised. Lady Macbeth typically preferred the indoors, especially when there was a lap nearby to curl up on. “Is that where Roman is?”

“Mow,” Lady told him, standing on her hind legs to press her paws against the plastic portion of the screen door.

Good enough for him!

He took a brief detour to scrawl a brief message on a sticky note, leaving it on top of his tupperware, just in case.

Without wasting another moment, he unlocked the back door and pushed it open, watching as Lady trotted outside with her tail held high in the air, with none of the usual lingering-in-the-doorway shenanigans she normally loved to partake in. In fact, Lady seemed to be on a mission of her own, heading directly down the dirt path as though she was a tiny kitty businessman, late for a kitty business meeting.

Patton grinned at the thought, and then hurried to follow her.

To his surprise, they went right past the new barn and the animal paddocks, two of the most likely places Roman might be.

Instead, Lady led him all the way through the overgrowth to the creaky old barn near the edge of the property, the one that hadn’t been in use for at least a year or two now. The doors were closed, the bolt slid shut, but Lady only sniffed disdainfully at them for a moment before circling around to the side and inspecting each window along the sides of the barn.

“What would Roman be doing in here?” Patton wondered out loud, stepping closer to look at the windows himself.

They were all shuttered, despite the fact that they were long past the season for heavy storms, and there wasn’t supposed to be anything important inside this barn, anyhow.

Lady had already figured out that the windows were blocked, and was sitting at the base of the locked doors impatiently, pinning Patton with an imploring stare the moment he turned his attention back to her.

“Alright, alright,” he chuckled, moving forwards to knock gently on the doors and then slide the bolt free. “Let’s see what’s got you so worked up, hm?”

When the doors opened, he actually missed the most startling thing in the room at first.

To be fair to him, the last time he’d seen the barn’s interior, it had been after the lingering old tools finally hauled over to the freshly built shed, so it had been all but empty.

Now, however, it was decidedly not.

There was a large folding table shoved into one corner, the surface of it covered in scrawled-over papers, an odd helmet, and what looked like lab equipment checked out from their school’s library. There were a few old chairs along the sides of the table, and one sitting with its wooden back against the opposite wall of the barn.

There was a heap of old linens and even a faded comforter next to the chair, and that was where Lady Macbeth was headed now, probably intending to curl up in the lumpy pile and enjoy the warmth of the afternoon.

Patton tilted his head. Had the blanket mound just… twitched?

Lady stopped right at the edge of the blankets and mewed loudly. In response, an entire person sat upright with a wheezy-sounding inhale, as though abruptly waking from a nightmare.

“Ro…,” Patton started, and then immediately trailed off as a distinctly-not-Roman face twisted to lock eyes with him.

It only took a heartbeat of staring for Patton to register that it was a distinctly-not-human face, too. “Oh!”

The stranger didn’t widen their eyes, and there didn’t seem to be a mouth visible to them to gape with, but Patton could still see clear alarm in the way they tried ineffectually to shuffle back while still entangled in about three different blankets.

He related; he’d frozen in surprise, his gaze flicking from the dark shiny plates covering their skin to the windows cut into their synthetic-looking jumpsuit that revealed gill-like slits along their sides.

Abducted by aliens, Roman had claimed, and— unless this was a theatre friend that was extremely skilled at costuming— he’d apparently been more on the nose than anyone in town had believed.

This wasn’t anything near what Patton had expected them to be hiding.

The silent stare down only lasted for a moment longer before being interrupted by another distinctive, wheedling meow.

It was hard to tell where exactly the alien was looking, no pupil or iris discernible in their shiny dark eyes, but Patton did catch a tiny flicker of movement in the muscles around their eyes, presumably to look over at the feline friend currently kneading her claws into the edge of a blanket.

“That’s Lady Macbeth,” Patton offered, lifting a hand to gesture to the cat in question.

The alien moved nearly as soon as he did, lunging forwards with startling quickness, and for one short moment, the thought that the alien might not be friendly rocked through him like a plunge into icy water. “Wait—!”

Instead of grabbing at Lady, though, the alien had simply shifted to be slightly hunched over her, arms lifted as though to block her from view, head turned to keep that unnerving gaze locked on Patton.

By the time he finally opened his mouth to speak, an entire bundle of confused thoughts were already racing through his mind, all of them practically tripping over his tongue to be the first question asked: Was the alien trying to protect her from him? Was Lady Macbeth their friend? Were all cats secretly aliens all along? Had something just twitched behind their back?

The question that came out instead was, “Are those oven mitts?”

A set of clear eyelids flickered over the alien’s eyes twice in rapid succession, but they otherwise remained still, their oven mitt-covered hands hovering in place over Lady Macbeth like a protective forcefield of gingham-patterned fireproof fabric.

Impatient as always, Lady pushed up to sit on her haunches and promptly butted her head against one of the oven mitts.

The alien jolted back as though they’d been burned, somehow making a low, vehement click-click-click-churr sound as their head snapped back and forth between Patton and Lady with comical speed, seemingly trying to watch both of them closely at the same time.

“She wants you to pet her,” Patton explained, and then stretched his hand out a little further. “I’ll show you?”

When no clear objection came, he carefully stepped closer, and then held his hand out and rubbed his fingers together. “Pspsps, Lady, c’mere.” He received a deeply disdainful look for his efforts. “Hey now, I know you want attention, but forget out of this world, our buddy looks like they’re about to have an out of this body experience if we keep bothering them.”

He winked at the alien, who was staring at him and holding very still, like a deer in front of a T-rex.

After a few more seconds of coaxing, Lady seemed to grasp that her new best friend wasn’t going to start bestowing scritches upon her anytime soon, and turned to meander over to Patton instead.

The alien’s stillness abruptly began to feel more like the tension of a loaded spring. Patton kept his movements slow and gentle as he stroked a hand over Lady’s head a few times. “Like this, see? Roman says she’s arrogant, like a little queen receiving her dues, but I think she’s just got a lot of dignity packed into that teeny tiny frame. She loves when you scratch under her chin, too.”

He scritched lightly behind her ears before moving to do just that, and within a second or two, Lady had started up her low, rumbly purr, her eyes closing in the kitty version of a deeply pleased expression.

When he glanced up, the alien had leaned forwards slightly, watching them closely. This close, Patton could tell their eyes were actually a dark purplish color.

“You wanna try?” he asked, and carefully reached a hand halfway to one of their oven mitts and held it in the air there. An offer.

The alien recoiled slightly at first, but Patton simply waited, arm outstretched. After a few moments, they extended their own hand with painstaking slowness, caution lining their every move.

“There you go,” Patton encouraged, and took hold of the edge of the oven mitt to carefully guide their hand over to hover above Lady’s head. “She won’t hurt you, okay?”

Those uncanny eyes stared at him for a long moment, and then they lowered their mitt to brush the top of Lady’s head, the contact as light and delicate as someone handling fine china.

Predictably, Lady immediately bumped her head up into the mitt, a clear demand for more attention. Patton had no idea how she’d grown so attached to an alien that didn’t know how to pet cats– that didn’t even seem to know cats liked to be pet– but clearly she remained just as good a judge of character as ever.

Though the oven mitt made things a little more difficult, the alien managed something resembling clumsy chin scratches, and Lady made a little chirping meow at them. They tilted their chin up slightly and made a sound that wasn’t anywhere near a meow, but imitated a similar rolling cadence as the chirp.

Patton couldn’t help it; he grinned big enough to make his cheeks bunch up, overcome by how adorable it all was.

The alien took one look at him and shoved themself back hard, the plates on their skin abruptly flushing an inky black like a startled squid. Even Lady jolted, scurrying a few feet away as the rapid movement startled her in turn.

Patton’s expression dropped like a hot potato, but it was too late: the alien overbalanced, an unsteadiness to their movements, and hit the ground back-first.

They didn’t scream or yell even as their whole body seemed to sharply convulse with pain. Instead, the only sounds they let out were choked, hissing breaths as they scrambled for purchase against the dirt and twisted onto their side as quickly as possible.

The motion relieved pressure from their back— and also gave Patton a perfect view of the long, spindly limbs that protruded from their spine, bound together and convulsing like a cramped muscle.

There were four of them, almost insectoid in nature, made of the same material as the shiny plates over their skin, but thicker, more solid. Like the difference between a fingernail and a tooth.

The restraints weren’t digging into anything, but Patton could see the way the alien shuddered with each little twitch of the limbs, causing more pain with every automatic attempt to recoil from it.

With the oven mitts on, there was no way for them to remove the restraints.

Roman and Logan had a lot of explaining to do.

Patton knew his friends. They weren’t cruel, not intentionally and they wouldn’t do something like this without reason. Maybe it would be smarter to wait for them to return, get the full story. But they weren’t here now, and he didn’t know when they’d get back.

Patton had never been particularly good at staying still when there was something wrong happening right in front of him.

The alien was still making those horrible, pained little breaths, struggling to keep themself still.

The moment Patton audibly shifted forward, they seemed to realize just who their back was facing, and let out a rattling hiss, a sort of kh-kh-kh-kh that was more vicious than any other noise he’d heard from them so far.

He swallowed, but didn’t let himself falter.

“I want to help you,” he told them. “I don’t know how well you can understand me, but I can see that you’re in pain. I want to help, I— I won’t hurt you.”

Gradually, the defensive hiss faded, though every part of the alien he could see was still rigid with tension.

“I’m going to reach out and touch the restraints, okay?” Patton waited a beat, and then did just that, carefully avoiding touching the sensitive-seeming limbs themselves. Their back twitched slightly, probably not helping the pain, and Patton winced in sympathy. “Sorry, sorry. I can see the knots they did, and I think I can undo them. I’m going to try to loosen them by pulling, okay? If it hurts, hiss and I’ll stop, okay? Give me a sign and I’ll pause, I promise.”

The alien made a low click-click in the back of their throat, but let the side of their head rest against the floor, pointedly not reacting when Patton started moving his fingers again, working at the knotted strips of fabric.

Logan had probably designed the clever way the restraints connected, but Roman had definitely been the one to tie them. He’d gone to a sailing camp one summer when he was younger, and apparently learned all sorts of knots and ropework there. Patton still remembered him showing off the process of tying a butterfly knot at lunch.

It took some wiggling, and a few tense pauses after Patton accidentally tugged too hard in one place or another, but eventually he’d gotten the restraints loose enough to slowly pull them off the limbs without causing any further agony.

The alien pushed themself up to hand and knees as soon as the fabric slipped free, putting some distance between them and Patton before beginning to stretch those folded up limbs out… and out… and out.

“Woah,” Patton breathed, seeing the way the limbs uncurled to be almost as long as Patton himself was tall.

Using the wall as a support, the alien finally stood fully upright and turned to face Patton. Their newly-freed limbs spread out even wider, hovering in the air behind the alien like a scorpion’s tail held aloft, each ending at a curved point. Something about the sight of them made a faint, primal impulse in the back of Patton’s mind light up, sending a thrill of fear down his spine and demanding he get as far away as possible, as fast as possible.

His breath hitched just slightly, and he struggled to force the feeling away and ignore the pounding of his heart in his ears. The alien hadn’t tried to hurt him, and they weren’t being mean now. It was just his brain falsely recognizing a threat and flooding him with automatic wariness, much in the same way a cat’s mind filled with panic at the sight of an unexpected cucumber.

Even a comparison as silly as that couldn’t erase his body’s reaction, though, and when the alien took a delicate step forward, Patton’s shoulders rose up to his ears like a turtle shrinking back into its shell.

To his surprise, the alien halted their approach, apparently watching him just as carefully as he’d been watching them. After a moment of hesitation, their face pinched slightly, almost like the expression a human would make when wrinkling up their nose, and then– the flat thick shell covering the lower part of their face cracked in two.

With a series of crackling sounds that sounded pretty similar to Patton’s mom stretching her back in the morning, two interlocking plates separated and pulled back along the jawline, overlapping into hard ridges like a set of hard-edged wrinkles on either cheek. Where the plate had previously covered, there was a recognizable mouth, though the oddly-shaped lips were faint and thin, and the teeth configuration certainly had a lot more visible fangs than any human Patton knew, even with their mouth mostly closed.

The alien’s sharp limbs folded and unfolded slightly, moving in an absentminded way that made Patton think they were concentrating hard on something else. Their torso swelled with a visible breath, lower than Patton expected, and then their mouth finally moved

“Won’... hur,” they enunciated distinctly, with a sharp, inhuman click at the end. Then, they repeated the words again, the click more muted, almost sounding like a ‘t’. “Won- t. Hur- t.”

Won’t hurt.

Echoing Patton’s earlier promise one more time, they rotated one of those narrow limbs forward and extended it into the space between them.

Patton knew his eyes had to be wide as quarters, his apprehension replaced by a heartfelt awe as he reached out and watched as the end of that alien limb tapped gently down into his hand.

This close, he could see that the edge wasn’t actually razor sharp or barbed. Instead, it was similar to a cat’s claw, safe to lightly touch, but just curved and thin enough to catch and tear if force was put behind it.

There was no force behind it now, though, and Patton ghosted his fingertips over the smooth insect shell-like surface, surprised by how cool and sleek it felt.

He smiled broadly to himself, delight rushing through him. “I’m holding hands with an alien,” he confided to the alien in question, who had gone still for a moment before hesitantly smiling back.

Well, really, it was more of a brief, awkward baring of teeth, and the two halves of the face-plate clicked back into place shortly afterwards, but Patton was too overjoyed to care.

“This is so cool, I can’t believe it! We’re friends now, aren’t we? After that, how can we astronaut be friends, am I right? I’m going to tell you so many things about cats, you have no idea,” he rambled, easily releasing his new friend from their sort-of handholding when their limb seemed to twitch nervously. “Lady, pspsps, here kitty, come back over here and sit with us!”

Patton plopped himself down on the dirt floor, patting the ground nearby in a gesture that apparently translated well enough, because his alien friend only wavered in place for a moment before slowly folding their backwards legs to sit next to him.

Lady was lured in quickly by the temptation of cuddles like a heat-seeking missile, and Patton swiftly scooped her up and crooned at her before turning and setting her in his friend’s lap. “Here, let’s get those funny mitts off of you, you’ll have much better odds of being her new favorite if you can pet her properly!”

His new friend might be a little hard to read, but there was no misinterpreting the delicate care in every motion as they curled their talon-like fingers through Lady's fur. This alien was a fellow cat-lover, and Patton was feline pretty sure that this was the start of a wonderful friendship.

“There you go, you're doing great! Lady sure warmed up to you fast, didn't she? My other friends are probably going to freak out a little more, but don’t worry about a single thing, okay? I’ll explain everything to them, no purroblem!”

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Inside a house not very far away, a pair of teenagers stared at the counter, where a small mountain of cookie-filled tupperware sat. On the top of that mountain, they had found a bright blue sticky note with a message in familiar handwriting.

‘To Roman (or Logan! or both of you!)

‘Accompanying Lady Macbeth on a fur-ocious journey through the backyard wilderness to find a missing prince! If you get back before me, come join us!

‘Love, Patton <3 <3 <3’

Roman and Logan exchanged matching horrified glances, and then bolted for the back door without another word.

They had a friend to rescue.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fic #humans are deathworlders #ts patton #ts virgil #alien au #bthb #ycgb #you cant go back #My writing #writing #today is basically almost saturday when you really think about it /j

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anxiousgaypanicking · 3 months

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what job do each side work?

logan works an office or a teaching job; some job with a strict five day a week schedule, with a bit that can be done at home. im biased towards office (because logan and the "teacher" character are different characters in thomass vids, and i feel like logan would be Significantly Worse with kids), but i think he could do both

roman and remus both do art commissions from home to fund their own hobbies (romans being theatre and remuss generally being anything hes interested in in the moment). romans a better writer, and remus is a better artist, but they both love crafts and so have pretty bustling etsy shops (or something akin)

janus either doesnt work, or works a minimum wage job where he straight up just steals from there. he hates it, but often goes home with a bag of food that he can binge because it was gonna be thrown out anyway

i dont know what jobs patton and virgil would work. patton gives very stay-at-home dad energy, but i cant see him exceling in any field aside from like daycare attendant. and i think virgil gets too stressed to do anything (maybe like a stock boy at walmart lmao so he doesnt have to talk to anybody)

#ask #these are kinda basic but in my defense #ive only ever had one job

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marvus-xoloto · 1 year

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can't stop thinking about Auriel and his moirail, Nawali. I make a lot of girl OCs, so it's fun to make some guys. Basic info under the cut for my own future reference, and for any interested <3

Auriel Anonymous (caste name unknown... to us ;o) hehe). He/him and gay.

Sign: LECER, sign of the loyalist (olive+blood+prospit)

Lusus: big fat tom catcoon (british short hair cat/raccoon; roundest motherfucker you ever did see.) His names is literally just Tom.

Strife specibus: idk yet ^^ I've been thinking curtaincall!kind where he just. Smothers you with red velvet curtains lmfao.

God tier: heir of blood

Land: Land of Mirrors and Velvet

Hobbies: owns a coffee shop (for the gossip, but also bc he loves to bake); theatre kid (loves troll shakespeare)

Job: professional impersonator; works with reconaissance

Quirk: terrible, forced cat puns, glitched text every 23 words.

Basic appearance: 5'9 and fat. I hc him to look like a combo between Jack Black and Harvey Guilen. Curly haired like a roman. Wears tiny little spectacles and a generally smug but friendly face. Mimics your facial expressions as you speak (unconscious habit). Horns... hmm. The lesft on is like two kitty ears and the right one is like a curious kitty tail, sharpened to a point.

Nawali Amanis, transmasc he/they mlm.

Sign: SCORITTARIUS, sign of the doubtful (cerulean+void+derse)

Lusus: Little bitty mantis *shrug* he's named for the amantis nawai, which is a teeny tiny mantis species. He's very affectionate but so vulnerable to being stepped on, and needs to eat a lot of moths.

Strife specibus: scythe!kind

God tier: mage of void

Land: Land of flickering candles and windchimes

Hobbies: strings up a bunch of glass lanterns in the woods around his hive to capture moths for his lusus (he collects and pins them; the ones he's collected before are dinner for his lusus); makes fancy little terrariums; hybridizes poisonous plants and breeds venomous insects.

Job: works on the black market supplying drugs (to cure or to kill, makes no difference to him unless he's on a downswing); also supplies fancy terrariums to indigo and violet bloods (uses this as a way to get Auriel in to their hives).

Quirk: Talks pretty. Haltingly. Concisely. Carefully. Uses few words. Proper grammar. !!UN LESS!! !!HESD ON AN!! !!UPSIWGN!! or.... on a downswing.......

Basic appearance: 6'1 and slender. Honestly he looks like David Chiang (the model) in my head: very striking and delicate looking. Horns look like his sign. Wears eccintric, wizard-style clothing in bold prints. Always barefoot; his floors in his hive are filthy.

#silas.txt #my ocs #auriel #nawali

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golden-songbird · 1 year

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Once upon a time, there was a boy named Roman.

To everyone, he seemed like the perfect kid. He always raised his hand during class, even though he was wrong quite often. He got lead parts in the school plays and musicals, and he never rubbed it in the other kids’ faces. He was a pretty boy, slender and delicate, and of average height. His skin was a warm sepia tan, and his hair was a wavy, dark brown puff that often sat fashionably underneath his prized possession: a newsboy cap that he received after playing Jack Kelly in his school’s production of Newsies JR.

Though Roman quite enjoyed being alone with his thoughts, scribbling ideas and snippets of poetry and stories in one of his many journals, he mostly preferred to spend his time in the company of others. He was quite lucky to have a group of friends who he could trust. His brother, Remus, and his best friends: Logan, Janus, and Virgil.

Roman knew that no matter what happened, his friends would always have his back.

That was why he wasn’t afraid of his freshman year of high school. He shared four classes with Remus, three with Virgil, and one with Janus and Logan. As Roman beamed down at his schedule on the first day, looking around the swarming hallways, filled to the brim with panicked fellow freshmen, he felt a strange sort of calm; almost as if he was in the eye of a storm.

But then, the realization hit the group that this would be their first time not having all the same classes. Virgil shuffled from one to the other, and Logan adjusted his glasses as he took another look at his schedule.

“We ought to try making friends of our own,” Logan mumbled, “It is high school, after all.”

“What does age have to do with anything?” Remus protested, “Just because we’re older doesn’t mean I want to replace you!”

“No one said anything about replacing,” Virgil said quickly, “Logan’s right. I’m not excited about it either, but the best way to avoid becoming the standard, typical, loser freshmen is to make friends with people besides your middle school friend group. Expanding your horizons, or whatever. That’s what my therapist said, anyway.”

“Your therapist is an idiot,” Remus huffed.

“Maybe it’ll be fun,” Roman said, “New people aren’t so bad. Trying to talk to people, making friends? That’s how we found each other.”

“Whatever, dashing,” Remus scoffed, but the smile that formed on his face betrayed him. “I’ll try it. Once. I’ll probably hate it, though.”

“We can all try,” Logan said, “And report our findings during lunch. A solid experiment. We can determine the approximate amount of idiocy that Virgil’s therapist has.”

The first bell rang as the group exploded with laughter, and kids started rushing even faster to get to their classes.

“Well, we don’t want to be late,” Virgil sighed, looking at his watch anxiously, “Let’s go, then.”

Roman watched as his friends went left, seeing as they all had the same first class. He felt a faint pang of loneliness as he realized that nobody in his friend group was going to be in theatre class with him. But he shook his head, trying to stand up tall and be brave. That was what Disney princes did after all, and Roman knew everything there was to know about Disney princes.

As he stood in front of the door to the theatre classroom, decorated with rainbow streamers and quotes from popular plays, Roman took a deep breath. He would channel his inner Florian, Charming, Phillip, Eric, Adam, Aladdin, Li Shang, Naveen, Eugene, and Kristoff if it was the last thing he did. Before he could hesitate anymore, Roman pushed the door open mightily, knowing that if he didn’t do it in one fell motion, then he might chicken out at the last second. But as Roman walked inside the classroom, he was so glad that he didn’t.

There were even more posters in the classroom than there were on the door for plays, musicals, movies, books, even poems! Roman started to bounce on his toes as he read all the quotes, feeling alive with inspiration. As he looked further, Roman saw that instead of traditional rows of desks, the desks were in little groups, similar to how it was done in elementary school. The thought made Roman smile as nostalgia fluttered in his heart. Best of all, the classroom had a huge mural, and it was a big painting of all the Disney princesses up to Tiana standing next to their princes.

Roman felt like he was going to explode with joy.

“It’s Prince Florian!” he exclaimed before he could help himself, starting to feel his arms swing back and forth, back and forth as he swayed on his feet. “And Prince Charming, and Prince Phillip, even Eugene is here! People usually forget about him!”

“I see someone’s a fan of the mural.”

Roman turned around, and was met by a very tall man standing a few feet away from him. He was holding a large thermos of coffee, and was wearing a pair of sunglasses that completely blocked his eyes from Roman’s view. His smile was wry, but it didn’t seem sarcastic or malicious.

“It’s nice to meet you, I’m Mr. Diaz. The theatre teacher here at Sugar Hill High,” the man said, “I’m assuming you’re a freshman?”

“Is it that obvious?” Roman asked with a chuckle.

“I mean, if you had class in this room before, you probably would have gotten used to the mural by now,” Mr. Diaz pointed out.

“You’d be surprised,” Roman said, looking back at the beautiful picture, “I love Disney. I actually know everything about the Disney princes!”

“Everything, huh?” Mr. Diaz asked, before pointing to the man standing beside Snow White, “What’s his name?”

Was this kindergarten?

“Prince Florian,” Roman supplied easily, “Duh.”

“And how old is he?” Mr. Diaz asked.

“18,” Roman once again responded, quick as a flash, “A lot of people think he’s 31, but that’s actually just a rumor. He was confirmed to be 18 a while ago.”

“Wow, impressive,” Mr. Diaz hummed, “Who’s the best Disney prince?”

“Prince Eric. Hands down,” Roman said, feeling his entire body buzz with excitement. “He’s never mean, he has an open mind, and even though he’s a bit stupid for not recognizing Ariel, he has an excuse. He was literally on death’s door on the beach. Plus, he totally saves Ariel’s life! Bam! The boat went right through Ursula!”

“Interesting answer,” Mr. Diaz nodded, “Now…who’s the worst Disney prince?”

“John Smith,” Roman said, wrinkling his nose. “He’s not even a real prince! Plus, his story was completely fabricated. He lied about meeting Pocahontas in one of his stupid journals, and historians found it and thought it was the truth! And then they made a dumb movie about it!”

Mr. Diaz offered a palm for Roman to high five, and Roman grinned brightly, immediately doing so.

“I’ve never met someone who’s so passionate about Disney princes,” Mr. Diaz said, “I think I’m gonna like you, kid. What’s your name?”

“Roman!” Roman supplied, glowing at the praise, “Roman Mendoza.”

“Oh, Mendoza! I remember you!” Mr. Diaz said, “You were Jack Kelly in Eastern Middle School, right?”

“That’s me,” Roman said, “You came to see Newsies?”

“I try to see all the middle school shows, so I can get an idea of who my future superstars will be,” Mr. Diaz explained, “And I think I may have found my first one! Find somewhere to sit, okay, honey? We’re gonna get started with introductions here soon.”

Roman nodded and took a seat right as he was told, staring again at the mural. He couldn’t take his eyes off it. Ever since he saw Snow White when he was four, Disney princes had been Roman’s obsession. It felt like even more than an obsession sometimes. Roman would stay up late, losing sleep to reenact sword-fights, and he would quote the princes in school assignments, and everyday life. Every year for Halloween, he was a Disney prince, and he spent hours making the costumes look just right. A perfectly accurate representation of the movie.

Sure, it was a lot. But it made Roman happy.

“Alright, guys, settle down!” Mr. Diaz called out as the late bell rang. “Settle down. It’s the first day of school, and we’re all tired, we’re not used to waking up early, blah, blah, blah. I get it. Today’s gonna be a chill day. We’re just going to fill out and color this worksheet, and get to know our tablemates better, okay?”

Roman nodded along with the rest of the class, and while Mr. Diaz started passing around the worksheets, he looked to see who he was sitting beside. Not very many kids liked to sit in the front like Roman did, so most of them were in the groups closer to the back of the class. In fact, there was only one other person sitting in Roman’s group.

A shorter boy with pale skin, stick-straight blond hair, and glasses. He had a slightly rounder build, and he had stickers all over his arms and face. Roman thought they looked so cool.

“Hi!” the boy said, “I’m Patton! Are you a freshman too?”

“Yeah,” Roman said, “I don’t think I’ve seen you before. Did you go to Eastern Middle School?”

“No, I went to Braxton Middle,” Patton replied, “Why are you taking theatre? Do you want to be in the crew or something?”

“Actually, I want to be a performer when I grow up!” Roman declared, “I’ve loved acting for…my whole life, actually. I didn’t actually start acting until I was around eleven, but I’ve always loved watching musicals and singing along! I’ve just always known that I was going to be onstage, and-”

“That’s cool!” Patton said, “I want to be an actor too. I’m actually a really good actor.”

“Me too!” Roman said proudly, “At least, I think I am. I hope I am. People have told me I am! And they wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true, right?”

“Mhm, sure!” Patton chirped, “You seem smart. Can you help me with this worksheet?”

It was a worksheet on Shakespeare. Easy peasy. Roman loved reading Shakespeare plays and trying to figure out what all the fancy words meant, and one day during seventh grade, he went down a huge rabbit hole researching and learning about the guy. He wasn’t Roman’s favorite playwright, but Roman certainly knew enough about him to fill out a basic worksheet.

It felt really good, to be smart and desired for his talents.

“Yeah, okay!” Roman responded, holding out his worksheet next to Patton’s, starting to scribble his answers down so Patton could copy them. “Shakespeare is totally awesome. His tragedies are a little overhyped, I think comedy is where he really shines! I think “Midsummer Night’s Dream” is his best work, along with “Much Ado About Nothing”. That one’s totally hilarious! It’s about this guy, and he totally hates the idea of love, and so does this girl named-”

“When did he die?” Patton interjected.

“Uh…” Roman wracked his brain trying to remember, “Let me think…”

“Whatever, I’ll Google it,” Patton said, “Could you go get us some crayons so we can color this?”

“Okay,” Roman said, “What colors do you want?”

“Anything’s fine,” Patton replied, and Roman nodded and was off.

Suddenly, it came to him in a flash, and triumphantly, he shouted:

“1616! That’s when Shakespeare died, August 23, I think, 1616!”

“Uh, yeah,” Patton chuckled, “I already searched it up.”

Roman’s smile faded slightly. He had been proud of remembering that. But he supposed that Google was for research. There wasn’t much point in memorizing dates if he could just look it up whenever he needed it.

“I got red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, brown, black, white, pink, and gray,” Roman listed, setting the colored pencils on the desk. “I figured we can share so there’s enough for everyone.”

“How sweet!” Patton cooed, “That sounds perfect to me.”

Roman continued to chatter about whatever came to mind, occasionally being interrupted by Patton asking more questions about the worksheet. Roman was more than happy to supply answers. Patton seemed like a neat person, someone that Roman found himself looking up to. The guy was effortlessly cool. He was kind, and he called Roman nice things, like “adorable” and “sweet”.

Maybe making friends in high school wouldn’t be so hard.

By the time the bell rang, Roman and Patton had long finished their worksheets and were now just talking and getting to know each other.

Roman learned that Patton was an only child who had a cat named Beatrice and a dog named Bailey, that he loved to cook and bake, and that he put stickers all over himself all the time.

“I can turn in your worksheet for you,” Roman offered.

“Thanks!” Patton said, handing Roman his sheet, “I’ll see you later, okay? Wait- do you want my number? So we can just text whenever?”

Roman’s heart soared.

“Sure!” he said, holding out his phone immediately so Patton could type in his number, swaying back and forth on his feet with a huge grin on his face.

Patton handed it back after Roman turned in the papers, and Roman saw Patton’s last name in the contact information. Parsons. Patton Parsons. A fun and rather unique name, just like Patton himself! Roman was ecstatic, he felt like there was electricity in the air. First period, and he already made a new friend all by himself.

This was going to be a great year.

#sanders sides #roman sanders #sanders sides au #patton sanders #logan sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #virgil sanders #thomas sanders #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides fandom #unsympathetic patton #roman sanders angst #writing #tss #prinxiety

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edupunkn00b · 1 year

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Arizona's Journal, Ch. 4: In Coppenhagan

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I hate flying. Hate the TSA and the airlines and their bullshit ‘you can’t bring four ounces of water on board so we’ll gouge you $10 for an Aquafina past the first security checkpoint.’ Hate the scanners and the noise and the security theatre that took my contact solution but let me fly with the 5-inch Skeletool I’d left in my backpack from our last hike on Tiger Mountain. Hate it all.

The worst part of flying, though, was the hours and hours and hours it took to get my hands on the Kid so I could look him in the eye and watch him try not to laugh at the overprotective near paranoia that drove me to hop on a plane for a 13-hour flight because he wouldn’t pick up his phone.

“If you saw the guy I had in my bed, Arizona, you’d know why I didn’t want to answer,” he’d laugh and flip his neon green curls out of his eyes. “He went all day and all night.”

Then the Kid would give me a hug and make me breakfast for dinner and insist I take his bed while he slept on the couch. “What, you think I don’t clean the sheets? I’m not 19 anymore…”

He wouldn’t be lying in this damned hospital bed while Dino and the nurses and I all waited for him to wake up.

“Mrs. Prince? Your son has suffered a….” It bristled to be called fucking Mrs. Anything, let alone be called that foul beast who’d birthed this amazing, creative, brilliant kid, well, as the beard I fought against with an electric razor each morning protested, man. But it beat being left in the waiting room day after day, not being able to see him. So I lied and told them Remus was my son.

“Arizona?” Dino stood by the foot of the bed after another tonicity check the Kid had failed. “We have a staff meeting. I promised I would share the latest, even if…”

I nodded and held the Kid’s hand close to my lips. “Yeah, even if it’s just that he’s still breathing.”

“See you tonight, Remus,” he patted the Kid’s leg through the pristine hospital blanket and the little whooshing anti-blood clot booties they had the post-ops—and the coma patients—wear. “Wake up soon, man,” he whispered. “Your team’s pulling for you. Vi elsker dig,” He met my eyes and nodded. “Can I bring you anything?”

I shook my head. “I’m fine, thank you, though.” The nurses were kind and they kept hope in their voices and their words, but their eyes grew heavier with doubt each morning the Kid failed another Glasgow test. They’ve started pushing me more to go out and walk or have more than tea or whatever they could scrounge up from the break room.

They’re preparing me. The nurses and the orderly who comes in to help me gently twist and turn his six-foot tall frame to bathe him and change his clothes. Even the PA who found me a charger for the Kid’s razor when I couldn’t find the cord back at his apartment. They’re preparing me for the worst outcomes. They’re preparing me to be willing to leave this hospital without him. They’re preparing me and I know it and it fucking sucks.

I want to call Roman. I want to tell him his brother is here, that he should come and see him. Every day I don’t feels more like my choice and less like the Kid’s.

Each call had begun to end the same.

“Have you talked with your brother lately?” I’d always ask, knowing the answer.

“He’s busy with his newlywed life,” he’d say. Or, “I will once this project is done, I’m too scattered to make much sense anyway.”

“I’m sure he misses you,” I’d cajole, gently, softly. Repeatedly.

“I know. I just…” His sigh buzzed over the phone. "I'll call him."

I couldn’t find the charging cord, but I did find a phone bill. My number was the only one outside of Copenhagen on the damn thing.

I’m on one my ‘encouraged’ breaks while the Kid goes through another MRI. A muted television blasts images from the corner of this little café, hidden away at the entrance to staff parking. I can hardly believe the date. Been here three weeks. Coffee’s good, sunshine’s better. I just want the Kid to come down here and see it for himself.

#Arizona's Journal #Remus Prince #Arizona Tate #OC #Dino Patti #sorta OC #Roman Prince #mentioned #Happily Ever After Universe #cw hospital #cw implied suicide attempt

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Waking up earlier than the previous day, I made my way to the Old Town for breakfast. I found a cafe and ordered a Full English. One of my frustrations with Romania is that the food takes so long to come, and then when it arrives, it’s usually cold. This restaurant was a slight exception. Overall, in my opinion the food isn’t amazing in Bucharest.

I hiked north up Calea Victoriei admiring more grandiose buildings on my way. Eventually I arrived at Arcul de Triumf, a memorial similar in appearance to the one in Paris. This one was built to commemorate the fallen of WW2.

Like the one in Paris, this one is built on a roundabout. However unlike Paris, there isn’t an underpass meaning that you have to cross a busy intersection. The crossing took at least 5 minutes.

I arrived at Parcul Regele Mihai I. This great park had a lake and a Japanese Garden amongst other attractions. An added bonus was that some of the cherry blossoms were still in bloom.

I made my way back down the Calea Victoriei and stopped at the National Geology museum followed by the Museum of Natural History. This place was chaos, it was full of kids screaming with their parents rushing to take photos of the exhibitions. Nevertheless, it was a good museum.

My next stop was the National Museum of Romanian History. This was an interesting museum and educated me as to why Romanian, like Italian and French is a romantic language. It’s because Romania was under the Roman Empire for many years of course. It explains where the country gets its name and why the people seem are similar to Italians in their appearance and mannerisms.

In the Old Town I stopped for an apple pie and coffee before being drawn to Caru’ cu Bere for dinner, which is an old beer hall. The interior was very impressive.

I went to explore what was left of the old Jewish Quarter. It once spread from Unirii eastwards. The quarter was devastated by the holocaust, emigration to Israel and then demolished in the 1980s. There are a few remaining relics such as a theatre, holocaust museum and a few synagogues. Most of it has been replaced by communist flats which are now being replaced by modern flats which look like communist flats, and there are lots and lots of car parks. The area is slowly being regenerated though and it looks like it is becoming a business centre.

I explored the Old Town at night again. Being a Sunday there wasn’t much going on and a lot of the bars were closed. I was surprised because it is a capital city. After a few beers and a Gyros from a Greek restaurant I made my way back, this time without falling over.

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Forbidden Love

Synopsis: Janus has loved Roman for years now, but he had to sacrifice that love for a plan with the dark sides which includes betraying Roman amd getting together with Remus.

Pairing: Roceit

Tw: Crying, Janus angst, Unrequited Love, one moment mentions pinning up against walls which can be taken as romantic or sexual.

Him. It was always him from the start. There was always one boy that always caught Janus's eye, the boy that made him stumble on his words ; the one person who could only ever get the snarky Deceit to act soft ; even if it was when Janus was alone thinking about said boy. His charming smile, his beautiful shimmering green eyes, soft singing voice, everything about him. Roman.

Yet, he couldn't have him. It wouldn't work, it would mess up the whole plan. He had to betray Romam, that was how things worked ; he was Deceit.

Janus squeezed his blanket tighter towards himself, tears burned his scaled cheek as they continued to fall, staining his eyes. A few sobs left him, as he burried himself farther into his sheets and blankets. The lump in his throat tightened as a few sobs left him, puddles of tears on his blankets. God, he hated being like this. It wasn't like him, especially after he had so successfully tricked someone!

A loud knock snapped Janus out of his trance, he jumped, hissing angrily at the door. "Do you mind Remusss?!" he exclaimes defensively, voice cracking. He heard haunting laugh from the other side of the door.

"Oh come on Jan! Cheer up! You did great, sure my bro's hurt but, you got Patton and Thomas to trust ya. Betraying Ro was part of the plan," Remus reminded him, bouncing on his feet. "You should be proud of yourself, you usually are. "

Janus grumbled miserably ; Remus didn't understand. When you fall in love, that doesn't just go away. Especially, when he had loved Roman since they were kids, when Roman didn't even really know him. He wasn't sure if Remus had even been in love before, even if he had ; he clearly wasn't understanding.

He knew this wasn't everything, he knew he was meant to marry Remus if everything they wanted to do could be done. The problem was he was in love with Remus's brother, and nothing could be done about that.

At first the days dragged by, every hour feeling ten times longer than it actually was, every moment Janus saw Roman he was replied with uncomfortable glances, glares, and just genuine rivalry ; and it hurt. He knew it was deserved, but it hurt. Eventually, weeks started to go by,then months, and Janus avoided Roman as much as he could. When he had to see Patton to gain his trust he made sure to dodge any opportunity to be in Roman's presence.

His heart ached, he yearned for am opportunity to be with Roman. He wanted to tilt the prince's head up, before leaning in and connecting their lips together ; kiss him until they could barely breath. Pin Roman up against the wall and watch the prince trip and stumble on his words, watching him blush. He wanted to run his fingers through roman's hair as they listened to showtunes together, the two had more in common than either liked to admit, and theatre was one of those things. Roman saw himself as a hero, Janus was more of a villian; and yet somehow that only drew him too Roman more.

Sooner than Janus wanted, he knew he had to be engaged to Remus ; it was his plan, yet he didn't think he'd end up regretting it this much. Was loyalty to the dark sides worth this much? Was their plan against the others, mainly leading up to what orange was going to do, really worth it? To sacrifice the first real love Janus had felt since Virgil left years ago.

"Janussss, Jan? Janny are you okay?"

Janus blinked, the voice of a certain moral side jolting him back to reality, he jumped, clearing his throat. "Ahem, Yes?" he said, hoping Patton hadn't asked something important.

Patton giggled, smiling widely,"I heard you recently got engaged to Remus! How are you feeling?" He asked curiously.

Oh. Right. That. "Oh- yeah. Great, happiest I've ever been!" Janus insisted with a hiss, at least he was used to lying.

He knew it'd never be how he dreamed. The love he yearned so strongly for. All he had were his dreams, his heart ache, and the guilt. The hope that one day, maybe at least Roman could forgive him.

That would be enough.

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Weird question, but I consider you the expert: what would be the Oldie Squad's favorite movies?

Not a weird question at all! I like this one!

Jellylorum has always loved epics and musicals and grand theatrical pieces - if it's big and gauzy and has dance breaks, she's all for it (and if it's a sweeping romantic, even better). Some of her favourites include: La Belle et Le Bête (1946), The Wizard of Oz (1939), An American in Paris (1951), The Happiest Millionaire (1967), The Phantom of the Opera (1943), War and Peace (1956), The Sword and the Rose (1953), and Singin' In the Rain (1952).

(For a more "modern" example, she would adore the two Mamma Mia! movies and Moulin Rouge completely unironically.)

Asparagus sat through Lawrence of Arabia (1962) twice (and only fell asleep once during the second viewing) and that's about all you need to know about his film taste. Those epics and dramas that Jelly loves, he's been known to crank up to eleven, and he also likes a good twist and turn around - something he can just sit and contemplate about for several hours while he disassociates from reality, you know? Some of his favourites include things like Anatomy of a Murder (1959), Rashomon (1950) (And Throne of Blood - 1957), Hamlet (1948) and The Red Shoes (1948).

It's not all long dramas and such, though. He also shares Jelly's penchant for musicals, and loves The Pirate (1948), Hello, Dolly! (1969) and Swing Time (1936), and will devour any bloated swashbuckler film he can get his paws on (The Count of Monte Cristo (1934) being a favourite, and he's never seen a Treasure Island that he didn't like at least a little).

Skimbleshanks has never had the best patience when it comes to films - particularly long ones - but when he does settle down, he much prefers movies that are quick paced and witty, and it translates much better in its physicality, if that makes sense; you don't have to necessarily understand what is being said to be entertained. If it makes him laugh, even better time spent. Some of the films he's actually enjoyed include The Kid (1921), Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975), Safety Last! (1923), and Oh, Mr. Porter! (1937). He's also been known to occasionally dabble in things like The Secret Garden should he happen to crack an eye open while asleep in the lap of one of the Station Master's daughters.

(But also contradictorily, Skimbleshanks is the type who probably hasn't actually gone to a movie theatre in 20+ years, but will occasionally pass by someone watching something and get accidentally intrigued and ask all sorts of questions - "What's she on about?" "He certainly likes to yell, doesn't he?" "Who's that? Why are they crying?" - but refuse the offer to rewind it)

Jennyanydots is in a similar vein with Skimble: not much patience for whole movies (yet she has infinite patience for the soaps though). She also has the pesky habit of guessing the ending within the first fifteen minutes or so, so it's not much fun for her. That being said, of the few movies she's actually watched, her favourites are Mary Poppins (1964), and Gone with the Wind (1939).

Bustopher Jones *also* quite loves Gone with the Wind, and others like Sunset Boulevard (1950), Roman Holiday (1953), and The Blue Angel (1930). He's a *big* diva type of person, and an admirer of good costumes, which - in his opinion - are far better in live entertainment than on a screen, but he'll take what he can get.

Hathor's taste in films is...eclectic is probably the best word for it - she likes a little bit of everything. She's really the only of the oldie squad members who actually likes thrillers (Asparagus will watch some of them with her, but he doesn't have the stomach for all of it. She doesn't quite embrace full on horror films as well, but she'll give anything a shot once) and science fiction (Jelly would be more the go to companion for these, but only certain types).

Some of her favourite movies include The Day the Earth Stood Still (1951), The Last Man on Earth (1964), The Fly (1958), and The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (1920), but she also loves movies like Bambi (1942), Carmen Jones (1954), and The Shop Around the Corner (1940). She, much like Asparagus, will also consume just about any mystery film she can get *her* paws on. So honestly it depends when you catch her and in what mood.

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