#and for goodness' sake the man is aroace let him BE!

[i-dreamed-i-had-a-son]

All I'm saying

#star wars #the mandalorian #the mandalorian season 3 #din djarin #bo katan kryze #meme #my meme #kay can i just catch my breath for a second #this is because of the trailer and them working together but specifically the part where only she is with grogu #like he would never leave grogu with someone he didn't trust voluntarily #and for goodness' sake the man is aroace let him BE! #i am manifesting canonically aroace din djarin let's GO!! this is the year!! #1k #2k #3k

[badgerhuan]

throwing you mitsurugi and itonokogiri

*slams hands on desk* HELL YEAH LET'S GOOOOOO

Mitsurugi Reiji

Sexuality Headcanon: he is the single most aroace character i have ever seen in my entire life. and he is both touch-averse and sex-repulsed you can't change my mind.

Gender Headcanon: cis man

A ship I have with said character: mitsunoko my BELOVED. also very fond of qpr narumitsunoko with Naruhodou being the one coming into the relationship late.

A BROTP I have with said character: Mitsurugi's relationship with Mei is. so good. they're the most siblings ever. I also quite enjoy his relationship with Mikumo and with Mayoi!!

A NOTP I have with said character: non-qpr naru/mitsu......i'm sorry but. they would never.

A random headcanon: i'd say he's autistic but that's like. pseudo-canon anyway. so, i do think that he genuinely believes that Itonokogiri just really really likes soumen and doesn't quiet get the implications of the detective having soumen for every meal.

General Opinion over said character: i've been meaning to get into gyaketen saiban for like YEARS and i always was curious about MItsurugi's character, but damn i never expected to love him this much. he's had one of the best character developments/arcs in any franchise that i can think of and it makes me emotional how far he's come. i love him.

Itonokogiri Keisuke

Sexuality Headcanon: asexual but doesn't know it. messed around with sex when he was young, didn't understand what the big deal about it was, and never thought about it ever again.

Gender Headcanon: LISTEN i haven't given it much thought but.......i have the vague ideas of a trans man Itonokogiri in my brain..............

A ship I have with said character: same as above!!! and i also really really love the idea of narunoko at first starting to look out for each other for Mitsurugi's sake, but then growing closer and having genuine affection and concern for each other down the line.

A BROTP I have with said character: i adore his relationship with Mikumo, and honestly i think the mutual affection and respect between him and Mako is really sweet. i want them to be friends forever. 🥺

A NOTP I have with said character: i've seen people ship him with Mei and that was an instant Nope hahaha. i wish those shippers the best tho.

A random headcanon: he 100% has undiagnosed ADHD.

General Opinion over said character: hands down my favorite character in the franchise. the Itonokogiri i know and love from consuming the japanese version of the games is. so fundamentally different from the Gumshoe most of the english-speaking fans know from the localization. i respect and support their Gumshoe but he's like. an alternate universe version of Itonokogiri. i don't think i can forgive the localization for stripping so much of what made me fall in love with him. his acceptance that everyone never gets his name right (except for Mitsurugi). his -ssu speech quirk. his use of "jibun" as a first person pronoun. him canonically being good at shogi!!! HIS NAME BEING A DELIBERATE PARALLEL TO MITSURUGI'S MADE BY TAKUMI SHU. i love him so much and i mourn that a huge portion of the fandom will never get to know him.

#roch answers #gyakuten saiban #mitsurugi reiji #itonokogiri keisuke #mitsunoko #twotwinks #mt #i love them so much.

[manawari]

When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

Thank you for the tag, @griddle-cakes 💕

1. The Dragon Rider And His Guardian

→ I know that there are a lot of people who ship Jack Frost from the "Rise Of The Guardians" and Hiccup Haddock from "How To Train Your Dragon", but then me and my aroace psyche decided that they'd look great as best friends who see each other as brothers. Plus, Jack Frost and Hiccup are two of my comfort characters! Another reason why I like this fic so much is that this is the longest fanfiction I have ever written — 22,449k words and still remained as my longest fic that I could call as my masterpiece. I made sure to focus on every character development, as well as Jack and Hiccup's development together as the main dynamic or pair, and I was satisfied (and still am) that I managed to go beyond and ended it the best way I knew.

2. Infinite Leveling in the Tombs

→ this is a multi/crossover fic between three manhwas: Pick Me Up (Infinite Gacha), Solo Leveling, and Tomb Raider King. Before, I used to imagine SL and TRK in one universe, but when I got into PMU(IG), that was when I knew I had to merge these three manhwas together. I saw a lot of similarities in Han, Jin-woo, and Joo-heon — I like the vibes they have with one another back when I was writing this one-shot. So, I dedicated days in writing this fic, more or less, it had somewhat become a self-indulgence. At first, I genuinely thought this will beat "The Dragon Rider and His Guardian" in its length, but I stand corrected and accepted that no other fic of mine can steal its place HAHA! Anyways, this fic had been a rollercoaster and seeing how the characters go well with one another like it's natural, it made me proud<3

3. Nurtured Flowers In The Fields Of Dolor

→ it started with a simple aesthetic and a small snippet, ended with a full fic. Even though it didn't follow the original myth, I focused the plot based on Jinhae's personalities. What I love about this fanfiction is that I get to witness how descriptive I can get with each paragraph and fit the dialogues into the atmosphere. From Jin-woo believing that he was only Death and "love" was never possessed by him, nor could he possess it, to him learning to love Hae-in as his wife and his Queen. I truly enjoyed writing when it came to death and life, the contrast between them and how they connect at the same time. Part of it felt like I had created my own lore too.

4. The Shadow Knight

→ the sole purpose of this fic is that I wanted to write fight scenes that's all 😂

5. Man. . . Or A Monster?

→ this is that one fic where it crushed me to the very bone. No other fic of mine had done that before until THIS ONE. I went all out and gave Jin-woo a bunch of traumas, even making him fall for Hae-in and learn how to love beyond the darkness within him — only to rip him away from her in a bittersweet way. Yes, Hae-in is his home, but what's a home if it is disastrous? Jin-woo left for the sake of everyone, especially for the sake of the person whom he loved the most, and for his own good too. I love that I made his character deep enough to make me feel strong emotions.

Tagging— @i-bring-crack @zuppizup @jelzorz @ everyone else who would like to participate!!

#tag games

[fatedevour]

   Honestly it will be rare, if ever, that I reblog any memes related to romance even headcanon wise due to the fact that Dottore is VERY HEAVILY leaning towards the far end of the aroace spectrum. Dottore (Prime & other segments) has gone over 400 years without so much as a single moment of interest in dating or sex in his entire existence as a segment, which obviously doesn’t make for good to be able to answer the vast majority of questions that are on those sorts of memes. (And the ORIGINAL Dottore never did date or sleep with anyone.) By DEFAULT he doesn’t see the appeal of it when there is science to do and countless questions to explore in his pursuit of better humans. Why would he waste time with such trivial distractions? There’s no place for EMOTIONS in science. 

   It’s NOT IMPOSSIBLE to ship with him, but it is very near to it. Albeit some may potentially have it EASIER than others since they already know him or are on the same side. First of all, there’s the matter of WHO he is and the things he does that repulses many people, even among the Fatui. He won’t hide that and that have to accept that about him. There’s also the fact that science DOES remain first in his eyes and that’s something that one has to accept. He is not changing who he is for the sake of such feelings. Dottore is always the MONSTER he shows himself as, a beast that willingly ALLOWS those close to him to do things or get away with certain actions, or allows himself to be docile and calm. But he is never TAMABLE. His edges can soften to those he cares about, but they’re still JAGGED and SHARP. He is always something dangerous, even to those he might let close to the heart he is surprised to find he has. Never a soft, swooning type. He’s not good with emotions beyond PRIDE and FRUSTRATION/ANGER and he IS prone to violence. Prime not so much as the younger segments, but even he can and will if pushed or to purposefully provoke others at times. You have to be EQUAL in his eyes or at least worth his respect & interest to even have a slim chance. Dottore is Dottore, plain and simple. The walking red flag he is is what you get, none of this I can change him. He’ll just make you worse if anything. 

  YOU can like him, that doesn’t mean it’s returned. You might every well end up like Sohreh. And we all know how that ended.

   But in the chance he DOES......well like i said. The man never even imagined or entertained the thought so there’s a lot there for him to learn. A lot of PATIENCE also needs to be had because he doesn’t know this subject nor his own heart well. Too much affection and attention makes him recoil till he starts to warm up. But even then, smothering is never a good path. He does learn though and he’s GOOD at figuring out the ‘truths’ of people and their behavior. (Albeit it’s not particularly romantic since he takes a scientific observation approach to it but they don’t need to know that.) He was always believing himself to be aromantic till his partner, 400 years well qualifies that, and demiromantic does fall under the aromantic spectrum. Rather a SHOCK to him to take interest in another person after so long. As for the sexual aspects, he is sex-positive asexual when experiencing that but it’s just something to enjoy if it happens. It NEVER becomes a necessity or a NEED for him so much as an enjoyable activity. Though he is absolutely BLASPHEMOUS when it comes down to it, little shame in that field once he learns and catches on quickly.

   I’m happy to answer any questions people might have if you ever care to send something in or are curious about it, but I hope this gives at least a good GENERAL idea into him. Not impossible, but very difficult for sure. 

#♢ — ❛ to my chosen path I am unshakable ❜ ( hcs ) #me hoping this all makes sense #i think it does bUT YOU KNOW #in case it doesnt the ask is always open #and so is anon too #if you're shy cause believe me i understand

[rubye402]

Spamton's [[SPECIL]] Template by crossinthedark On Twitter. Link

Transcripts for top left just in case it's hard to read, and I hope y'all can read the rest fine enough:

-Cheeks disappear when eyes go static (Stress or Disassociation) or when sad.

-Eyes go fully black when Angry or Remorseful without pupils [Note this has since changed since the reference's making, and he can sometimes have white pinprick eyes.]

-Laughter makes glasses' colors switch around, the stronger, the faster they go back and forth.

-Eyes behind glasses have no/black color, and are "button/chibi eyes"

Anyways, welp. Might as well finally say it:

So I've had Deltarune brainrot from Spamton for nearly two months, and I fully blame my friend (Who I will keep unamed for now) who introduced him into my head and he took my brain to sell.

So uh. That's where I've been, and I've been working on this Plush!Spam's AU for a bit now. I'll put what I got under the cut, but here's the NEO/Height chart for those curious.

- ALL secret bosses will be plushies, made of different material. (Spamton is more akin to a worn down old plush that used to have fur, and I was planning on Jevil being a sort of Sackboy-esk plush.)

- Like I said above, Spamton used to be a fluffy plush, but much like how Canon!Spamton is not in his prime, Plush!Spam is very worn down and, either lost his fur, or he's EXTREMELY matted. Or some mix of both. Haven't decided yet.

- Plush!Spam has patches all over under his clothes, and just general mismatching stitching, all that he had to sew onto himself. Essentially preforming a skin transplant/emergency surgery on himself. Surprisingly, most of those were NOT gained from Post Big Shot era.

- All the Addisons are plushies as well, but they are the traditional plushies unlike the secret bosses. Like those giant Teddy Bears you'd get at a carnival. Very fluffy, cute, and thusly... Marketable.

- Yeah, this Spamton surprisingly CRAVES being called cute, unlike most interpretations and AUs of him. Because to him, being cute means you're more likely to get a sale. Think to those ads with cute sad puppies and sad kittens to get you to go to an adoption center. Relying on tugging at the heartstrings with something seemingly innocent. Though that's something ALL Addisons do, not just him.

- However unlike the Addisons, to other Darkners, he is VERY touch avoidant. Lightners are OK because they have souls Darkners can read like an open book, (Especially humans, thus Spam's trusting Kris, but Lightner Monsters can be read too) so if you have bad intentions, a Darkner can sense that. Now say you have good ones, then Spamton will have no reason to not trust any physical touch from you. As long as he can tell no harm will come to him from you, he is VERY touch starved and won't be afraid to ask for it. (For a fee, of course, but it's Spamton so that's not surprising.)

- Actually isn't participating in Snowgrave/Weird routes. He just up and left his dumpster open for ""Kris"" to grab the Thorn Ring, due to fragility in being a Plush, and being very aware of just how fragile he is, he's just much more Pacifist then Canon!Spamton is. And he's actually locked himself in the Basement, not caring if the Dark Fountain gets sealed or not. He just wants to survive, man. (So mechanically if this were in game, you WOULD have to actually fight Queen instead of him.)

OK a little less plot thinking, but just some little reactions he would have for the Spamton fans out there. Much more fluffy I promise.

- First off I'm making him AroAce so no romancing him, but you can still fluster him, I promise.

- If he trusts a Darkner (let's say "you" for the sake of perspective) and you offer him to stay with you, free of charge, while hesitant, once Spamton realizes just how serious you are about it... He'll just break down sobbing and clinging. Giving him a warm meal, a nice bed, and gentle care is too much for him. He took it thinking he got away with the best deal of his life, but knowing that "No, it's so much MORE than that" is what makes him practically glued to your side from now on.

- And heaven have mercy if you're a Lightner and want to take him to a Darkner home you have, or find a way to bring him to the Light world? He would simply pass away on the spot. Because he can TELL you're being honest, and he can TELL your intentions are just so pure and kind. And it makes his little Darkner heart fill up so fast a little too quick. Again, he's glued to your side instantly.

#Deltarune SBPlush!AU #deltarune #spamton #spamton g spamton #Plush!Spam #kris deltarune #technically #spamton deltarune #deltarune au

[chanellaco]

feelings are complicated. 

by angel.

even though I am absolutely enamoured by one man, that fact does not change anything for me. most men suck

perhaps I’m being a ✨hypocrite ✨but..

am I the assho– jkjkjk if I hear that automated voice when I scroll down the inevitable rabbit hole that is the tiktok for you page, I will scream

ok anyways!

so this year, every one had one elective they could chose and since I absolutely love plants and would totally want to have my own garden someday (and perhaps if we don’t live in this capitalism system, I would become a florist but alas), I chose applied botany.

i met some incredible amazing people who make class and learning super fun. one of them was a guy named.. let’s name him c.

so I actually started talking to him outside of class since we had a mutual friend together and we had some common interests.

at first, I liked hanging out with him. we liked pretty much the same stuff so we didn’t run out of things to talk about. then.. one day, something changed.

I don't know why or when but I started having this feeling of uncomfortable-ness when I was around him. I think it started when he started saying “dirty” or “erotic” jokes to me and I just felt extremely uncomfortable. Then he started following me around everywhere even outside of class and he would tail behind me.

I should have said something, maybe established my boundaries earlier.

It felt weird to me because I usually have a dirty mind to, heck I read fanfic for god’s sake.

i also have a guy friend who’s super into like hentai and he would send me his favourite hentai and tell me the whole plot because he obviously pays attentions to the plot.

but I don’t feel uncomfortable around him, I feel the opposite. he’s really good friend of mine and I can talk to him for hours about any topic (whether we agree on it or not). I don’t have that feeling in my stomach that I need to go away.

I only get that very rarely and the first time I felt that in years was with c.

then. yesterday happened.

yesterday was a rainy day. there is a reason why guns and roses has a song called November Rain. it was a day like any other day this week.

my friends were huddled together but I went out on my own, looking for j. maybe just to look at him from afar or perhaps I finally had the courage to hang out with him but I went looking for him anyways.

then c saw me and we started to talk. it was normal, I still had this feeling in my gut to go away and be as far from him as humanely possible but I persevered and manage to do one conversation with him.

it was just some small talk, “how are you? how’s school? any recent exams? the conversation you have with people that are strictly your school acquaintances.

we walked to the front of our building’s entrance as it was almost the end of break time when suddenly there were two guys behind us.

they were his friends so naturally I smiled at them and greeted them hello.

all of a sudden they ask, “hey, isn’t that the girl you like?"

that thought immediately froze me. my first reaction was a face of disgust and I looked at c, extremely disgusted at what his friend said.

he also pulled the same look on his face and told his friends to screw off so thank you for that, c.

“I’m sorry, they’re weird.”

oh

oh

he didn’t deny it.

“yeah, they are. no offence, I have a boyfriend."

why did I lie about having a partner? ME? OUT OF ALL PEOPLE? SERIOUSLY?

why was that my first thought? why can’t I just put my boundaries down and let him know that I only thought of his as a friend?

“oh yeah, I’m aroace so don’t even worry about it."

the thing is, that’s why I felt so comfortable with him in the first place. because I was so sure we would have no feelings between us, ever. or that my brain wouldn’t misinterpret his actions as “romantic” because they will always be platonic. Sometimes, when I become friends with the opposite sex, my brain would always interpret their actions as “possibly romantic”.

There’s only a few people I genuinely really liked over the years because my brain has conditioned itself to think that.

“I know, I know. you can still like someone, you know? I mean not “like” but have some sort of special feelings for them. feelings that aren’t platonic but aren’t romantic either.”

Those were the last words I said to him before we went out separate ways.

Today, we had botany class together and he did not talk to me, he didn’t even looked at me either.

I feel extremely bad. I genuinely really liked being with him, well before I started getting the weird feeling in my stomach but still.

I still think most men suck but he’s one of the guys I think doesn’t suck. he’s a great guy, maybe I can cheer for him from afar because I don’t think I can be near him right now.

feelings are complicated, especially when you’re both young because you have no idea how this thing works.

[arotechno]

Jughead (2015), Issues 1-6: Discussion and Commentary

"I am like unto a god, Archie Andrews. Respect me as such."

Recently re-typed and ready to go, here is a broad discussion of the first volume of the Jughead reboot comic series. I was originally going to review each issue individually, but given that the first six comprise one story arc, I decided to do the whole volume in one go. That means this is a bit crunched for time and therefore not quite as in-depth as I wanted to go! But I encourage you to read the comics for yourself, if you are able.

This will not be spoiler-free, for the record! The images here are taken from my own copy using my phone, so they're not the best quality! But they also aren't especially crucial to this commentary, so you'll have to bear with me.

I just really like the inside cover art for this volume, alright (it's also the cover of issue 5)? I can't help it, I'm aro, I see heart imagery and something in my brain goes haywire.

When we first meet Jughead at the beginning of Volume 1, he comes off as lazy and apathetic, at least on the surface. After an all-nighter of playing video games, Jughead is dragged to school by Archie. There, they find that Betty has started a new campaign to save Fox Forest, a beloved local greenspace that is being threatened by Veronica’s wealthy father, Mr. Lodge. Jughead is… not very interested in Betty’s cause, to put it politely. It’s not that he doesn’t care about Fox Forest, but he does not believe that Mr. Lodge would be convinced to change his mind by a petition. He tells Betty as such, and she remarks that he lives a very hollow life.

“Man, you’re so cynical,” Archie tells him. “Is there anything you’d actually fight for?”

The answer is yes. What ultimately gets Jughead to fight for something? Food—well, kind of, but we’re getting ahead of ourselves.

When Archie and Jughead get to class, they learn that the principal of Riverdale High, Mr. Weatherbee, is being replaced out of the blue by a new guy called Stanger. Stanger is a stiff, serious type, and he immediately starts making changes: new uptight teachers, a strict dress code, new bootcamp-esque curriculum, and most importantly, supposedly nutritious slop to replace the food in the cafeteria.

This sends Jughead down a bit of a rebellious path—he’s not a rule-breaker, but he’s perfectly comfortable with bending the rules in his favor while narrowly skirting around getting into trouble. He starts selling burgers in the cafeteria, with the proceeds benefitting Betty’s fundraiser for Fox Forest.

(Hell yeah, Jughead, unionize that student body! Sell those burgers! You have nothing to lose but your chains!)

This stunt gets Jughead on Stanger’s bad side immediately, and a slowly simmering feud between them ultimately boils over when Stanger plants a knife in Jughead’s backpack to get him expelled. Thankfully, his dad is able to talk his sentence down to a week’s suspension, but that doesn’t stop his friends (and his mother) from worrying about him.

As an aside, I’d like to take a moment to appreciate Mr. Jones.

“Something’s off here and I’m not sure what it is, but I am sure Jughead didn’t bring a knife to school. My boy’s weird, but he’s not a criminal.”

I really like this line from him to Betty. He clearly knows his son and is willing to stand up for him, and it’s comforting to me, especially viewing the story through the lens of Jughead being aroace, that Mr. Jones is not at all bothered by his son being a bit on the strange side, as long as he’s still a good kid. Nothing but respect for Forsythe Jones II in this house.

Something fun and unique about this volume in particular is that in every issue, Jughead either falls asleep or passes out, and has an elaborate imaginative dream about the events of the story. In one he’s a pirate, for example, and in another he’s visited by a descendant of Archie’s from the future, who belongs to the time police. But towards the end of the volume, the line between these daydreams and reality seem to blur for Jughead. He comes to the conclusion in one particular nightmare that Stanger is trying to brainwash them all into becoming mindless agents for his evil organization—and then he realizes he may not be that far off from the truth.

Jughead brings this realization—that Stanger is using the school as a sort of training ground for secret agents—up to his friends, and understandably, they aren’t convinced. They worry that the compounded exhaustion of multiple all-nighters playing games and the stress of being suspended has started to get to Jughead, but he vows to prove it to them.

I mean, damn, Betty, that kind of hurts. (Don’t worry, Betty is actually a good friend, as I’m sure we’ll get into later in the series.)

To make a long story short (and to avoid spoiling the entire plot for those who haven’t read it!), Jughead does find proof, and once he does, his friends are immediately on board. They are ultimately able to save the day, and once it’s revealed that Stanger and the new teachers are ex-CIA trying to brainwash the students (no, seriously), Mr. Weatherbee is re-instated as principal and things return to normal.

I’m leaving out a lot of nuanced details, mostly for the sake of time, but there are a lot of surprisingly weighty moments to this first arc, and Zdarsky’s character writing is incredibly endearing and funny, while still hitting the serious moments when it needs to. There’s an interesting underlying commentary in this arc about military recruitment and U.S. propaganda; Stanger says that he specifically chose Riverdale because the students are so average. There’s something to be said here about the way the military industrial complex preys on average or underprivileged teenagers to convince them to serve when they feel they have no better path to take. It’s an almost funnily serious commentary for Zdarsky to make with a seemingly silly and off-beat comic series, and I respect him for that.

(If you recognize this panel, it’s because it appears on the page where Jughead’s asexuality is canonized. What a good page. So good that nobody ever points out this panel.)

By the end of Volume 1, we see that Jughead maybe isn’t as apathetic and careless as he seemed to be. Sure, he got up in arms about food of all things in the beginning, but it stopped being about food very quickly, once he realized that something truly messed up was going on. And it bothers him, deeply—at one point, the gravity of the situation begins to weigh on him so heavily that he nearly gives up entirely, convinced that there is nothing they can do and that they ought to just lie low until they make it out. But he does end up making things right, with the help of his friends, and in the end, he does decide to help Betty out after all. It’s the least he can do, really. You do get the impression that although Jughead’s friends often don’t take him seriously, they’ll always have his back when it counts—and he’ll do the same for them, even if he’ll insist on being a bit snarky about it.

(That slightly cynical attitude is still there, though, and truthfully, Jughead wouldn’t be the same without it.)

To close out, I am just going to share some of my favorite panels/quotes that didn’t fit elsewhere, including some choice Aro Moods. I hope this (admittedly brief) discussion of Volume 1 convinces you to read the comics, and to join me again when I cover the next arc. Until then, cheers to Chip and Erica.

Jughead’s attitude towards Archie’s romantic problems will never not be funny to me. He’s just like “RIP to you but I’m different.”

Kevin. :/ Kevin come on, man. Mr. Zdarsky, sir, this is character assassination. (Jughead’s face in the corner is a reasonable reaction.)

This one’s gone around so many times before (as have a bunch of other aro moments that I don’t think I need to bother re-posting here), but I just think it’s neat. Don’t worry, Betty lets go.

Aaand lastly, I just really like this line from Jughead. “The world is out of our hands, pal. You just gotta make your own weird way in it.” That we do, Jughead. That we do.

#my god the pain i went through to write this #aro #aromantic #aro jughead #ace jughead #aroace jughead #long post #jughead jones #ooohhh i'm gonna make shitterdale stans sooo angry #jughead comics #techno's jughead reread #<- tag for this little series #op

[sunsetcurvecuddles]

If you're still doing the prompts you should do the gang (alex, julie, luke, reggie) and (platonic) cuddles!!! (I'm so soft for them and have read every jatp fic tagged platonic cuddles KFKZKDKD)

you know what ask and you shall receive. i wanted to write core4/juke cuddles today so here’s a mindless piece with cuddles and nothing else.

sit tight like bookends // 1.5k words // ao3 link in reblogs!

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Luke’s kind of having a terrible day.

It’s not terrible for any reason. He’s just grouchy. For starters, he misses being alive. It’s nice to be able to touch Julie now, and to occasionally be visible to people with her help, but it’s not the same. On a day like this in the past, he might have gone for a hard run, just to sweat and feel his heart race. Or maybe taken a nap. Or eaten a bunch. He knows ghosts don’t get hungry, but he misses being able to eat just for the sake of it sometimes, for the comfort of warm food on a cold day.

Not that he can feel the cold anymore either. But whatever. You get the point.

So he's having this terrible, grouchy day, and he ends up spread-eagled on Julie's bed, even though he knows he's not meant to be in her room. It just sucks how long she's gone at school every day, and he knows he's not supposed to visit her at school even more than he's not supposed to be in her room. He's not even prying through her stuff this time! He's just innocently feeling sorry for himself.

Even with his eyes closed, he can feel and hear the presence of someone else poofing into the room. Then he hears Alex's voice, "Dude, you know you're not supposed to be in here when Julie's not home."

Luke cracks open one eye. Alex is standing with his hands in his pockets, but his shoulders aren't all up against his ears like they get when he's anxious. More than anything, he looks that particular, Alex-brand mixture of irritated and concerned, eyebrows raised, lips pressed together, eyebrows furrowed. "C'mon, man. What gives?"

Luke sighs, long and dramatic, and snaps, "I don't know, okay?!" mostly just because in the moment, it feels good to be a little terse. Then the moment ends, and he feels bad, his stomach turning all tight and guilty. "Sorry, Lex," he groans, dragging his hands over his own face and then keeping them there, so he doesn't have to see Alex's expression melt into that other Alex-brand look, the one where he's halfway between knowing and affectionate. Somehow, that face is worse than the irritated-concerned one. "I'm just... I dunno. I don't wanna be a ghost any more. And I miss food. And Julie's still not home. Today sucks."

"That's fair enough," says Alex, like he always has when Luke is whinging for no reason, because Alex only ever tells him to shut up or be reasonable or quit whining when he's really being ridiculous, and Luke appreciates that, that Alex knows when to let him ramble but knows when enough is enough. Luke feels the mattress move as Alex sits on the end of the bed. "Like, you shouldn't be such an asshole about it—" Luke can't help but smile at that, knows Alex is grinning too without even looking "—but it's still fair." A moment of silence. In his mind's eye, Luke can see Alex staring into the carpet like it holds some answers for him, thinking hard enough it basically counts as a workout. "Is there anything I can do to help?" Alex asks eventually, soft. He means it.

Luke shrugs. It's nice in this dark little cave he's created with his hands. "I don't know, man."

"Okay," says Alex. The mattress shifts more under Luke. Then, Luke feels his right side glow with warmth as Alex lies down beside him. Sometimes he wonders if since they became ghosts, he can actually feel his boys' auras, or something, because he's sure this sense of care and steadiness didn't radiate off Alex quite like this when they were alive. Maybe it's been since the Orpheum, actually. Luke can't really remember. "C'mere," Alex encourages him. "I'm good for hugs today, if you want some."

Maybe once upon a time Luke would have pretended not to be eager, but even then, he would have done a bad job, and now he doesn't even bother with the act. Immediately, he takes his hands off his face, blinking against the return of the light as he turns to Alex, flings an arm across Alex's chest and a leg over Alex's hip, snuggling up tight until he's plastered to the side of Alex's body. Alex just laughs, quiet, extends his arm out so Luke can pillow his head on Alex's shoulder, one hand coming up to mess up Luke's hair even more than it already was.

For a moment, they lie there together, Luke relaxing until he feels more and more like his body and Alex's body are synced, breaths coming in and out at a similar pace. The bitter, jittery feeling in his spine eases back, lets go of his tongue, so he feels less likely to bite at whoever comes close.

Which is good timing, because there's another whoosh, and this weight lands behind him, on the bed as soon as they arrive.

"You guys are cuddling without me?" Reggie says, but he doesn't sound upset. In fact, he sounds delighted that there's cuddling happening, period. There's scuffling, and then two thuds, because Reggie knows better than to let his shoes touch Julie's bed, and then Luke feels a different warmth, sweeter than Alex's, more caramelised, and Reggie spoons against Luke's back, his nose burying into Luke's neck and one arm laying all the way over him to rest on Alex's chest.

"We were cuddling without you, because Luke was being a miserable grouch, but we've been interrupted," Alex says primly, and as Luke manages a mildly offended hey!, Reggie laughs, not phased at all. Luke can feel it as it vibrates from Reggie's chest to his own back, the tangibility of his joy making Luke feel warm from the inside. Reggie and Alex start bickering over the top of his head, and he doesn't really pay attention to them. Some part of him is trying to string some lyrics together, about being warm, about being able to feel someone else laughing because they're pressed so closely to you that their happiness feels just as much your own. But he's not quite sure what he's trying to say, yet.

They're still there when Julie gets home from school. Luke hears the door open and close, feels Reggie go tense, like he's worried they're going to get yelled at. But Julie only sounds kind of exasperated when she says, "Seriously, guys? Boundaries?"

"Luke's having a bad day," Reggie explains right away.

"Not anything serious," Alex corrects him, "just in a bad mood."

Luke nods and wriggles a bit between his boys, sits up so he can look at Julie properly.

The feeling of his heart in his mouth when he sees her will apparently never stop. She looks tired and ruffled from her day at school, hair a cloud around her face where he can see she was running her fingers through it as she thought in class, skirt crumpled at the hem where she would have wrinkled it in her fist, rubbed the fabric between her fingers. She dumps her backpack on the carpet and offers him a grin, and he can't remember what in the world he could have been grumpy about. If being a ghost brought him to her, being a ghost is awesome.

He looks around at the bed and realises they're going to have to rearrange, but Alex and Reggie seem on the same page at the same time, because they're his favourites and he loves them and he wants them close to him always. They move, adjusting and shuffling around, until a spot for Julie appears in between Alex and Luke. With a relieved sigh, she flops down, and Luke might be fooling himself, but he thinks he feels her energy, too. It's softer than Alex or Reggie, enveloping, like warm water scented with something beautiful.

She leans over Luke to kiss Reggie's forehead hello, then kisses Luke on the mouth (she tastes like the cherry bubblegum Flynn always carries around), then she turns to kiss Alex on the cheek. "I have homework to do later," she says, but it comes out a little garbled as she surprises herself with a yawn. Luke, Alex and Reggie exchange a fond look over the top of her head — she'll be asleep before she knows it. Alex nods his head at the clock on her desk and mouths I'll wake her up, because Luke and Reggie both have absolutely zero time perception.

Luke wraps his arms around Julie's waist and holds her close to him, and she settles in, Alex curling up to hold her from behind while Reggie moves up a bit, so he can press himself to Luke and run his hands gently through Julie's hair at the same time. Their different kinds of warm all stitch themselves together, weaving over Luke's body like a blanket, like a shield. All that's wrong with the world is on the other side, kept away from him by Alex's fingers rubbing little circles into Luke's side, by the feeling of Julie's chest rising and falling with her breaths, by the movement of Reggie's arms over his head. By all of them curled as close to him as they can be.

Luke's day isn't so terrible after all.

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[imaginejamesandsirius]

It's at James's wedding to Lily. Remus is officiating and Sirius is the best man. Like, AT the alter james suddenly realizes he's in love with Sirius and then kinda blurts it out. He ends up marrying Sirius instead. Lily's feelings are not hurt because she's aroace and was marrying James because her parents were threatening to pick someone for her. She's already pregnant with harry and they (Sirius and Remus and Lily and James) end up living in a house together :)

Because Remus was a wonderful friend and didn't begrudge James for choosing Sirius as his best man (and only man, since he and Lily had decided they didn't want four people standing on their respective sides and Sirius was capable of taking care of everything on his own), he was the one officiating James and Lily's wedding. He was also very understanding about the fact that they were only getting married because Lily was pregnant, and all of the ministers they had met with had been very judgemental about that fact.

That being said, Remus was obviously nervous. He had the Bible open in front of him because he needed a place to hide his index card that had all his notes on it, and they were all pretty sure that there was supposed to be a Bible open while the ceremony was happening. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the joyous union of James Potter and Lily Evans in holy matrimony."

You know, James had known that he didn't love Lily, but the fact that he was about to marry her made his tie feel a lot tighter than it had five minutes ago. Like, he'd known five minutes and a day and a week ago that he was going to marry her, but it hadn't made him panic like this. It's as if it was suddenly real, where it hadn't been before.

Remus was still talking, but James's hadn't been paying attention. He only knew that he was supposed to be doing something now because Sirius tapped his elbow to hand him the card that he'd written his vows on. Him and Lily both knew what this marriage was going to be, but they'd agreed to do a semi-fancy ceremony to appease their various friends and that included exchanging vows. James had thought it was a good idea when they were planning, but now that the time had come, he felt like he was going to throw up. Still, he turned obligingly to Sirius to accept the card. Sirius smiled at him comfortingly as if to say 'I know you can do this' then leaned back to his spot.

"-the couple will now share their vows," Remus said, looking at James expectantly.

They'd practiced this. The timing and when to do what. Where they should look. James opened his mouth without turning to Lily and blurted, "I'm in love with Sirius."

The room went unnaturally silent.

It was a hell of a moment for James to realise it. His mind finally shoved the pieces into place, letting him know without a doubt that what he felt for Sirius wasn't normal best mate feelings. In hindsight, all the time he'd spent thinking about Sirius's mouth should've clued him in sooner, but better late than never, right?

Except Remus blinked at him, blind-sided, and James was starting to think that maybe he would've been better off if he'd realised it later then... well, then in the middle of his wedding to Lily. "Erm," Remus said in an undertone, glancing down at his notecards, "I don't really- should I say it again?"

Lily snickered.

Remus narrowed his eyes at her. "That's not helpful. Sirius?"

"Don't bloody look at me," Sirius breathed, sounding shocked.

James winced. At seeing the wedding party at the front of the chapel talking, the guests took that as a sign that they could talk, and there was a dull roar as everyone exchanged whispers about the situation. "Yeah, alright, shite timing, that's my bad."

"Your bad?" Sirius repeated incredulously. "For fuck's sake, James, I think that's a bit of an understatement."

Lily's laugh got louder as she struggled to keep quiet.

"Still not helping," Remus said to her.

"Oh I'm sorry," she said, not sounding very sorry at all and grinning widely, "but you have to admit, this is pure gold. I thought they were dating at Hogwarts and it turns out James didn't even know he fancies Sirius?"

"Woah, what?" James asked. "You knew?"

"Mate, the only one who didn't know is you," Remus said. Then he glanced at Sirius and added, "Sirius may not have known either."

"I knew that he thought I was fit; I didn't know he fancied me," Sirius hissed. "I mean, yes, I love him, but he's a sodding idiot! What arsehole doesn’t realise something like that until they’re getting married to someone else?"

"I'm beginning to feel ganged up on," James said, but he couldn't be too upset with all the butterflies in his stomach over hearing that Sirius loved him. Sirius loved him! Talk about a best case scenario. And yes, Sirius had said he was stupid, but with all the current evidence supporting that, James couldn't hold it against him. Plus, y’know, he could be stupid at times, and he knew that.

Lily snorted. "You deserve it. I mean really, waxing poetic about his hands? What did you think was going on in your head?"

"Yes this is very funny and I think we should continue it later," Remus said, "but for right now, what the hell do I do? In case you lot forgot, there's sort of a full house, here."

"Sirius," Lily said, leaning to peer around James to look at him, "how do you feel about marrying James?"

"What?" James said, but he was ignored as Lily continued.

"We've already got the venue and all the food, and I feel like someone should get married today, just so it's not a total waste."

"While that is a lovely idea, Lils, I don't think James would want to-"

"James would very much want to," James interrupted, turning to look at Sirius. "I still want to live with you, but Lily's having the baby and- I mean, it makes sense, doesn't it?"

"You're absolutely barmy, and the answer is yes," Sirius said. Which, knowing him the way that James did, wasn't much of a surprise; he was always up for the crazy ideas the instant that James said he wanted to. In the grand scheme of things, this wasn't any different.

"Okay," Remus muttered, looking down at his notes with a frown. "Erm. I don't really have a contingency for this. Do I start over?"

Lily tossed her bouquet to Sirius, who caught it even though he seemed bewildered that she had given them to him. "I think you can skip to the 'I do's'." She took off the veil and-- with a massive grin-- stuck the clip of it in James's hair. She picked up her skirts and took a little step backwards as Remus took a step to the side so he was standing in between James and Sirius instead of James and Lily.

"Do you, James Potter, take Sirius Black as your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, till death parts you?"

"I do," James said, not entirely sure that he wasn't hallucinating, but also, he wasn't going to say no on the off-chance that this was real.

Remus nodded. "And do you, Sirius Black, take James Potter as your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, till death parts you?"

"I do," Sirius said, sounding only slightly more put-together than James did.

*

Harry wrinkled his nose, squinting up at Sirius.

"Something wrong, prongslet?" Sirius asked.

"I do not think that story is true," he said, his words carefully arranged so that it didn't sound like he was calling one of his fathers a liar; he'd been told a few months ago not to call other people liars because it was rude.

"I promise, that's how it happened."

Harry's eyes squinted even more; Sirius doubted he could see anything with how little space there was between his eyelids.

"Why's Harry giving you that look?" Lily asked, walking into the room.

Sirius sighed, ruffling Harry's hair as he turned his face towards Lily. "I told him how me and Dad-" Dad meaning James "-got married and he doesn't believe me."

"It's a rather unbelievable story," Lily said understandingly. "But that is how it happened, Haz. You can ask Uncle Moony later, if you want to double-check."

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[shenanigumi]

5 male characters I love

Tagged by @impracticaldemon! Thank you!!

I decided to put them in approximate order, so these really are my top five that I can think of. But to spare myself a considerable amount of agony, I made them all from different fandoms to reduce the sheer number of choices.

1. Kazama Chikage [Hakuouki]

Everyone on this blog should already know this, but in case anyone needs a refresher on why, let me just redirect you to my existing, long-established essay. For the sake of this post, the TL;DR version is that, despite being morally ambiguous at best, he’s a fascinating, multifaceted character with his own strong set of beliefs based on his own internal compass, and I appreciate that. Even if those beliefs are that humans are worthless compared to demons.

2. Zelos Wilder [Tales of Symphonia]

Zelos. Oh man, Zelos. I’d love to give my entire spiel about him, but I’m afraid my style of character analysis is as long and spoiler-ridden in other fandoms as this one, so I’ll keep it brief. The gist of it is that while most people who hate him dislike his skirt-chasing tendencies, his narcissistic, flirtatious persona is actually a mask rooted in cynicism and self-loathing. Unfortunately, the anime doesn’t make the depth of his character clear, and the sequel to the game makes it worse by flanderizing his playboy aspects, so not enough people understand that he’s not half as shallow as he seems.

3. Jade Curtiss [Tales of the Abyss]

I love him. I just… love him. I hear that during the development of the game, the designers wanted to make him an antagonist, but they ended up liking him so much they had to include him in the party. That plus the gif should tell you all you need to know about him already: there’s no getting the better of this snarky sociopathic badass, and he knows it. (Plus, I like to think of him as much-needed aroace representation.)

4. Ardyn Izunia [Final Fantasy XV]

Just look at him! He may be twice as evil as Kazama and with a scheme a hundred times as grand, but as you can see, he’s got some kind of style. He’s a magnificent bastard and a marvelously terrible person and I adore him. Not in a way that means I actually sympathize all that much, and I would honestly have preferred him to remain irredeemable since there are more holes in his DLC story than in a fine Swiss cheese, but I adore him nonetheless.

5. Zack Fair [Final Fantasy VII]

This one is a bit of a departure from the first four in terms of archetype, but I have to say, I love this sunshiny sweetheart too much not to include him on the list. Seeing him grow from a naïve puppy with big dreams to the hero he always wanted to be, and realizing that the life he’s wandered into is too dangerous and corrupt for him to keep living it, is just… great storytelling. And he’s such a good protagonist for the job. Gets me right in the feels every single time. (Sidenote: the FFVII remake will come out in just a couple more weeks, and I can’t wait for my heart to break all over again!!)

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[crapitskizaru]

First of all: Found your Blog last night and now its my forking fav Blog. Second: If its not too much to ask: Could you do a scenario for Marco, Ace or Thatch protecting their female best friend? Something like, she's aroace and there is that guy she was just friendly with and now he wouldnt leave her alone about how 'she led him on' and he gets handsy? Third: Sorry for eventual mistakes here. German Fan here. Love you!

Warning: upsetting themes, narcissistic douche alert

Word Count: 1k+

“Oh yeah, I really love the city. Especially at night, it’s gorgeous,” she said, munching on the straw of her drink and trying to ignore the tingly feeling on her neck - the courtesy of Ace’s persistent stare, reaching her from the other corner of the room and not wavering for even a second since the conversation she was trying to hold started. 

The man seemed nice. Sitting next to her by the bar, he clutched into his glass of water like a child in kindergarten, which she found cute. 

“I might need some good company for that, though,” he smiled. 

“Should I assume you’re talking about me?” 

He laughed a little and raised a taunting eyebrow. “Maybe.” 

She noticed with the corner of her eye that Ace, who at this point was more of a goofball than he was an actual human being, still haven’t given up on his judging stare on both of them. She fought an urge to roll her eyes at him. They were just talking, after all. 

“Well, I’d love to go, but it’s getting a bit late and I have work tomorrow. Rain check?” 

“Um, sure.”

As they made their way outside the club, a wave of cold air hit her from the side, causing her to shiver. The sky already managed to turn dark, contrasting with the sharp glow of the city lamps. 

“You seem cold. Do you want my jacket?” the man asked, a tint of worry in his voice. 

“No, thanks. I’m gonna catch a bus in a minute, I’ll warm up inside.” 

They walked down the busy street in silence. There were a lot of people out at that hour, either already going home or only now looking for a pub to spend their night in. A mix of drunken laughter and the buzz of traffic filled the night air. 

“Hey,” he started, suddenly stopping at the corner of the street. “I was actually wondering-” 

His eyes looked away from her face as he rubbed the back of his neck, a shy smirk on his lips. 

“Yes?” she smiled back. 

“Are you as attracted to me as I am to you right now?” he finally muttered, coming closer and tilting his head to the side. “Cause, God, you’re so hot.” 

“Oh?” She blinked twice, mouth hanging open in surprise. “Oh, well. I don’t- I don’t actually-” 

Her nervous sentence was interrupted by the sudden press of his cold lips against hers. For a second, her body was simply too stunned to react in any way, but when the man’s tongue rubbed along her lower lip she finally snapped back into control and pushed him away. 

“What are you-” 

He pressed himself against her once again, this time more firmly.

“C’mon. I know you want it,” he whispered against her lips, diving into another harsh kiss. Her heart skipped a beat when his hands wrapped around her waist, only to shamelessly drop down to squeeze her butt. 

That was the last impulse she needed to double her protests. With her hands on his chest, she tried to push him away, but he didn’t let go this time. Instead, his arms only strengthened their grip around her, causing a wave of panic to flow through her entire body. 

“Stop that,” she tried to say, but he silenced her with another kiss. His hands were now everywhere - roaming and rubbing all over her in a filthy manner, leaving her on the verge of tears. 

Just as she was about to scream for help, a sudden force pulled the man away from her. Her breath got stuck in her throat from fear, but it was nothing compared to the wave of relief that appeared when she saw a familiar face.

“Seems like you’ve got a hearing problem, buddy,” Ace spat, his voice grim and full of contempt. “She’s got better interests than some jerk sticking his tongue down her throat, for God’s sake.” 

The guy seemed unbothered, however, fixing his jacket that was left a little bit crumpled by Ace’s recent treatment. 

“She was totally flirting with me, dude. You would have done the same, if you were me.” 

“I wouldn’t wanna be you, like, ever.” Ace sent him a lethal stare. “Now get lost.” 

“That line about seeing the city at night? You practically asked me on a date!” The man came closer once more, causing another burst of anxiety to reach her heart. 

“I was just trying to be nice,” she said, crossing her arms in front of her protectively. 

“You heard her, so kindly fuck off now, will ya?” Ace grabbed him by his shoulder and pushed back again. 

This time it seemed to achieve the desired effect, since the man just scoffed with contempt and walked away, muttering curses under his breath. 

"Not everyone wants to bang you!” Ace yelled after him, pulling a zipper of his coat all the way up to his neck at the same time. “You’re not that hot anyway!” 

“Ace,” she scoffed and looked after the man, in case he changed his mind and decided to get into a fight. Thankfully, he disappeared somewhere on the street already. “Don’t push it.” 

“You gotta call out all those douches. They need to hear the truth.” He smiled devilishly and puffed out a breath on his palms to warm them up. 

Her giggle was forced and almost inaudible, but it allowed her to let go of the tension. 

“I don’t even want to think what could have happened if you didn’t come,” she murmured, looking up at him. The feeling of relief was replaced by one of realization, causing hot tears to start dwelling in her eyes. “It was close-”

“It’s okay now,” Ace smiled again. He looked like he wanted to hug her, but he kept his distance, which made her even more thankful. “That’s why you should take uncle Ace whenever you want to hang out. Guaranteed protection. No complaints. No refunds needed.” 

“Thank you.“ She giggled again, this time with more honesty. 

A particularly cold blow of the wind caused Ace to shiver. 

“Well then, let’s get out of here before we freeze our butts off and our teeth fall out from all the clattering.” 

“Sounds good to me.”

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[spacenerrrd]

The Courtroom

Word Count: 1097 Warnings: Mention of Deceit (once, not a character), breakdown, being ignored, mentions of being left out, basically just a bunch of angst

Thank you @sidespromptblog for their post that prompted this idea

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“Of course you suggested a salad Logan.”

“Not just a salad. Of course we need protein for a well rounded meal so we should have some baked chicken.”

Roman groaned. “YAWWNNN! We should just get Chinese takeout!”

“But Thomas should be eating consistently healthy as the fresh food will-”

“Borrringggg! We don’t do it very often, just let the poor man eat his favourite tonight!”

Logan turned to Patton for support, but was greeted with a weak smile.

“I really do miss their dumplings…”

“Exactly! Virgil, you agree with us don’t you?”

Logan turned to face the anxious side who just shrugged. “He has been nervous about his work recently… Maybe this might help him.”

“Right! So we’re gonna order a dish of dumplings, spring rolls, rice crackers-”

“With the amount you are going to order he will feel sluggish and guilty for eating so much unhealthy food.” Roman rolled his eyes. “No he won’t, it’s only this once he’ll be fine.” He turned around and walked into the kitchen to order.

Patton gave a soft smile to Logan. “Next time you can choose the meal we pick,” he patted his shoulder before following Roman.

“That’s what you said last time too,” Logan mumbled.

Virgil shuffled his feet a bit, not making eye contact with Logan. “Sorry, I-”

“It’s fine Virgil, I understand,” Logan interrupted Virgil apology.

Virgil gave an awkward nod before scattering into the kitchen with the others.

Logan watched them go off, laughing at something Roman said that he didn’t quite catch. He probably wouldn’t of understood the joke anyway. He never does.

Logan didn’t participate during family dinner time. He passed it off that he was feeling unwell, and before Patton could pull the puppy eye trick on him, he had sunk out of the room. But he wasn’t going to his room. Instead, he rose in the middle of the courtroom. He stood in front of where Roman sat as the judge, just a mere week ago. He turned his head slightly to look at the witness box, where he had been brought up as evidence for Deceit’s case.

Even though he was the most qualified to help them do it properly.

Even though they knew he liked to play pretend for the sake of knowledge after he opened up to them.

Logan closed his eyes, adjusted his tie and cleared his throat. When he reopened them, they burnt. They burnt with a sense of passion, fuelled with anger and a hidden sadness.

Then he let loose.

“Would you like to explain to me why they won’t listen to me?” His voice boomed, echoing in the empty room. “How no matter how many times I am proven right, they won’t take my advice? Why I’m always cast to the side?” He stepped forward, hands slamming against the front of the witness stand as what little control he had broke as he started to scream. “Why is it that no matter how many palm cards I make to assist me with understanding their language, that they just don’t love me? It’s so obvious that I try so hard! The evidence is there! I’ve opened up to them, I have followed their stupid ideas to please them, yet nothing is reciprocated! Why does this even affect me?! Why does this hurt!? I don’t want to… to feel this anymore.” His eyes were watering now, his yells starting to go raw. But his voice quieted down to a whisper, as any louder would make him crack “How do I make this go away?”

He stood there for at least ten minutes, allowing the shaking that was going through his arms calm down and stopping the speed at which his chest was rising and falling. Once he was able to take a deep breath without it being caught in the lump in his throat, he slowly started to move. His feet took him up the step and sat him in the seat behind the witness stand. He tucked the chair in and stared out. He looked out to where Virgil sat in the Jury, eyes gazing over to where Deceit and Patton played the lawyers.

Where he should of been.

Logan’s gaze went up beside him, where Roman ridiculed him and laughed at him for being hurt. For being lied at and for being left out. Again.

Finally, his eyes fell to the back of the room, to the seat that he was forced to. Out of the scenario, where everyone else got to participate but him. The only time he got involved was when he was used to correct and check information.

“That’s all I’m good for, that’s why,” He mumbled. “That’s all they keep me around for. Because I’m needed to correct information. They don’t want me. They need me, but they’re never going to love me.” Tears fell from his eyes, his voice wavering. “I… I l-love them… and it all hurts so much… I am done being used. I don’t just want to be their pawn. I am just so, so tired. These emotions are exhausting. I’m logic and yet I feel… this.”

Logan had to take a second, taking a deep breath because he was going to break but dear god did he have so much more.

“I don’t know how long I can keep going like this. Where every decision of mine is belittled and I’m constantly left out. Where I’m called apart of their family because they need me, when in reality th-they… I’m not… I just want… I want to be apart of the fa-family… and I can’t go much longer pretending I’m fine that I’m n-not…”

That was where Logan shattered.

He leant forward on his arms as he started to sob. It rippled through his body and shook him of everything he had. His saw throat cried out more as he choked on everything he had been holding in and all his suffering. He lost track of how long he had been sitting there, feeling disgusting at how he expressed his emotion. How it shattered every bit of him. Slowly, when someone the sobbing stopped and the tears had slowed down, Logan could no longer keep his eyes open. They inevitably closed from the weight of emotional turmoil and exhaustion, pulling him into a deep slumber. In his sleep, he would slowly pick up the pieces of his broken self. Then he would spend the morning stitching himself back together, piece by piece until his mask was perfect in place again.

Until he shattered yet again.

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A/N: Well That Hurt.

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[lovelylogans]

I honestly love your story where Roman and Virgil make pancakes at 3 am and sing along to meme music together. It's such a feel-good story and its also really funny. (also i love the mental image of Roman wearing more casual clothes when he thinks he's alone) idk, the entire story thing is great and i still go back and read it randomly to spike my mood up. :D Idk if you do prompts, but if you do, could i maybe request a follow up scene of them maybe hanging out again? its fine, if not. its-

(2/2) - still an amazing story on its own either way

ao3 | other fics on tumblr | coffee?

warnings: memes, some low-self esteem, food mentions

pairings: platonic prinxiety

words: 1,325

notes: thank you so much! and yes, i do, but i do take quite a while on them (everyone is in the drafts, i swear!) as probably evidenced by how late i’m gonna answer this ask, rip. the opening of this fic came from phanalogical_falsehoods’ comment on ao3, which was really helpful with giving me direction on this one! anyways, on with the prompt fic!

Virgil had been getting slowly better and better at cooking pancakes.

He still burned a few, and some looked a bit too pale for comfort; he wasn’t Patton, but most of his pancakes were edible, so Virgil figured that was good enough.

The fact that it was nearing four am hadn’t escaped his attention, which was probably another way he wasn’t like Patton. Actually, it was definitely a way he wasn’t like Patton; Patton and Logan were the most inclined to being early birds; Virgil was much more inclined towards being a night owl, or just generally an insomniac disaster, regardless of Logan’s nagging. 

Virgil, at last, put the last of a pancake on the top of his stack, and nodded, before turning to the table to set it down to grab the butter and syrup, and nearly dropped the newly-completed pancakes in surprise.

“What are you doing up, Princey?”

Roman was lounging on the table, not quite with his usual poise; it mostly just seemed like he’d flopped back onto the table, his legs dangling off the edge. Paired with the hoodie he was wearing, his posture more like Virgil’s own, rather than something befitting royalty.

Roman twirled his wrist half-heartedly, and let his hand drop back down onto the table with a thunk. 

Virgil paused, frowned, and lowered his shoulders.

“Princey.”

He let out a loud gust of a sigh, made a vague hand gesture, and a ukelele appearing in his hand. It wasn’t with the cool, choreographed movement he usually did, or an excited reach; just a movement for the sake of movement.

He set the ukelele against his chest in what Virgil thought was probably bad form.

“Hey,” he sang, voice scratchy, as if he hadn’t warmed up, or drunk any water that day. “How you doing, well I’m doing just fine, I lied, I’m dying inside—”

Virgil cringed, and shifted his hold on the pancakes.

“Um,” Virgil said, highkey wishing he was like, a third as emotionally proficient as Patton was, “um—”

He hesitated, before he shuffled forwards, and set the plate of pancakes on Roman’s stomach. Roman turned his head towards him.

“Do you want, like,” Virgil said, and tried his best not to fidget. “What do you want to—? Do you want me to—?”

Roman blinked at the pancakes, and sat up a bit.

“Can we,” he began, and let out a massive sigh. “Can we do the thing we do where we just ignore our problems in favor of memes?”

“Yes,” Virgil said, relieved, because if Roman had wanted to break down and have a monologue about how his life was falling apart, Virgil would’ve had no idea how to handle it, but avoiding his problems by focusing on something funny and familiar was much more Virgil’s department. “Yeah, sure, we can do—do you want jam on your pancakes? I’m gonna make some more, I had extra batter.”

“Okay,” Roman mumbled, at last sliding off the table, keeping a two-handed grip on his plate. Virgil got the jam, and a big glass of water, and silverware, and set them all down in front of him, before turning the stove back on and getting another plate.

And—okay, sure, spoonfuls of jam straight to mouth. That was normal behavior, especially at four am after quoting that vine. Great.

“Could you at least eat the pancakes,” Virgil said. Roman stared at him, before tearing up the pancake, and effectively using the pancake bits as a spoon, staring at Virgil all the while, as if challenging him to say something.

Virgil blinked at him, and instead clicked on a meme playlist on his phone. 

“This is. A nice stick,” a modulated voice began over the speaker, and Roman smiled weakly through his mouthful of pancake and jam.

“Lemme smash,” Roman and Virgil both monotoned at the same time, and by the time the video ended, Roman was smiling, but it was a weak one, teeth barely visible, and what was visible was stained four-fruit red.

So Virgil was going to have to bust out the big guns, then.

“You asked for it! A whole video dedicated to the rainbow sponge!” The woman declared, beaming.

“Ever thought about how this is Patton in forty years?” Virgil mused, and Roman snorted inelegantly into his pancakes. Well. Pancake as a spoon, meant to transport heaping piles of jam into Roman’s mouth.

They listened, and the woman added, “Who said you can’t go straight?”

“We’re gay, Dee,” Virgil informed the phone, flipping his pancake, and Roman snorted again.

Virgil listened as the next video started, and he tilted the phone towards Roman, “This is the video that’s gonna end the water is wet debate, once and for all—”

Roman blinked. “I don’t think I’ve seen this one.”

“Oh, then you have to watch this one, the man zooms like he has a PhD in it,” Virgil said, shaking the phone at Roman a bit like how an exhausted mother would shake a jangly toy at a crying baby. “And don’t get jelly on my phone!”

“Fine,” Roman said, taking it, and Virgil turned his attention back to the stove as he listened to the passionate water is not wet debate, which had put Logan into apoplectics a month ago.

Roman, looking devious, proceeded to tap at the phone a few times, and Virgil heard the tell-tale whoosh of a sent message.

“Logan?”

“He’ll be furious,” Roman said happily, handing the phone back to Virgil. The message with the video link was full of kissing emojis and smirking emojis. It was blatantly obvious that Virgil wouldn’t have been the one who sent it.

“Well—”

“He’ll be frantically trying to convince all of us, who think that water is wet, that water is wet,” Roman said, digging his pancake bits into the jam again. “He will then be frustrated that he does not have anyone to debate this with, and will probably resort to attempting to remake that video to prove his point, only for us to reap the harvest of Logan attempting to use zooms on his camera. Tell me you don’t want to see that.”

Virgil paused, and tilted his head, lips pursed in a you right expression.

“Yeah, okay,” Virgil said. “Wanna watch a video Patton would scold us for?”

“Intriguing,” Roman said, cautious. “Scold us for what?”

Virgil hit play.

“FUCK YOU, BALTIMORE!” the salesman boomed, Virgil’s phone at full volume, and Roman choked cackling on his pancake. “IF YOU’RE DUMB ENOUGH TO BUY A NEW CAR THIS WEEKEND, YOU’RE A BIG ENOUGH SCHMUCK TO COME TO BIG BILL HELL’S!”

The swear-laden, r-rated car commercial continued, at full volume, Roman trying and failing not to laugh at it, and eventually had to wipe his tears away, before his gaze landed on where Virgil was standing, absentmindedly picking up a dish towel to clean up some spilled batter from the oven rack.

“I have an idea.”

This was stupid. This was so, so stupid.

And yet.

“When Logan and Patton aren’t home,” Roman snickered, before he took a breath, and Virgil squinted through his sunglasses as the familiar notes started up. Virgil didn’t even know Roman could play the trombone.

Obligingly, though, Virgil began to slam the oven door in time, and the notes got shaky and wheezy because Roman would start laughing, and then Virgil would start laughing, and they’d have to start all over again, until—

“What are you two doing?!” Logan demanded, sleepy eyed and scowling, rubbing his eyes, before seeing the way they were standing. Sunglasses on, Virgil in fitting pajamas, Roman about to start blasting the trombone in his face.

Logan paused, rubbed his eyes again, and said instead, “I’m going to believe that this is a lucid dream, and I am going back to bed.”

Wah-wah-wahhhhhh, Roman blasted after him, and Virgil had to tighten his hold on the oven door to keep from falling over in laughter.

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[jaxonkreide]

32 Things About Me tagged by  -not really tagged, but @harunnn said I should do it

1)  ☆ﾟ Name: I dropped my real name several times in the past, but I’m honestly more comfortable with being called Jaxon :v It’s kinda replaced my real name in my heart 2)  ☆ﾟ Nickname(s): Jax, Jaxi.... a long time ago a piece of code called me cinnamon butt... there’s probably more that I’m forgetting right now 3)  ☆ﾟ Zodiac sign: Scorpio and/or Sagittarius. It’s weird everything seems split about where my birthday belongs 4)  ☆ﾟ Height: 170cm.... I’m smaller than almost anyone I know irl :c 5)  ☆ﾟ Ethnicity: German 6)  ☆ﾟ Birthplace: Germany  7)  ☆ﾟSexual orientation: aroace 8)  ☆ﾟ Favourite fruit(s): Are strawberries fruits? If not banana and nectarine  9)  ☆ﾟ Favourite season(s): fall definitely. Also that certain time spring when the leaves of the trees are this soft green 10) ☆ﾟ Favourite song(s):  oh hmm... I haven’t really listened to anything lately :v I’ve been thinking about Xion and Vector to the Heavens a lot lately tho 11) ☆ﾟ Favourite flower(s):  Definite number one is the forget-me-not, but I also really like lilies, sunflowers, snapdragons (which are called lions jaw in german, but like hmm... a cute form?) and a lot more but I’m bad with names 12) ☆ﾟ Favourite book(s): man, I love a lot of books.... I’ve recently read the Tapestry series tho and am still really emotional about it 13) ☆ﾟ Favourite animal(s): BIRDS, but next to them I also really like especially foxes and cats (do dragons count and mythical animals count??) 14) ☆ﾟ Favourite beverage(s): I’ve only really been drinking tap water for a long time :v but next to that I really love strawberry and rooibos tea 15) ☆ﾟ Favourite fictional character(s): For absolute favorite it has definitely developed to be Xion from Kingdom Hearts and Toshinori lol 16) ☆ﾟ Dream trip: I dunno?? I kinda want to go to a bird cafe :o but I fear that they aren’t treated well there.... so I’d rather just meet friends around the world?? 17) ☆ﾟ Killed people:  now there has always been this inside joke between me and my rl friends to piss me off when I’m carrying this certain pencil, because I’ve definitely killed people with it before. I think I’m gonna leave it at that  18) ☆ﾟ Siblings: Yeeahhh... three older ones. One brother, two sisters. I’m the youngest 19) ☆ﾟ Horror films?: Nah, I have this certain thing where I have this very vivid imagination and I’m already kinda paranoid;; so I’m trying to stay clear of really graphic horror and the stuff. In the past it was so bad that I once thought I saw blood dripping down the windows;; haha....ha.............. I still have a hard time even walking downstairs in our house at night especially when I’m alone.... 20) ☆ﾟ Reason to smile: seeing mackerel, bad jokes... and good jokes, seeing others smile/laugh... happy stuff in general? 21) ☆ﾟ Questions you are always asked: Nothing really??  22) ☆ﾟ Favourite food(s):  uhmmmm spaghetti bolognese, bread dumplings (i think they’re called)... there are more but I’m forgetting the names just now + does german mole cake count as food? 23) ☆ﾟ A gift you currently want to receive: Kingdom Hearts 3 no, but seriously I don’t really know... some bird stuff? Just money?? I want to have enough for my drivers licence....... but that’s a lot 24) ☆ﾟ OTP: I’m not really an active shipper AT ALL??? I guess I really like Rokushi? (roxas x xion from kingdom hearts) But I don’t really know? Canon ships? Canon and healthy ships are just my OTP. BroTPs are my life tho. All about that friendship 25) ☆ﾟOne thing that changed about you:  I was a very different person before like my dad died at age 6 I get told a lot (by my mom) :v but uhhmm I don’t really remember anything about that. So maybe I hated book until I was age 10 and my mom kept reading Jim Button to me unless I started reading on my own? When I was younger I also still identified as a girl. I didn’t like drawing until like I think 7th grade? And I got a friend that drew and started myself to fit more in. I don’t like that person anymore but drawing is still my passion. I used to have about hip long hair until I cut it last year. Best decision I ever made 26) ☆ﾟ Your first ship: ????????????????????? ok, completely honest Eragon from the book with the same name with myself. I was like 10 or 11 back then for fucks sake. And so my first story I ever really thought of was a gosh darn fanfic in which I was just cool and way better than eragon but still ended up with him. Heck yeah. Let kids do self indulgent stuff even if it’s self shipping...... heck, let anyone do self indulgent stuff... I still do self ships from time to time, just because it makes me feel better (also not really a ship, but let people think about their self indulgent stories where they get adopted by their fave character) 27) ☆ﾟ NOTP: any unhealthy relationship? bad chemistry? Incest and pedophilia? Yeah, all of those 28) ☆ﾟFear that you want to conquer: ....picking up the phone, to ask again about stuff if you didn’t understand it instead of just trying to figure out what to do, not going outside because I fear to be seen by others I know or don’t, currently slowly conquering a heavy attention fear which I’ve slowly challenged again and again since creating this blog 29) ☆ﾟFavourite fanfiction(s): I honestly don’t read a lot of fanfics. I have kind of trouble starting to read any. Mostly I just read things come from trusted sources and I know to be good? But even then I have a few fanfics in an open tab for months already and I couldn’t read them yet... but I really like what sevi007 writes for the smile again AU, forgedobsidian has the beautiful aphelion and I still really like dotpp by tsukithewolf (it’s an undertale fanfic). Not tagging those people here tho lol 30) ☆ﾟ Favourite sport(s): CLIMBING;;;;; I really want to start climbing again.... I keep saying that and then use the excuse of my horrible left wrist to not do it, BUT I REALLY WANT TO GO THROUGH WITH IT AGAIN NO MATTER THE PAIN........ yeah, climbing is my passion 31) ☆ﾟ Birth of your blog: this one was created last year :v on 22nd march actually, but like I’ve been on tumblr with another blog since 2013, but I’ve never posted anything on that one, because of that attention fear..... it’s weird I have an attention fear but also really really want attention :// it’s a lose lose situation lol 32) ☆ﾟ Followers: 154 lol it’s been pretty stagnant for a long while :v I just talk too much and I don’t mind it. My blog isn’t just for everybody, so I’m especially grateful to anyone that IS here

Tagging: humm.... no one really? Anyone who wants to do it?

#every time I do these things I start writing A LOT #I just..... talk a lot #just not to any people rip #i never know what to say or start a conversation with #like what do you even talk about #rambles of te jaxon #the shortest answers in this are probably 5-7 lol #everything else is just a whole sentence #NOT EVEN THE TAGGED BY IS LIKE A SHORT THING GOSH DARN ME #GET IT TOGETHER AND WRITE LESS