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skeletinmoss · 4 months
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Ooo what about a Dukexiety fusion?
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I'm really concerned for him. Those two are the mental health disaster. Doesn't have any eyes
Can you imagine them being brothers with Prinxiety? I sure can
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brainlicking · 4 months
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All that glisters is not gold— —Gilded tombs do worms enfold
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Horror Idea - Janus
[Warning for body horror; not shown, just described]
So, been thinkin' about @/soysaucevictim horror AUs. An idea came in mind for Janus.
What if Janus' scales were mini snake-like, yellowish eyes? Just a bunch of tiny eyes scattered on half of his body like a virus or infection? Ones which look like golden, shiny scales when they're closed, but looks absolutely horrifying when open?
Anyway, just had a thought.
Pls tag me if any of ya do anything with this :3
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smolderingtides · 4 months
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The traitor took another two before reaching the end by their own blade caused by the madness. The rest scattered away, and brought back a hand of a corpse already laid down as a sacrifice by the roots and your feet.
The rope, crafted by clumsy hands loosened and with a light, curious peck of avian audience snapped free.
Sasha, the Hound.
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moonstonemoonlight · 9 months
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A drawing I did based on my fic Between City Streets for the hurt/comfort exchange!
Been a while since I drew the Toy Soldier I forgot how much I love it
(last normal post for a while as I’m starting artfight)
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analoceits · 7 months
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hc: the darksides have something called "household horrors night". this is when, all three of them transform into some Horrible Abomination and then. have a party night. like, smores, ghost stories, jenga, twister, etc. none of them see a problem with this. here are their transformations of choice [tw ahead for graphic gore and body horror]
virgil: looks fine but as the night goes on he starts to get colder.. and smells.. rotten. he insists its the light but his skin just writhed. his veins are black. he doesnt look.. human, anymore. you point this out and.. he tells you to hurry up and put your hand on yellow three.
janus: all his teeth are showing. snake eyes. his jaw uncomfortably unhinges and his fangs are the size of daggers. the amount of scales on his body grow by the minute.
remus: full rotting corpse! does not hold back. maggots and everything. seems like hes gonna be basic but then limbs keep popping out of him and his organs turn inside out.
bonus: imagine the light sides walk in on all this bullshit and virgil has to calm them down as he panickedly tries to go back to human side mode but he keeps dropping deeper into the uncanny valley.
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pizza-box-raccoon · 2 years
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Cyerce Nigricans are also called the Leaf Gilled Slug but I think their body more resembles scales.
There are so many pretty sea slugs and they are so tiny. Must be tough for a little sea slug mer to gather food.
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spooky-scary-virgil · 6 months
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inktober day 2: spiders!!
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reblogs are appreciated
don't steal my art
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biomic · 4 months
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actually you know what. more than moffat the not-things remind me of some shit big finish would come up with. i could absolutely see this plot playing out with eight and charley
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I don’t think you should trust them too much.
EP04 - Line of Sight || Gannibal (2022)
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Dragon Heart
There are a few things that come with becoming a dark side, one of which takes Roman a little by surprise.
Fortunately, he has a fantastic boyfriend and a... maybe not quite as helpful brother to get him through it.
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Warnings: Mild body horror, self doubt/self deprication, Remus being Remus, hurt/comfort.
Pairings: Romantic Roceit, familial Creativitwins
Word Count: 3993
Notes: This is a oneshot for my Darkside!Roman au, which you can find here with the tag #Darkside!Roman, if you so wish :)
Otherwise, happy reading!
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"Help me!" Roman yelled as he rose up into the dark sides' mindscape, his burned pillow clutched tight in his hand.
"Woah Prissy! What happened to you! Finally embracing the arsonist lifestyle?" Remus called from across the room, accompanied with a giggle. Janus glanced up, noticing the pillow and making his way over. 
"What happened, Roman?" 
"I don't- I dont know I just- I was lying on my bed and then I sneezed and my pillow was on fire" Roman ranted, waving the pillow around as he spoke, "So I put it out obviously but I don't know what happened!" 
"Alright alright, calm down darling, absolutely everything is wrong," Janus soothed, taking the pillow from Roman's hands, "I don’t think I know what's happening,"
"What? What is it?" Roman asked, huffing only for a puff of smoke to come from his nose and startle him, Janus chuckled.
"Oh my goodness, you're adorable," Janus couldn't help but coo. Roman saw red.
"Don't call me ad-" Roman's voice cut off immediately and he let go of Janus' shirt, which he'd grabbed without even realising and stepped back, "I- I don't - I'm sorry I- I don't know what that was…" 
"It's not alright, sweetheart," Janus said with a small smile as he smoothed down his ruffled clothes, "Believe it or not, Remus and I both went through something similar, once,"
"Wha-" 
"It's growing pains! Ro-bro! You're really becoming one of us!* Remus cried, leaping over and punching Roman in the arm, for some reason Roman found himself having to control the instinct to attack his brother in a show of strength.
"What Remus means," Janus said, "Is that you're getting your creature trait," 
"My…' Roman paused for a moment, "What?" 
"Your beastie!" Remus giggled, sharp teeth on show, waving a summoned tentacle in the air, "I'm a kraken, if you didn't know," 
"Yeah, right, but-" 
"And, as I've so well hidden, I express snake like traits, though they are actually rather subtle compared to other dark sides," Janus said, "My 'beastie' as Remus put it, is a Naga," 
"But how does that relate to me?" Roman cried, clenching his fists, he was glad Janus had taken the pillow or he probably would have ripped it. "And why do I keep - doing stuff I don't want to do! These stupid - mood swings!" 
"You're getting your beastie, Ro-bro," Remus said with a grin.
"O-oh…" 
"The mood swings and weird instincts don't come from that transformation," Janus said, "But rest assured they'll remain this bad forever."
"Jan used to bite shit," Remus giggled, "like- if you put something in front of his face he'd just- *nom*! It was super funny, but I made him a bunch of those little chewy stim toys so he'd stop biting everything else," 
"Oh like you're much better," Janus rolled his eyes, "You spent two weeks at the bottom of a lake!!" 
"The webs were the worst though… y'know I usually like creepy crawly spiders cuz they pull webs outta their butts and scare people shitless but when I can't get into the imagination because of the mass of spiderwebs…." Remus shivered, "Never breaking a spider web again."
"Are you… talking about Virgil?" Roman asked with only the slightest caution, Remus nodded, "He… never did anything like that with the light sides," 
"The animal traits almost… fade away… when a dark side becomes a light side," Janus explained sadly, "So Virgil's more spider-esque traits faded away over time,"
"He still hissed though- and liked to climb high things," Roman said, before thinking, "Sounds more like a cat to me actually," 
Janus laughed, "You should have seen him when he was here… he had spider limbs and everything, made webs like you've never seen, and he'd attack anyone who touched them," 
*Now I see why Remus is scared," Roman snorts, before coughing up smoke, "God fucking damn this- eugh!"
"It's alright, Roman, you won't learn to control it, especially not after we work out what your creature is," Janus said, patting Roman's back until he recovered. 
"We won't be able to tell until the physical bits come in," Remus said, leaning on his shoulder, "Boy how Jan was surprised when he grew a second -"
"Oh Remus sweetheart isn't there a mess you should be making or- I don't know some poor light side for you to torment?" Janus interrupted, waving Remus away. Remus' eyes sparkled at the suggestion and he sank out. Roman couldn't help but laugh.
*So… I just have to deal with this?” Roman said, looking a little scared.
“Fortunately, yes… but rest assured you will be completely alone,” Janus patted Roman on the shoulder, we will not help you with anything you need,”
“Thanks, Jan,” 
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Roman was scared, of course he was scared, though admitting that he was scared was the scariest part.
He’d woken up that morning only a few days after their conversation to a throbbing pain in his head, which wasn’t a headache per say because it wasn’t in his head, more like on top of it, like someone had smacked him in the skull multiple times and left throbbing bruises all along his hairline. It hurt to all hell and left Roman wanting to do nothing more than curl up into his pillow and die a a quick and painless death.
Of course that wasn’t what he actually got, all he got was Janus coming into his room when he hadn’t appeared by midday and- once his boyfriend had realised something was hurting him- had immediately rushed to find some pain meds to give him for it. They hadn’t helped, not really, but Roman appreciated the sentiment. He’d especially appreciated it after Janus had offered to kiss him better and then spent the next ten minutes smothering him in affection.
The happiness hadn’t lasted long though.
Vaguely Roman was reminded of one time- his memories were a little hazy on the details- when some of Thomas’ extended family had hosted a reunion. His own family had made the unfortunate decision to stay over the night since the house where the party was held was much to far to drive after such a party. Roman remembered that Thomas had been kept up all night by one of his aunt’s screaming baby, the kid had been teething.
This particular memory was bought to the forefront of his mind at this very moment because Roman couldn’t help but sympathise with the child. Because here he was, curled up in the corner of his bathroom. He sobbed into a pillow in the hopes that it would muffle the noise as something grew right out of his head.
Janus had warned him about this, the physical traits of his… beastie… coming through. He’d been warned about how painful it could potentially be- Virgil had been bedridden for two days as his spider legs pushed their way out of his back, it had been horrendous, apparently. For some stupid reason- because Roman’s reasons always seemed to be stupid, that’s all he was, stupid reasons and stupid ideas- he hadn’t listened to Janus. He’d thought he could deal with it. Obviously he was wrong, he couldn’t deal with this whatever the hell was growing from his skull was just proving that to him.
It felt like he was growning new bones from his skull, for all he knew he was. There was absolutely no way he was getting up to check, he could barely move from the pain as it was. 
By the time the pain had died down even just a little Roman had cried himself out of tears for the time being, now he was just stuck with hiccups and sharp breaths that he was certain weren’t good for him but he couldn’t seem to get them under control. Every time he managed it there would be another throb and the whole process would start all over again. Not only that but the clock on his wall showed that it was 6:57am. He’d been here on the floor in his bathroom for over five hours. Fortunately the throbbing pain in his head made it easy to ignore the aches and pains in his limbs from sitting in the same position for way, way too long.
Tentatively Roman attempted to move, only to experience a shooting sensation of pins and needles- like his leg was being stabbed by a milion tiny little pins that had come just to make his already shit day- and mind you it was barely seven in the morning- a whole load worse. Especially, that is, when the surprise at the sensation caused him to jerk back and hit his- well he could only assume whatever had grown out of his head in the last five hours- against the bathtub and he had to clamp his hands over his mouth to keep from screaming.
It’s ok Roman, you’ve got this, just stand up and look in the mirror, it’s right there, not so hard.
Roman whimpered as he attempted to urge himself forwards with his thoughts, reaching up to grab hold of the rim of the sink and use it as leverage to help him up. This was so pathetic, he thought, needing all of this just because of a little pain. 
When he saw his reflection in the mirror he really did shriek. 
He had horns. Massive red horns that sprouted from just behind his hairline. Two shorter in the middle that pointed straight up, the colour fading from red to orange to yellow like fire.
And next to those smaller ones were larger horns, with the same gradient though these pulled back and down and around his ears so they curled around to point forward in line with his cheekbones. They would have looked majestic on anyone else. Any other dragon.
Because that’s what this was, these horns, it was unmistakable. Even if somehow he could try to convince himself that he was just a ram or- or some other animal with horns- he knew somehow in his heart that he was a dragon. 
And he hated it, he already hated it so much because dragons were evil beasts, evil, greedy, mean, horrible foes. Dragons were the ones that kept the princesses locked away, not the ones who saved them from their towers like the dashing prince he was supposed to be.
No, he wasn’t a dashing prince anymore, Roman thought, glaring at his teary reflection in the mirror. His eyes were rimmed red, cheeks stained with tears, the horns were there, plain and vivid on his head like a raging fire. Roman was the dragon now, the villain of the story, the one that killed the dashing knights who came for the princess, he was the one who hoarded treasures in a cave and threatened anyone who came near with fire and destruction. This just proved it, if his spirit was a dragon, then he was the villain. The one in the wrong. Everything he thought was true.
Roman watched in the mirror as his eyes filled up with tears once again, though this time they weren’t allowed to spill because there was a sharp knock on his bathroom door. Roman froze, staring wide eyed at the door behind him using the mirror. He didn’t make a sound, he couldn’t maybe whoever was there would just go away.
“Roman?” A carefully controlled voice called in. It was Janus, and his tone was soft and gentle and that alone made a tear slip down Roman’s cheek, “Roman are you alright in there? I heard- I heard you scream…”
Oh god, Janus had heard him. Roman whimpered, he couldn’t help it and he knew he was about to start sobbing again.
“Ja-” Roman tried, “Janus-”
“Roman!” Janus called, his voice sounding so relieved it sent a stab through his heart, “Can I come in?”
“Yes- you- yes you c-can-” Roman stammered out, he tried to hard to get his voice to smoothen out but it seemed to be in vain, the door clicked open and Roman couldn’t bring himself to turn, he could only watch in the mirror as Janus- still disheveled and in his pajamas from sleep- stepped into the room before stopping, eyes widening when he saw the state Roman was in.
“Oh sweetheart,” Janus breathed, and he sounded so worried, it almost made Roman flinch- it reminded him so much of Patton- hah, if only Patton would see him now, what would he say? Probably that Roman’s horns made him dishonerable, they were unprincelike.
“I…” Roman started, before trailing off, he really didn’t know what he was supposed to say. He could only turn slightly to see Janus who smiled sadly when they met eyes.
“You’re so… beautiful,” Janus breathed, stepping closer, before pausing and looking over Roman properly. Roman was certain Janus could see the evidence of the crying and- hell the guy had heard him scream, of course he was worried. And, well, Roman knew he didn’t really mean the compliment. 
“...My goodness Roman have you been up all night?” Janus said sadly, stepping forward and cupping Roman’s cheeks, Roman startled when he felt cool scales and skin instead of the familiar fabric instead of gloves, “It must’ve hurt so much… how are you feeling?”
“I- I-” Roman stuttered, glancing around but finding that the only thing he could focus on was Janus’ eyes, he suddenly felt such a strong possessive urge he almost physically moved, the strange urge to keep . Roman felt it so strongly that the only way he could find to deal with it was bursting into tears.
“Oh- oh, oh,” Janus mumbled nothing words, before taking his hands from Roman’s cheeks. He barely had the chance to whine before Janus opened his arms in and offering of a hug, “C’mere, yes that’s it, it’s alright,”
Roman practically collapsed into his arms and Janus pulled him tight. It was a little bit awkward, Roman couldn’t exactly bury his face in Janus’ shoulder like he wanted to because of the sharp points he now had to be careful of, so instead he hooked his chin over Janus’ shoulder. And Janus wrapped him up so tightly, four of his arms around Romans back- holding him close, another in his hair- stroking through the strands in a way that was incredibly gentle, almost too gentle, and his final hand found Roman’s and laced their fingers together. 
He rocked them gently where they stood, one of his hands rubbing reassuring circles onto his shoulders as Roman once again cried himself out of tears. He began to hiccup all over again and Janus didn't stop rocking them both. 
"Everything will be alright, sweetheart," Janus muttered, "Come, let's go somewhere more comfortable, alright?" 
Roman could only nod and let Janus lead him slowly back into his bedroom until they were both sitting down on his bed, he waited as the other side pulled one of his thickest blankets around his shoulders and took his hands.
“Alright,” Janus said quietly, rubbing circles onto the backs of Roman’s hands as he looked into his eyes, “You can nod or shake your head, or speak if you’d like to, but I’m going to ask you a few questions, alright?”
Roman nodded slowly, he didn’t trust himself not to start crying the moment he attempted to utter a word. 
“Do they still hurt?” Janus asked, Roman considered for a moment, before shaking his head as he realised almost all the pain he had felt had faded out. There wasn’t even any of that pinpricking pain left. Just the pain in his heart left, but he was pretty sure that wasn’t what Janus was asking about.
“Thats good, sweetheart,” Janus said, leaning forward to kiss his cheek, “And do you feel alright? Both mentally and physically,”
Roman wasn’t sure if he should tell Janus about everything he was thinking. On one hand, Janus had proved he would help before, when Roman first crossed over but also… he had almost been disappointed when Roman spoke badly about himself, and even though Roman now had proof that he was evil in the dragon horns on his head, he doubted Janus would be happy to hear that, so he shook his head.
Somehow, Janus seemed to know he wasn’t being truthful.
“Are you sure?” Roman nodded, but he was as certain as the sun rising in the east that Janus hadn’t believed him. He moved on anyway though, and Roman couldn’t help but be grateful for that. 
“Do you know what your- beastie- is?” Janus asked next, “I uh- me and Remus, when we first got ours, once the physical traits started coming on we could just sortof…. Get a sense of it? Do you feel that?”
This head shake was so frantic that Roman found it slightly difficult to stop, Janus raised an eyebrow. 
“...Why are you lying to me, Roman?” Janus asked softly, squeezing his hands, “You- you know I won’t judge you, for whatever it is, don’t you?”
Roman looked away, trying to blink away more tears, because somehow despite all he had cried by now he still had more in him.
“I’m… sorry,” Roman mumbled, “I just… you’ll be- you’ll be disappointed you were wrong…”
Now Janus looked slightly alarmed, raising his eyebrows in confusion, “What… do you mean, darling?”
“I just…” He paused, trying to find the right words, “Everything- everything you’ve tried to tell me about- about me being good- it’s- it’s not true…”
“Roman, I don’t understand,” Janus told him, “How is it not true? I thought we’d gotten past this…”
“We- we had but- this- this is-” Roman paused, pulling one of his hands out of Janus’ hold to wipe at his eyes before gesturing to his new horns, “Dragons are evil- and- and mean and horrible beasts and I- this just proves I- I’m- like- that too-”
“Oh, Roman…” Janus mumbled, a frown on his face, “Now I’ve never heard something so plainly false, and I’m the liar in this relationship,”
“Wh-what?”
“Roman, love, your beastie doesn’t fully represent you anyway, and even if it did, dragons aren’t all evil,” Janus told him, “Hell, do you think I represent fertility? Fuck no,”
Roman laughed, a meek, pathetic laugh, but it seemed to placate Janus just a little bit.
“But… Dragons are the enemies! The ones that have to be defeated to rescue the princess- or- or- the- the-”
“You know what, Roman,” Janus interrupted, tapping his hands to bring his attention back, “Will you wait here for a moment, there is something that I need to do,”
“Of- of course,” Roman nodded quickly, Janus pressed a quick kiss to his forehead before standing up and sinking out of the room after sending him a small smile.
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Janus was gone for just long enough that Roman was beginning to get worried that he wasn’t coming back. Maybe he had realised while he was gone that Roman really was evil, and he wasn’t worth the effort, so he was just going to leave him to deal with this on his own. And not to mention that now he felt that same tingly almost-pain he had felt in his head yesterday in his teeth now, he guessed that would be the next part of him to change. He was about to just accept that Janus wouldn’t be coming back when his door was kicked open.
“Hey Ro!” Remus yelled, running in and grabbing Roman’s wrists in a way that wasn’t gentle, but Roman could tell it was friendly, “Janny said you were feeling down ‘cuz of your beastie, so we’re having a movie day,”
“I- wait- but-” Roman tried to protest as Remus pulled him to stand up and began to drag him out of his room, Roman attempted to dig in his heels, “Do I get a say?”
“Nope!” Remus said, popping the ‘p’ as he grinned back at him over his shoulder, “You’re not allowed to be sad,”
“But- I’m-” Roman tried to protest, “Do you not even see what I am?”
“A big strong badass beastie for my big strong badass brother?” Remus said, blinking at him as if that was the most obvious thing ever, “I don’t see the problem!”
“But-”
“Oh shut it!” Remus said, turning around and slapping his cheeks, making Roman make an involuntary ‘pop’ sound with his mouth as his face was squashed, “You’re watching movies with us and you don’t get a choice, now sit down,”
“I- um- ok?” Roman said, gingerly sitting down in the middle of the sofa. Janus- with a soft, knowing smile on his face- sat down next to him and Remus through himself on top of them both and grabbed the remote, pressing play before any of them said anything. 
Roman knew even as the first few notes of the score played with the emerging dreamworks logo what they were watching and when he turned to Janus, he just smirked.
“What?” Janus said innocently.
“Why- why are we watching this?” Roman said slowly, as the film moved on to Hiccup describing Berk, showing scenes of dragons attacking the town.
“Because,” Janus smiled, “I believe you need to learn the same lesson as a certain Viking chief,”
“O-oh-” Roman choked, turning back to the screen. He didn’t want to admit that he was about to cry again as he watched Hiccup shoot down the nightfury, he knew this film, he’d watched it at least twenty times. Of course he had, it was an amazing piece of cinema and had the most spectacular music, but this…
“And afterwards we’ll be watching Raya and the Last Dragon,” Janus commented idly, “And then Eragon, and after that, if you still need convincing, we’ll be watching Mulan”
“Mushu is hardly a dragon,” Roman cried with a choked laugh, understanding the theme of their movie night, he also understood that he didn’t have a choice.
“He’s still a dragon!” Remus yelled, “And if you’re still being sulky after that we’re watching Shrek!”
“I- alright I- just so you know I um-” Roman said, before trailing off to watch as Hiccup cut Toothless free.
“What do we need to know, darling?” Janus said quietly, nudging his arm to catch his attention again. 
“The um- the tingly pain-” Roman said, “Like- like what I felt before these horns- um- appeared, it’s… back,”
“Where too! Ooh what’s next?” Remus asked with a gasp, leaning uncomfortably close to him, Roman attempted to laugh and gently pushed him away.
“My teeth,” Roman answered quietly. Remus gasped even more dramatically.
“All of them?” Janus asked.
“No I… don’t think so,” Roman said slowly, “Just some…”
“You’re getting fangs!” Remus yelled, way more excited about that than Roman could even think about being, “That makes all of us! We all get fangs,”
Janus smiled, before taking Roman’s hand, “It’ll be alright, but Roman?”
“Yes?” Roman asked, looking over at Janus, suddenly he was worried that he’d done something wrong.
“Next time you’re in pain, please tell one of us… don’t just hide in your bathroom all night, alright?” Janus said with half a smile, Roman went red and looked back at the screen.
“I’ll… I’ll try,”
“Good, now watch the film!” Remus said, shoving him, Roman shoved back and it very quickly turned into a shoving match on the couch before Janus looped his arms under Roman’s to wrap around his chest and effectively stop the playful fight in it’s tracks. 
“Now boys, no fighting on the couch, remember?” Janus scolded. Roman looked sheepish while Remus just grinned. 
“Aweee Janny! You love us really,”
“I hate you both very much, I just aboslutely love having a destroyed couch that I need to work out how to replace again after Roman set it on fire yesterday,”
“Hey! You know I couldn’t control that!”
“Of course, darling, but that doesn’t make replacing it any easier,”
“...That’s fair I suppose,”
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andtheyreonfire · 2 years
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anyone else or just me?
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brainlicking · 1 year
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Dig your fingers into the spaces between your bones!💚
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thecrowslullaby · 2 years
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I think I finally figured out how to use a sketchbook
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anxious-mess19 · 11 months
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Just one week
Chapther 1- Confession
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Part of @tsspromptmonth event
Word count: 609
Warnings: mild body horror, Remus begin Remus
This chapther was written by the og author @romanthewhimsical
Remus was standing in front of Logan with his heart in his hands. Literally. Remus had plopped his heart into Logan's hands.
As far as Remus was concerned, it was the only way to confess his feels! He wasn't Roman, big, cliche, romance gestures seemed so stupid to him. And he couldn't just tell him! Just go up to Logan and be like
"Hey you sexy dork, this sucks for you but it turns out I love you!"
He wouldn't do that! Thats so…. easy. So small! Big romance gestures weren't his thing, however, he still had to do something big, and more importantly, bigger then just telling him. Literally giving him his heart seemed perfect!
Logan didn't seem as excited as he thought he would be though? He expected him to do some freaky science stuff to it. Remus was excited for that, he bet it would be hot. Oddly, Logan just looked confused. However, after Remus stared at Logan for a solid 5 minutes without saying anything, it seemed to click. Logan mumbled a small "Ah."
Unfortunately, after this, Remus found himself surrounded by all the other, not as sexy as Logan, sides. They all explained to him how he should, probably, keep his heart in chest. Which was so lame, Remus was in love!
After the intervention, which lasted an hour Remus remembered what started this. He confessed.
Remus looked at Logan, he had this unreadable expression. Oh, rejection time! It would be a lie if Remus said it was his favorite part, but he knew this would happen. He's planned multiple situations. He just wondered which one this would play out like.
"Remus, we should talk."
Here it comes. Remus walked closer to him.
"So, I've come to the conclusion that you were confessing."
Remus nodded eagerly. This is why Remus liked Logan. He was smart. No one else would understand what Remus was saying, but he knew Logan would get it! Well, Janus might have got it, but thats not really a fair bet.
Logan started to fiddle with his tie. Remus realized that was something he did when he was confused, or thinking about what to say, and Logan was rarely confused.
Logan really didn't have to worry about how he worded it, as long as he didn't try to sugar coat it. Remus hated when people tried making things seem better for his sake. Luckily, Logan was, usually, bluntly honest.
Another reason why he loved him.
Logan took a deep breath before openjng his mouth again to speak.
"Remus, in light of this, I would like to propose a deal."
This was a weird rejection.
Remus nodded "Well spit it out Logie! Spill your guts! Literally!"
Remus summoned his morning star. He waved it around. He wouldn't ACTULLY hit him, not now anyways, but who doesn't like to emphasize words with props?
Logan put a hand up to Remus, causing him to lower his weapon.
"Yes, I want to make deal. You see, I will admit, I am curious about having a romantic relationship. So I would like to propose this- a temporary relationship."
Remus blinked. This is not how he expected this to go.
"Now, I can tell you are confused. I would like for us to have a week long relationship, so I'd be able to understand how it would work. However, it is completely up to you, and I can understand why you would not be intr-"
"Sure!"
Remus' quick response left Logan confused, but the whole deal seemed perfect to Remus.
All this meant was he had a week to get Logan to fall in love with him.
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catboii · 4 months
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Agent 23 didn’t fill out her journal about the day's events. She wanted to, was thinking about it the entire time they were playing chess together. Was thinking about how to write ‘I just played chess with a crow’ without it sounding like a joke… Even though it’s her journal and no one else would read it. If anyone ever did find it, it would be too boring for anyone to get far. This was the most exciting thing she’s done at work the entire time she’s been here. A lot of the previous jobs she’s had have been to watch the inanimates. The most exciting assignment before this, was the wardrobe that was said to vanish people for a short time if they stood inside it wearing a clown costume and closed the doors behind themselves. They would reappear after two to four hours, possibly depending on how colourful their outfits were, as the first set of case files proposed. The individuals did not have any recollection of disappearing, and felt as if they had stepped into, and immediately back out of, the wardrobe. 
Before it was shut up in the chamber it finally rested in, where it was when Agent 23 was assigned to ‘watch’ it, there had been an experiment as to what counted as a ‘clown costume’. 
In the experimental facility, there had been several D-class personnel that had been assigned to the experiment, mostly prison inmates that had sentences longer than the general human life expectancy. They were promised that if they assisted in daily experiments, in return they would get to live in a specific facility where they would have all the necessities they needed and wanted. It appeared from the outside to be a high class hotel with strict security to keep people out. In truth, it was a highly guarded prison, and they were each implanted with small devices which would explode in the backs of their necks, inside their spinal cords, crippling them if they tried to escape. But they did get everything they wanted, to a realistic degree. They had a heated indoor pool, state of the art gym equipment, the ability to request certain films or tv series box sets, which would be screened by security personnel and then handed over, and even several cinema rooms set up to watch the movies that they could request time in, and have a bunch of people watch the movie at once, or all by themselves. They had similar processes for board games, card games and video games, with specific game rooms fitted with a table football game, separate billiards, snooker and pool tables, a few arcade games from varying decades including a Dance Fever game, and other various amenities. They could still write letters to their families of course, and there was a courtyard in the middle of the building so they could get some outdoor time without being exposed to the actual outside. Less of a chance of them trying to run off, than if it was an actual yard on the outside of the building. 
Some D-class personnel who did an exceptional job would be offered additional opportunities to take on more risky missions, with full disclosure of what they would be getting into, and their payment would be a secret fund paid to their families upon their death, or release. Of course, there would never be a release back into society, as they would know too much, but the Foundation wouldn’t allude to this, as they needed their Disposable personnel to keep their hopes up and think they still had something to live for, a family to return to. 
In regards to the anomalous object, it appeared that even wearing the same physical costumes, as long as they were clown-like, people who appeared to be men were gone for up to thirty minutes longer than people who appeared to be women. Even if someone who was physically female, and identified as such, managed to appear as a man while wearing a costume, the wardrobe would treat them as such, disappearing them for the same amount of time as an actual man wearing the same costume, and vice versa. If the costume was sufficient to obscure the person beyond recognising a ‘gendered presentation’, then they would get an equal amount of time. 
The experiment was paused temporarily after a D-class suited in a completely black and white 1950s style mime outfit; complete with full face makeup, didn’t return after six hours, over three hours longer than anyone had been gone up to this point. They believed they may not return at all. 
Before this instance, every costume had had at least one coloured item included, even if it was just a normal civilian outfit including a white or black shirt but blue jeans, for example. Hair colour also didn’t seem to make a difference, although testing didn’t get far enough to test out wigs. 
24/7 surveillance continued, to monitor if the subject would be sent back, and after exactly 72 hours and 0 seconds, one of the doors flung open, and a desiccated corpse fell out onto the floor. Upon investigation, their costume was neatly folded and placed in one of the drawers at the bottom of the wardrobe. DNA testing concluded that the corpse was indeed the D-Class previously sent in. 
Regardless of this delay, testing continued as soon as clean up was concluded, with none of the subjects told of the event. 
It wasn't too much longer that it concluded completely, when a D-Class was sent in completely nude. As soon as the door closed, the wardrobe burst into spontaneous flames. The subject ran out, and (in some views luckily) as they were wearing no clothes, they were not physically on fire, although they did sustain significant burns over their body, even from the minimal exposure. 
Testing could not continue as the fire had damaged one of the doors and a hinge beyond being able to fully close. It was theorised and noted that this would impact the function of the Anomaly. The researchers were correct, and every person they sent in was not affected further, regardless of costumes. 
Agent 23 spent the night not being able to sleep, remembering the notes she had read from that job. There was unnecessary detail put into describing the state of the personnel who were affected, notably the corpse and the burned individual. The notes even state that this person could not receive any medical attention until the log detailing their injuries had been completed, and goes on to cruelly point out that the researcher needed, for some reason, to note the subject’s displeasure and pained groaning at having to wait, furthering the wait for treatment to an unneeded degree. 
23 lays in bed thinking about having to stand there, naked and covered in first and second degree burns, having to wait for someone to inspect her and write up a detailed list of every singed hair on her body, having to watch them scrawl every single word before she can get any help at all, and she wonders what would’ve happened if they were wearing something flammable and it had caught fire? Would they need to write up a record before extinguishing them? 
She doesn’t sleep. 
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