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anxious-logic · 2 years

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Meeting

hi hello yes depression sucks, 0/10 do not recommend, creative output stops with no warning!

Ships: pre-romantic Janus/Logan, platonic Remus/Logan, platonic Remus/Janus

Word count: 1,154

AO3 rating: T

Warnings: some swearing, pov overactive/anxiety brain with intrusive thoughts but no worse than canon

Summary: Remus bounced anxiously on his toes, humming to himself in bursts of energy. He couldn’t help glancing around him for both of his friends (right? They were his friends, that was the word, right?) even though he knew that with the secluded area of the courtyard he was in, he would hear them before he saw them.

This was going to be the first time Logan and Janus would meet.

Logan had been his - well, “royal companion” was the official term for it given by those nosy bastards in the court who decided that Remus couldn’t associate with anyone without a title, but Remus preferred friend - for more than ten years. He’d been “courting” Janus for months now. The fact that they hadn’t met yet could be surprising for some.

Some, but not Remus, because he may have slightly just a tiny bit been pulling strings in the background to keep them from meeting each other. He still wasn’t exactly sure why he was doing so - in fact, was still kind of telling himself it was just coincidence that they hadn’t met - but he had a few guesses.

(The louder, easier ones were along the lines of hesitancy regarding the chaos and shenanigans that Logan and Janus would doubtless create together. Uncharacteristic for him, yes, but he could play it off as finally being proper for the court, carrying those heavy, heavy, too-heavy standards for perfection for once , being able to race over the finish line that just seemed to always move further and further and further away and-

Well.)

(The quieter, less-fun, truer ones included fear of jealousy or abandonment when meeting someone of their own station, who they didn’t have to think about treating differently in public or private, who they didn’t have to think about collateral damage from assassination attempts with, who wasn’t going to squish and break like a fragile little bird being squeezed when everything, the pressure, the expectations, the responsibility, inevitably tipped over into too much. )

He twisted his fingers together nervously, his bouncing turning into nervous pacing two steps one direction-turn-two steps the other way-turn-two steps one way-turn. His brain was just too loud, it wouldn’t shut up, thoughts and noise and stupid voices were filling it up and coloring it orange and purple and green and red and yellow until it all blended into a puke-brown static that blocked his own actual thoughts.

“Remus?”

Remus’s head snapped up at the sound of his own name. The static dissolved slightly, the fogginess fading into just a translucent film over his own thoughts, as he took in the sight of Logan, professional and put together except for the worried crease in his forehead.

“...Hi.”

Remus winced at how unsteady his voice was, and Logan took a step forward. “Are you all right?”

Remus resisted the urge to shake Logan by his shoulders and make him realize how much was at stake right now. “Just peachy!” He tried to smile at Logan, but he could feel how too-big and too-toothy the expression was.

“...I’m going to pretend I believe you,” Logan said dryly. “If you want to talk about whatever is going on, I am available. You are aware that if I believe you are doing anything detrimental to your own health-”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Remus said dismissively, waving a hand. “You can and will and have hauled my ass out of bad situations.”

Logan nodded once. “Good. I just wanted to remind you and provide emotional support if necessary.” He smoothed down his vest, straightening nonexistent wrinkles and brushing away nonexistent dust.

“Mhm.” Remus felt the phantom tingling return to his hands, and settled for repeatedly clenching his fists instead of smashing the wooden bench behind him into smithereens the way his stupid brain was telling him to. His eyes rapidly skimmed over everyone in the courtyard, searching for any hint of the distinctive bright yellow that Janus wore in every outfit, regardless of the stupid old fucks’ dislike of the garish eyesore of a color. (Remus liked it, though, of course he did; if he had the slightest bit more control over what he wore, he would do the same with the poison-acid-green that he favored.)

“Jan!” Remus shouted as he saw a flash of yellow coming around the corner, startling Logan. He frantically waved a hand in the air, trying to get Janus’s attention. When he felt the tingling in his arms and hands subside a bit at the action, he continued, even though Janus was already making his way towards the alcove where Logan and Remus were standing.

“Hello,” Janus said as he came into hearing distance. He stopped and glanced at Remus before continuing, covering the slightly awkward pause. “If Remus had remembered his manners when he exited his room this morning, he would have introduced me to you. My name is Janus, and we are in a false courtship. How are you two today?” He looked Logan up and down as he held his hand out; not in a way like he was assessing the level of danger he posed, Remus had seen that look enough, but in some other way that he wasn’t familiar with.

Logan smirked minutely at Janus’s jab, his posture relaxing slightly as he grasped Janus’s hand and shook it. “My name is Logan, and I am Remus’s royal companion. I’m doing well, thank you. And you?”

“Well enough.” Janus released Logan’s hand as he turned to Remus, and raised an eyebrow. “However, I believe Remus would say something different.”

Remus gave a nervous half-smile. “I’m fine,” he said unconvincingly.

“That’s bullshit,” Janus said flatly. Remus saw him sneak an appraising glance at Logan, who hadn’t blinked at the swear at all; of course he hadn’t, he was Remus’s best friend, he was used to the lack of propriety.

“I would agree,” Logan said. “Shall we walk, and convince Remus that there is nothing to worry himself about?”

Janus smiled pleasantly. “Certainly.”

“Excuse me, I’m still here,” Remus complained, but didn’t argue when Janus and Logan continued to ignore him. Janus held out an elbow to Logan, who blushed slightly as he took it.

…Wait.

Remus pulled up short as the realization hit him. Janus had been looking Logan up and down, and seemed to be teasing him, but not in the same way that he teased Remus. Logan blushed when he took Janus’s arm, and was standing just a bit closer than propriety would typically allow. There was only one possible conclusion to be drawn from this.

He sprinted to catch up to his two best friends as he sent a plea to whatever god might be taking pity on him that he wouldn’t be forced to endure the inevitable romantic pining for too unbearable a period of time.

(And that he wouldn’t be designated as the third wheel once the two of them got over themselves.)

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#loceit #remus sanders #janus sanders #logan sanders #sanders sides fanfiction #ts janus #ts logan #ts remus #sanders sides fanfic #i can write sometimes

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inkskinned · 3 months

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crows use tools and like to slide down snowy hills. today we saw a goose with a hurt foot who was kept safe by his flock - before taking off, they waited for him to catch up. there are colors only butterflies see. reindeer are matriarchical. cows have best friends and 4 stomachs and like jazz music. i watched a video recently of an octopus making himself a door out of a coconut shell.

i am a little soft, okay. but sometimes i can't talk either. the world is like fractal light to me, and passes through my skin in tendrils. i feel certain small things like a catapult; i skirt around the big things and somehow arrive in crisis without ever realizing i'm in pain.

in 5th grade we read The Curious Incident of the Dog In The Night-time, which is about a young autistic boy. it is how they introduced us to empathy about neurotypes, which was well-timed: around 10 years old was when i started having my life fully ruined by symptoms. people started noticing.

i wonder if birds can tell if another bird is odd. like the phrase odd duck. i have to believe that all odd ducks are still very much loved by the other normal ducks. i have to believe that, or i will cry.

i remember my 5th grade teacher holding the curious incident up, dazzled by the language written by someone who is neurotypical. my teacher said: "sometimes i want to cut open their mind to know exactly how autistics are thinking. it's just so different! they must see the world so strangely!" later, at 22, in my education classes, we were taught to say a person with autism or a person on the spectrum or neurodivergent. i actually personally kind of like person-first language - it implies the other person is trying to protect me from myself. i know they had to teach themselves that pattern of speech, is all, and it shows they're at least trying. and i was a person first, even if i wasn't good at it.

plants learn information. they must encode data somehow, but where would they store it? when you cut open a sapling, you cannot find the how they think - if they "think" at all. they learn, but do not think. i want to paint that process - i think it would be mostly purple and blue.

the book was not about me, it was about a young boy. his life was patterned into a different set of categories. he did not cry about the tag on his shirt. i remember reading it and saying to myself: i am wrong, and broken, but it isn't in this way. something else is wrong with me instead. later, in that same person-first education class, my teacher would bring up the curious incident and mention that it is now widely panned as being inaccurate and stereotypical. she frowned and said we might not know how a person with autism thinks, but it is unlikely to be expressed in that way. this book was written with the best intentions by a special-ed teacher, but there's some debate as to if somebody who was on the spectrum would be even able to write something like this.

we might not understand it, but crows and ravens have developed their own language. this is also true of whales, dolphins, and many other species. i do not know how a crow thinks, but we do know they can problem solve. (is "thinking" equal to "problem solving"? or is "thinking" data processing? data management?) i do not know how my dog thinks, either, but we "talk" all the same - i know what he is asking for, even if he only asks once.

i am not a dolphin or reindeer or a dog in the nighttime, but i am an odd duck. in the ugly duckling, she grows up and comes home and is beautiful and finds her soulmate. all that ugliness she experienced lives in downy feathers inside of her, staining everything a muted grey. she is beautiful eventually, though, so she is loved. they do not want to cut her open to see how she thinks.

a while ago i got into an argument with a classmate about that weird sia music video about autism. my classmate said she thought it was good to raise awareness. i told her they should have just hired someone else to do it. she said it's not fair to an autistic person to expect them to be able to handle that kind of a thing.

today i saw a goose, and he was limping. i want to be loved like a flock loves a wounded creature: the phrase taken under a wing. which is to say i have always known i am not normal. desperate, mewling - i want to be loved beyond words.

loved beyond thinking.

#spilled ink #writeblr #personal #please don't ask me to talk on my experience on the spectrum lol. i hate how ppl talk to me about it #i really try not to write so specifically about it #bc inevitably someone talks to me like im a child #i think this is the first time i've ever openly identified with it but i've been hinting for years #i might delete this. feels big.#the thing is that being on the spectrum actually IS a spectrum #and if u say ur autistic #inevitably someone makes an assumption about ur needs/symptoms #please do not treat me differently than u usually would. like.... we can tell when you do #and like i mention. i do appreciate the effort. i do truly appreciate the effort.#but it still feels like...#when i was blind. sometimes people kind of did the same-ish thing.#they'd find out i was blind and start talking really loudly?#and while i KNOW they're just trying to help. it would be like. i'd be trying to find #the right way into a building (sometimes only 1 door is unlocked and i couldn't see the signs posted about where to go)#and ppl would be like ''OH UR BLIND? YES SO THIS IS A DOOR. IT OPENS INTO THE BUILDING. IT IS LOCKED NOW."#''A DOOR CAN BE FOUND IN MANY LOCATIONS.''#and it feels like. when i admit to being autistic #someone comes screeching into my life being like THIS IS A DOOR.

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ecoamerica · 19 days

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stil-lindigo · 2 months

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an aro-ace's love letter to love.

(the title "Laozi's bowl" is in reference to the famous quote by Chinese philosopher Laozi who said "It is the empty space which makes the bowl useful.")

#it can be lonely sometimes being aroace. but ive somehow made a career out of writing romance stories #ive made peace with myself #and what my identity likely means for my future #im fine with it but i cant help poke fun at the irony #to be a hopeless romantic and also aroace is a fun cocktail #aromantic #asexual #stillindigo art

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somerandomdudelmao · 9 months

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@tapakah0

This little bunny means the world to me

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fortheloveofexy · 4 months

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it's a pet peeve of mine when ppl frame Andrew as hating Aaron and being needlessly cruel to him... bc while yes, their relationship is fractured and strained, Andrew genuinely cares about his brother and wants the best for him, he just doesn't know how to show that in a normal way.

like he might not know how to express it in a healthy manner but Andrew LOVES Aaron, like he truly just wants Aaron to be healthy and safe. It's like, his whole Thing. Aaron is one of the most important people in his life. Andrew wants him around. He'd do anything to protect him.

I guarantee Andrew wants to be emotionally close to Aaron too, he just doesn't have the tools to do that and the thought of letting someone in terrifies him. He also has no concept of what a healthy sibling relationship looks like, so he has no frame of reference to work from.

#i love bickering twinyards as much as the next guy but sometimes ppl write andrew has if he thinks aaron is a waste of space #and that just isn't true #andrew values his brother #he wouldn't insist on keeping aaron close if he didn't #when ppl do this is just so obvious to me that they're using andrew as a mouthpiece for their own dislike of aaron #and like ok yeah you're entitled to not like a character i guess #but it's just so wildly out of character to me for andrew to treat aaron like shit for no reason beyond Being Cruel #like yeah andrew can be mean when he's feeling defensive or trying to make a point #and yeah he can treat people like shit if he's got a reason to justify it like Keeping People Safe #but he's not needlessly cruel to the people closest to him without cause #like neil says #everything andrew does #he does For A Reason #even neil isn't needlessly mean to aaron tbh #like he doesn't like aaron much at certain points but if he picks a fight with aaron it's never without cause #and he's genuinely happy for aaron when things work out with katelyn in the end #and he wants aaron to have a relationship with andrew as well! like it's important to neil that the twins have a healthy bond!!#anyway im getting off my soapbox now this is just something i was thinking about today a Lot #aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court

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agentc0rn · 4 months

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He dared to fly high and beyond

With a will that burned hotter than the sun itself

Outstretched his hand

Just to feel a modicum of its light

Longing to possess its brilliance, power, legacy

Enveloped and overwhelmed

His wings of crystals cracked and he fell

Down into the heart of the sea

Just before the tides claimed him

From the skies, came down them

and reached a hand for his.

#pokemon sv #pokemon dlc #pokemon fanart #pokemon sv dlc #the indigo disk #my art #pokemon #kieran pokemon #rival kieran #pokemon kieran #trainer kieran #the hidden treasure of area zero #sometimes our greatest strength is also our greatest weakness - unknown #Icarus’ fall teaches us the importance of finding balance in our pursuit of greatness - also unknown #When I was writing down the tags in my other post it hit me that Kieran is literally Icarus but with a happy ending #I feel enlightened about this #I have a big soft spot for Kieran as you can tell with all the analysis #art and animatics of him - such a special boi #pokemon scarlet and violet

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luthienne · 1 year

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!!!!! (my heart recognizes this as an unerring truth)

#this is what i mean when i write !!!!! bc sometimes i am incapable of speech i can only communicate exclamation points #k.txt

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delizbin · 3 months

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Effie’s first year as an escort was… interesting! Life threatens aside (and some death here and there), the parties and dresses were nice :)

#I am aware this is not the kind of “wall” scenario you all wanted but I have something in mind okay stick with me #be patient #:)#he would never threaten her the first year c’mon … wouldn’t he tho?#black and white because my mind doesn’t properly function so this is the maximum of productivity for me I guess #hayffie #this really happened I was there I can confirm this #he isn’t a ray of sunshine for sure #she must have tried to interfere at the beginning just to drop the ball 3 years in or so #hoping for the promotion right #this is my blog I write whatever I want in the tags okay? okay #shish I really just want to shut myself up sometimes #while am I still writing aah #capisc just popped into my head and I had to make him say that for some reason #he was drunk of course but at least he didn’t vomit on her here and there

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spdrvyn · 11 months

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i'll be lonely with you — MIGUEL O'HARA

SUMMARY: with the passage of time and whispers from your acquaintances at the spider society HQ, you've found out that your boss has a habit of sneaking out of his office during the dead hours of night to eat dinner. completely alone.

NOTES: new formatting for fics !!! do you guys like it? :3 i decided to include summaries that way it would be easier for people to understand the general jist of the plot without me spewing nonsense in the notes. anyways enjoy !!!!! thanks for the support on my recent works as well ^_^

You didn't consider yourself the most introverted person.

Even when it came to hundreds of Spider-people, you tried to get to know who you could and become acquainted with as many of them as possible. How could you not?

However, there were few that you knew on a more personal level. People that you'd keep close to your side whenever you visited headquarters. People that you'd enjoy having an exchange of gossip with during lunch in the bustling cafeteria.

Miguel O'Hara wasn't exactly one of those people.

It's not like you didn't want to develop something more than a boss-coworker relationship. Though, conversations with him were always difficult, to the say the least. Most of the time, he's talking about work and anything that goes past that boundary goes unspoken.

Quite literally. You've forgotten the amount of times that you've built up the courage to mention anything about your other (not deceased) relatives or your friends and the amount of times that the room was filled with a silence so awkward that crickets are on the same volume as missile launchers.

Though, you didn't want to lose hope. You sort of understood where he was coming from. People go through grief and mourning in different ways, Miguel's was probably just isolation and a complete avoidance of discussions of personal life.

He was a leader. A good one. A trait of a good leader is to connect with their subordinates, establish relationships. So it really made you think.

How messed up was he that he missed that one quality?

"Hey. Your food's getting cold." There it goes, the sound of your train of thought leaving the station. Sometimes, you were grateful for Jess being there for you. She could snap you back to reality you like nobody else could.

You mutter an apology before stabbing your salad with your fork and taking a bite, Jess rests her head on her palm. Raising a brow at you, "So, did you want to eat lunch with me for fun or are you just using me to get info about Miguel? Again?"

Nervously, you shake your head. "It's nothing like that!" She leans in a little more, waving her other free hand in the air in a circular motion.

"...But if you have anything that you'd like to share then I'm not going to refuse entirely—"

"Oh my god. Fine, fine. What do you want to know?"

With that question, it felt like your mind blanked. You fidgeted with your fork, twirling a leaf of your salad against the plate as you pondered on what question to ask.

Jess responds with a deep sigh, "If you're trying to find a way to talk to him more, he doesn't leave that office of his much unless it's for work. He's in there most of time. Although..."

"Although?"

"Although, I've seen him come here normally somewhere around midnight to get a very late dinner alone. The place is less crowded, most are just in their own universe or sleeping or working."

Your face falls a little upon hearing that. "So I can only catch a non-serious conversation with him... in the middle of the night?"

"Exactly. Besides, there's a good chance he's going to just— continue talking about work with you whether he's in his office or not. You know that, right?"

You drop your utensil in defeat, burying your face shamefully in your hands. "I know..."

You quickly wrap up your lunch with Jess, as she shares bits and pieces about him. You had really wondered how she was able to learn all of these things about him anyway but before you had the opportunity to ask her, she told you to not.

Respecting her wishes, you keep your mouth shut. Respecting her even further, you decide to pack up both of your plates and wave her a goodbye before picking up those thoughts that you were left a while ago.

Admittedly, you didn't know why you were so persistent for something like this, for someone like him.

Determination was a strength of yours but that didn't mean that you didn't know where your limits rested and you would back off when you needed to.

There was just something. A swirling feeling in your gut that was telling you to keep going.

That it would be worth it.

So, you follow everything that Jess told you. Around midnight, he'd be alone, in the cafeteria, and looking for an empanada to snack on before heading back into his office. A very small fraction of his time left for personal conversation if you tried hard enough!

This most likely wasn't a good idea. You didn't sleep at all through the day but the thrill kept you alive and thriving. You confidently stride up to the counters of the cafeteria, picking out a small bag of chips for yourself and the last empanada for your soon-to-be snack companion.

Now, you wait.

You surveyed your surroundings and as you were doing that, you realize why he particularly emerges during these kinds of hours to eat. There was a significantly less amount of people.

Whenever you came here during the day, it was a miracle to be able to find completely empty seats. At times, you were forced to sit with a group of people.

You weren't entirely ungrateful for that though, you've made a lot of friends that way. Sure, it was awkward at first but the more you were forced to interact with people that way, the more you adapted to making small talk.

Even then, there were a lot of tables that were taken here save for one completely empty one at the far end.

Then, you finally see that navy and red suit.

Deciding to observe him just a little bit more, you watch him curse under his breath seeing the display case for the empanadas empty. Before he walks away any further, you tap him on the shoulder.

His mask was on, his eyes widen a little bit before you hand him the small box. "I saved the last one for you."

With a soft huff, you see the muscles in his shoulders and back grow loose once more, he hestitantly takes the container from your hands. Looking at it then looking back at you, "Thanks."

You two share a few seconds of awkward silence, you felt a little exposed. You decided to unmask for this because you wanted him to feel more comfortable talking to you rather than who you were as a Spider-person yet there's still that same awkwardness in the air.

Clearly without nothing to do and no idea on how to makem something better out of this, Miguel's about to walk off before you stop him once more.

"W— wait," A little piece of yourself dies inside as you hear yourself stutter but nevertheless, you keep going. "Uh, there aren't any other spots so is it alright if I sit you? I don't know any of the people here."

The way that you see the eyes through his masks narrow ever so slightly once the question escapes your throat makes your heart quiver like crazy.

You wanted to get to know him but damn, if you said that he didn't scare you sometimes then you would be lying.

You cry on the inside with sweet victory as he says...

"Fine."

That was it. That was all you got but you gladly take it! You have to catch up to him though because once you're done mentally celebrating, he's already a little bit far from you.

You try your hardest to keep your head straight but you can't help but look up and spare him one glance, the fact that you even had to look up at him really only emphasized your height difference with him.

Another factor that made you just a little bit more intimidated by him, his physique. You considered yourself to be of average height, you weren't the tallest person in the room but you were never the shortest as well. Just average.

The way he practically towered over you, his hand nearly being the size of your head. It made you feel something.

The moment that both of you have a seat, you take your opportunity.

"So, is there anything that you plan on doing after this?"

You get a little distracted once his mask comes off, he raises an eyebrow at you, crimson eyes that feel like they're looking straight into your soul. Though, side-tracked as he bites into the dough and meaty goodness of his empanada, with a shrug— he replies,

"Not really. Unless there's an anomaly I haven't heard of yet then I have no plans. Why do you ask?"

"Oh, nothing. Was just curious is all." Why was this so hard?!

The conversation goes as what you expected. You'd ask a question every moment or so and he'd give you a short response before going back to his food. He wouldn't ask you anything back, wouldn't add any 'unnecessary' comments. Just bask in the silence.

You simply couldn't take it anymore, you didn't know how to express your interest in him without asking him more questions about himself which he seems to avoid trying to answer.

You couldn't ask him about his hobbies because he'll most likely say that he's too busy working to actually spend time gaining and branching out to different interests.

Dejectedly, you sigh. "I'm sorry for imposing— on your alone time, I mean." It was like everything that you wanted to say just kept spilling out of your mouth.

"I didn't want to eat with you at this hour because I pity you or— or I found you lonely or whatever. I just thought that whenever you weren't talking about work, we'd be able to get along."

You stand up from your seat, eyes mindlessly darting arounf the labels of the bag of 'Spider-O's' in your clutches.

"I'll, uhm, let you eat in peace now. Once again, I'm—"

"Wait."

Which ever brain cells died from that interaction certainly reignited now. "Sit back down," It comes off an order. An order you certainly obey.

"I wouldn't have actually said yes to you if I didn't want to talk." He starts. "I know a lot of people but it's not in the same way that you do. I know their names, their faces, their canon events. You know their feelings, their mindscapes, and their troubles—"

"—And those are the exact kinds of things that I can't comprehend most of the time. We understand people differently, is what I'm saying. I still have no idea why exactly you sought out me of all people but I will... try to gain this new perspective of things."

You want to tamp down the smile that creeps up on your lips as you hear those words but you can't. What he said, it all made sense now. You couldn't see the full picture still, but you were willing to find it—

"I understand. It's fine."

"So? Do you have plans after this?"

Together.

#miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara fluff #fluff #romance #kind of #across the spiderverse #spiderverse #atsv #jessica drew #jess drew #spiderwoman #made this one extra sappy for u guys #miguel can be #so hard to write sometimes #hope i did him justice here

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anxious-logic · 2 years

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“You’re Okay” Chapter 5

Day 5: Rain/Library

Ship: Platonic/pre-romantic Analogical (Virgil/Logan)

Warnings: None

Word count: 820

AO3 rating: G

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Summary: Virgil was exhausted.

All they wanted was a full eight hours of sleep, but they had an exam the next day and an essay due the day after that and a presentation in three days and they were doing tech for the theater show this week and they were shitty at getting things done in advance, so unless they wanted to get a bad grade on something, they had to keep studying tonight.

They grumbled to themself as they continued re-reading over the chapter in their textbook, flipping back and forth between the pages and occasionally leaning over to their laptop to double check their notes.

“Hi.”

Virgil waved a hand at Logan, not looking up from their work. “Hi.”

“How is the studying going?” xe asked, placing xir backpack on the table.

“It’s… going.” Virgil grimaced, looking up from their work for the first time. They blinked in surprise at their best friend. “Why are you wet?”

Logan raised an eyebrow. “It’s raining quite heavily, in case you didn’t notice.” Xe carefully shrugged off xir rain jacket, hanging it over the back of xir chair.

“...Oh. I didn’t notice.” Virgil shifted in their seat, craning their neck to see out the tiny window situated most of the way across the library. “Huh.” It was, indeed, pouring outside.

“‘Huh’ indeed.” Logan ran a hand through xir hair and wrinkled xir nose at the dampness. “It is quite unpleasant. I am lucky my bag is water resistant.”

Virgil nodded as they stretched their arms out wide, yawning. “I’m tired,” they said, changing the subject.

“That’s a relatively universal college experience, yes,” Logan responded as they got out xir computer, powering it on. “If you had followed my suggestions for study schedules earlier in the semester, however, perhaps some of that would be mitigated.”

Virgil playfully rolled their eyes at the jab. “Yeah, yeah, I know. It’s all my fault, et cetera, et cetera.”

Logan looked up at them, frowning. “That is not what I meant to imply. The typical college workload is beyond what is reasonable to expect a young adult to handle, especially when combined with non-academic obligations such as work or socializing with peers-”

“I know,” Virgil interrupted. “I was joking. I’m sorry for not being more clear.”

“Ah.” Logan nodded and looked back down at xir laptop. “Would you like to work via the Pomodoro Technique with me?”

“Sure,” Virgil shrugged. “Can we do the short version, though?”

Logan shot a quick smile at Virgil. “Yes, of course.”

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Logan sighed in relief as the timer on xir computer quietly dinged, letting xem know that another twenty-five minutes of work time had passed. Xe glanced up at Virgil to tell them that they were now in another break period, but instead of seeing xir friend frowning at their laptop or mouthing the words from their textbook, xe saw Virgil’s head laying on the table pillowed on their arm, their eyes closed and breathing slow.

I suppose that’s one way to get a bit of sleep, Logan thought fondly. Perhaps it wasn’t the most efficient use of time - after all, if they were tired enough to fall asleep in the middle of a studying session, their previous work was likely not up to par - but Logan couldn’t fault Virgil too much. However, there were still another two rounds of studying until the pomodoro session was complete, so…

“Virgil?” Xe laid a hand on Virgil’s shoulder and gently shook. “It’s break time.”

Virgil’s eyes slowly opened. A flicker of confusion crossed their face before they blinked and slowly sat up, Logan’s hand slipping down from their shoulder to their own hand. “Oh. Um… sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

Logan smiled, squeezing their hand. “You’re okay, I understand. I assumed if you had known you were tired enough to fall asleep, you would have gone back to your dorm for a nap instead of studying with me.”

Virgil laughed quietly. “You might be underestimating my workload right now, and my willingness to take naps in places not designed for sleeping, but sure.”

Logan huffed, amused. “I am well aware of your penchant for sleeping in non-traditional spaces.” Virgil met xir eyes, still smiling, and xe felt an unfamiliar emotion wash over xem, a comforting warmth filling xir body.

“Um…” Xe felt xir cheeks heat up as xir mind went blank, unable to put together coherent sentences.

They both jumped at the quiet ding from Logan’s computer. “That’s the end of the break,” Logan said quickly, pulling xir hand back. “Do you feel awake enough to continue studying?”

“Eh, sure,” Virgil groaned, stretching their back. “Let’s go.”

Logan forced xir eyes back to xir laptop. Even though xe was looking at the screen, xir attention was all on Virgil, on the feeling of their hand in xirs and the rush of warmth that filled xem when xe met Virgil’s eyes.

…Oh.

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coffinflop · 4 months

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#fanfiction #fanfic #tumblr polls #polls #milestumblr #personally i split each pairing into a document bc i can keep my shared notes about dynamics and lore etc #sometimes if a fic gets long enough it’ll get its own doc #but i rarely write fics that long #and i also rarely write more than one fic for a pairing #also if u saw me post this already: no you didn’t

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sergle · 6 months

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I'm thinking abt that pretty fall leaves embroidery pattern post and about how like... it is categorically a repost, it's a reupload. right? a thing that is generally disliked. but because it's credited, it's genuinely boosting the artist in question. and it could ALWAYS be like this. reposting content could ALWAYS be a symbiotic relationship, but because sourcing back to the original creator of something is so uncommon, it's just easier to ask people not to repost it at all. and people still don't understand the difference. or they'll go to the effort of cropping out usernames/signatures to repost something, which is More Effort than literally crediting the creator of something you liked enough to want to repost. Like. I literally don't actually care if my own shit gets reposted, you have to understand. I just don't want it STOLEN. But "do not repost" is easier to write on my art than "you can repost this, but don't alter the image/remove my signature, don't you dare write 'credit goes to the artist' because that is not credit, please link back to my original post or someplace that you can actually find me. please use an actual link/url instead of writing a non-clickable link of my username, because making it text instead of a clickable link cuts the number of people who will go to the effort of visiting my own page in Half." All those aggregate themed accounts, those fuckin annoying as hell instagrams and facebook groups that are like "body positive art we love wamen 💕 hashtag feminism" and then MASS-STEAL plus sized art created by women, if pages like these that always go and steal my older self-portraits and other works... If they just put a link to my prints of those pieces in the text of those posts, or, fuck, my commission info page? I would literally be living on the moon right now. I would have a house on the moon

#there is actually nothing morally wrong with running an account that just reuploads ppl's artwork or their jokes or their cosplays #if you just put a VISIBLE LINK in the description of your post with proper credit then it would be beneficial for everyone #because you can get your little clout or whatever it is you want by putting a bunch of same-category content on a page #but nobody's getting fucked over because if your post blows up then people just get FUNNELED to the source #because it's placed so plainly where everyone can see it #and yeah it's better to retweet or reblog but #on the rare occasion that I see my shit reuploaded on tumblr WHICH IS WEIRD BC I MAKE MY OWN POSTS HERE but anyway #someone making their own post where they upload my stuff. and it's always the floral self portraits so let's say it's a post with all those #if I scroll to the bottom and it says like. Artwork by Serglesinner on Twitter <-- clickable link [Sergle's Prints] <-- clickable link #to my etsy #I'm like oh okay and all the anger leaves my body and I'm like ah I see. and I toss the rock aside #like oh okay so you actually care that a person made these pieces. Instead of posting the caption ''women <3'' or smth #like you've GOTTA die if you do that. but if you just link back #or if you go to the effort of writing like a description with a BLURB? like it's a damn museum. like a light paragraph of info #about what the art is and who made it and their links #I am literally sucking you in a strange and peculiar manner. that is extremely helpful #and maybe other artists don't want this AT ALL and they'd rather people not reupload even if it is credited #but I feeeeeeeeel. like 99% of the time this would solve the issue #reposters could genuinely be helping ppl. sometimes the repost gets more traction than the real thing #as long as it credits the creator then that's an okay thing to happen!#that can land somebody a sale! a commission order! a new fan! A JOB #A JOB!!!!!!!!!!#sergle.txt #I didn't write this eloquently AT ALL what the fuck ever barkbarkbarkbark

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misc-obeyme · 4 months

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MC is having a rough week…

MC: *crying* What am I even doing with my life?!

Mammon: *panicking* Cheer up, MC! Uhhh you’re doin’ great!

Levi: *also panicking* Y-yeah! You could be a total loser like me!

MC: *cries harder*

Beel: Hey, MC. I had this carton of ice cream in the freezer, but I think you need it more.

MC: *looks up at Beel with big tear filled eyes, but has stopped crying* An angel…

Mammon & Levi: ?!

Beel gives MC the ice cream & a spoon. One empty carton later, Mammon & Levi have a better understanding of food therapy.

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#this is about me #& I just think Beel would understand #how sometimes tasty things can cheer you up #& I also think it’d be cute if he gave something to MC to make them feel better #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me beelzebub #om mammon #om leviathan #om beelzebub #obey me mc #late night nonsense posting #misc writes #misc scenario

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melverie · 5 months

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Can I just say that I absolutely LOVE how ever since they all found out that MC is human and was brought here against their will, it was Lucifer who kept insisting that they shouldn't be the ones to trap MC in the Devildom. That whether they want to stay or not is a decision MC has to make themself and that the brothers should support them no matter what they end up choosing

And now that the moment is finally here, now that MC has confirmed that they indeed plan on heading home, and now that all of his brothers agreed on helping them get back, having forged a pact and lending their powers to do so—

Now that he knows that he's the final piece needed to send them back; that the lingering idea of the yet to be forged pact between them is what's stopping MC from potentially leaving their side for good, leaving his side for good—

Now that they have finally gotten to this point, he realizes something. And he's unable to live with it

And so, he goes back on his word.

He's taking that choice from them.

"I don't want to."

Lucifer's pride is what keeps his voice leveled and neutral, as if it were just another day. As if he everything was completely fine. As if he didn't feel this pain in his heart, almost as if someone had rammed a dagger through his chest over and over and over again

To most people, he'd appear to be in perfect control of his emotions—if only his gaze wouldn't completely obliterated that frail façade of his. The way his beautiful dark eyes shimmering with a hint of blood red silently plead, beg MC to stay...

Internally, he is breaking apart because he knows what he is doing isn't right. He knows that he shouldn't trap them like a bird in a cage, and yet he can't help himself. Not in this situation. Not when it comes to MC

'No'

He—Lucifer, Avatar of Pride himself—is the last thing trapping the very person that finally made him realize what his sister had meant forever ago

'I won't let you go'

How one day, someone would stumble their way into his life, and how he'd love them so wholeheartedly and so deeply that everything else would become trivial as long as he'd get to hold them in his arms

'I can't let you go'

Someone that he'd happily throw away everything for, not even considering any alternatives if only for the shred of a chance at just one last tomorrow with them

'Please stay with us. Please stay with me'

Everything.

'I cannot lose you, MC'

Even if they'll never forgive him for it.

"I'm not going to forge a pact with MC."

#obey me nightbringer lesson 34 spoilers #slipped into writing mode at some point whoops #this was such a small moment but i love it so much #it does so much for his character even tho you don't realize it at first #tho ngl his “i don't wanna >:(” kinda makes him sound like a 5yo SDJDAKFLHSLGHSD #it's okay luci we love you anyway <3 (lass mich in meine zeit zurück du hu--)#anyway i already mentioned this in the post but the way he kept his expression neutral?#THE WAY HE KEPT HIS EXPRESSION PREFECTLY NEUTRAL?!?!?!??!!?#you just know he was BREAKING APART inside #i swear sometimes i'm so soft for him #anyway can you tell i have a lot of emotions rn HSDJAKFLHSHGSG #obey me spoilers #obey me nightbringer spoilers #obey me lesson 34 spoilers #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me nightbringer lesson 34 #obey me lesson 34 #;mel's main story disscetion #;mel's analyses

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