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Out Camping Part 1
Sanders Sides: Roman, Virgil
Blurb: A Father and Son Camping Trip
Fic Type: Camping AU
Overall Fic Warnings: None.
Taglist in reblog.
His mother had told Roman time and time again growing up that she hoped his kids would be just as rambunctious and energetic as he had been. Everyone who knew him had accepted that as a matter of karma. After all, Roman had practically lived for the spotlight since the very day of his birth and he had gone to great lengths to be the center of attention. Why wouldn’t his child be the exact same?
His mom had been wrong. Mostly.
Roman glanced over to the passenger seat, the corners of his lips turning up in a smile as his usually reclusive eight-year-old son, Virgil, straightened. Roman’s phone dropped unnoticed to his lap as he twisted to fully see outside, his fingers curling against the window as they finally left the last signs of civilization and the more stubborn paparazzi behind.
“Ready for our next grand adventure?” Roman asked, quietly.
Virgil glanced over his shoulder, flashing him a quick smile. “Yes.” Came the fervent response.
He chuckled, returning his attention to the open road before them. “Thought so.”
It never failed to surprise people to find out that Virgil was his son. To the untrained eye, they were complete opposites. Where Roman was loud. Virgil was quiet. Where Roman thrived in front of an audience. Virgil shrunk away, preferring quiet evenings inside instead of days spent at concerts or amusement parks.
Total opposites. At least around people. Roman glanced again to his quiet son, watching his eyes come alight with excitement, his hidden energy bubbling up to the surface with every passing moment until Virgil was practically bouncing up and down in his seat, quietly humming to the music playing in the background as the desert wilderness surrounded them.
“Do you think we’ll see a coyote this time, Dad?” He suddenly blurted out. “Or a rattlesnake? I hope it’s a coyote. They’re cool!” The words tumbled from his lips as he whirled to his father, eyes wide. “Or maybe a mountain lion! A big horned sheep would be different too. Callie from school says you rarely see those, but I bet we can find one. No. Six! We’ll find the entire herd!”
And there was the Roman within his son. Talking a mile a minute and using more words than most people heard from him in a year. Roman flashed a smile, reaching out with one hand to ruffle his hair. “With your animal magnetism, my little Prince, I don’t doubt we’ll be able to find those sheep.” Or whatever else he set his young mind to seeing this trip.
Virgil grinned, turning eagerly back to the window. “How much longer?” He asked, fidgeting in place. “We’re nearly there, right?”
“Uh…” Roman flicked his attention to the GPS on the console. “Does three hours count as nearly there?”
Virgil groaned, flopping back against the seat in the exact same melodramatic pose Roman had used on his parents when he was younger…well still used, actually, on the stage. “That’s fiveever away, Dad!” He complained, pulling at his hoodie strings. “Drive faster.”
“And get another ticket? No.”
“Oh, come on!”
“No.”
“Five over?”
Roman exhaled. “I’m already doing eight, you speed demon. Be content with that.”
Virgil pouted, looking up at his dad with wide green eyes. The exact same shade as his own. “Ten over?”
What had happened to five? Roman let out a laugh, giving in, his foot pressing a bit harder on the gas. And people thought his son was quiet and withdrawn. Ha. “Alright, Virge. Ten over. No faster though, alright?”
Virgil grinned with undisclosed glee, leaning over to see the speedometer inching upwards. “Okay.”
Roman silently sighed. It was going to be a nightmare when his son grew old enough to get his driver’s license. He already knew that from taking Virgil to the tracks to race his dirt bike. The kid could make that hunk of metal go much faster than an eight-year-old had any right to make it go and Roman was sure Remus had jimmy-rigged the thing to increase the speed before gifting the bike to his favorite nephew.
He relaxed his grip on the steering wheel as his son turned back to the window, watching the mile marker signs flash by. That was a worry for a different day. One thing at a time. For now he’d just worry about Virgil attempting to bring home the desert lizards or baby rabbits he’d inevitably find while they were out in the middle of nowhere.
To Be Continued.
Part 2
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I was tagged by @ironmist thanks for the tag! I love the music ones :)
rules: pick a song for every letter of your URL and tag that many people
Taro - Alt-J
Heaven Help Me - Salem
Emotions - Dustbox
Everlasting - Dimrays
Marshmallow Unicorn - Rachel Sermanni
Empty Threat - Chvrches
Rise From The Grave - Undeath
All Now - The Staves
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Drive It Like You Stole It - Jackson Wang
Forever And A Day - Blackbriar
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Radio - Cold Years
Everlasting Eternity - The Deadwoods ft. Akina
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Help Me - Alkaline Trio
Into the Sun - Tarja
Devil's Resting Place - Laura Marling
Ecstasy - Kamijo
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The End - Aldious
*counts the number of letters in my url* 23 people huh (No pressure if you don't want to do it, of course)
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@theyoungwaldschrat
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IB: @stillebesat — Twin Jason and Jazz + Younger brother Danny (They’re all related)
Jazz and Jason are Sheila and Willis’ kids
Danny is Catherine and Willis’s kid
Catherine and Willis gave Jazz and Danny away because Jazz is a girl (Willis doesn’t see any use for a daughter) and Danny was born with a weak constitution (All the drugs and alcohol from Catherine and Willis)
The trio didn’t contact each other because they all thought that they were happy with their adopted family
Jazz and Danny absolutely CRUSHED when finding out about Jason’s death
Danny looking for Jason in the Ghost Zone after getting turned into a Halfa but cannot see to find him
Jason felt Danny getting coronated as the Ghost King but instead of feeling pain/death/getting knocked on his ass, he felt immense pride and familial love (IB: Death Echoes - Ocearna, link at the bottom of the post)
Danny and Jason meet when Red Hood was in space (Watch Tower for a meeting , mission with the outlaws etc) + Danny just vibing is space.
When Jason meets Danny in space, they felt an instant connection. The pit’s scared shitless + Danny’s core screaming “FAMILY!!”
Danny kidnaps Jason and brings him to Jazz = tearful reunion
OR!! Jason stalks Liminal!Jazz when Jazz interns/does attachment at Arkham. The pit respecting Jazz and recognising Jazz as family
Jason being overprotective of Jazz and threatening to kill anyone who messes with his baby sister (they’re only 7 minutes apart)
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I posted 7,020 times in 2022
497 posts created (7%)
6,523 posts reblogged (93%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@creeepyfangirl
@muiromem
@stillebesat
@we-all-horny-here
@verpine95
I tagged 555 of my posts in 2022
#tashiarts - 60 posts
#if sad check this tag - 56 posts
#sanders sides - 37 posts
#clowns are good agenda - 27 posts
#unreality - 16 posts
#roman sanders - 15 posts
#american politics - 12 posts
#dsmp spoilers - 12 posts
#tashi rewatches sanders sides - 11 posts
#janus sanders - 9 posts
Longest Tag: 139 characters
#the rift the entity the laclack of death the missing jumbo the hidden mumbo face in the rift disappeardisappearing now that mumbo is back..
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Waltz with a Dark Prince
If you like it, please reblog it!
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#4
Janus from A Primrose Promise.
I have been working on this story since 2018 back when I really first joined the fandom and I have been in a funk lately with the drought between episodes. So to cure my art block, I decided to redo the bookmarks I made eons ago for the story. Back then, I had drawn the pictures before ever writing anything down so they all looked much more modern than the story actually takes place (I have fixed that now). Also, my style hadn’t really caught up to what it is today and what most people recognize from me as the “scratchy lineart but soft blended colours and textured overlay” didn’t apply to the first set. Suffice it to say I am really happy with this one. I am working on the others but there are SO many. Virgil will be next because ultimately the story is predominantly about Virgil and Janus. (Spoilers though, he goes by another name in the story and I did not change it after his name reveal on purpose. If you read it you’ll figure out why in uhhhhhhhh one of the later chapters lol). I feel like I have greatly improved and it’s definitely cured my art block!
I worked hard on this for several hours.
IF YOU LIKE IT, PLEASE REBLOG IT.
Original work under the cut for a side by side comparison + close-ups.
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#3
I think mojang should make it so if you nametag a pig or piglin "Technoblade" it gets a permanent crown.
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#2
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My #1 post of 2022
Moon Deity Logan
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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →
#tumblr2022#year in review#my 2022 tumblr year in review#Lol I posted art this year and it was GOOD? that's wild#Also my longest tag is so fucked up because it was like 3am and I had to be up at 6
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WIP Game
Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. (You can make your own post or reblog this one!) I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? Dnd campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!
Thank you Bog @batshit-birds for tagging me, I love these things! I don’t really name or title any of my wips, so I’ll use the silly summaries I give them. These are the few I’m actively working on, and are etty much all for DC because that’s where my brain currently resides.
Super Secret Slide+Wax Paper
Bart and Cissie are Fake/Presumed dating?
Survivor on an Alien Planet: Starring Robin and Arrowette
Teenagers and alcohol don’t mix well.
Red Hood’s Ransom Gone Wrong
Color Coded Trackers
Kidnapping a child does not promote family bonding
Murderbot Diaries: Young Justice Edition
The Wayne Family Farm
That’s enough for now, but feel free to send in more than one! I can go on about these all day long. As for tagging...let’s go with @violetmcl @milomeepit @tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors @stillebesat @5am-the-foxing-hour and @broosepayne and anyone else who wants to play!
#andes mouth#ask game#wip#my fanfic#batfam#arrowfam#superfam#flashfam#batboys#batbros#deathstroke#tim drake#jason todd#conner kent#kon el#bart allen#cissie king jones#slade wilson#clark kent#jon kent#robin#red robin#dc red robin#bruce wayne#batman#superboy#impulse#arrowette#red hood#murderbot
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Alright cutting this off shorter
I posted 3,853 times in 2022
115 posts created (3%)
3,738 posts reblogged (97%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@pizza-box-raccoon
@selfdestructivecat
@stillebesat
@tastic-in-its-finest
@whyamionlyabletouse32characters
(Hm! I’ll leave the tagging on, hope you don’t mind)
I tagged 3,852 of my posts in 2022
(Find the one post I didn’t tag if you have the time)
#reblog - 3,638 posts
#sanders sides - 900 posts
#hollow knight - 306 posts
#art - 286 posts
#animals - 270 posts
#video - 209 posts
#mairimashita! iruma kun - 192 posts
#comic - 190 posts
#cats - 178 posts
#caps - 169 posts
Longest Tag: 138 characters
#never judge a ‘simple’ art style for being less ‘labor intensive’ or ‘skilled’ compared to something the ‘masters’ do. it’s so hard for me
(I stand by it! ^)
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Made something based on @ 5am-the-foxing-hour’s beach day tss incorrect quotes post that was too funny not to draw
Close ups under the cut!
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(Fun one this!)
#4
@ i-hate-liking-batman’s fic “I’ll take Care of Your Roots So Grow Tall, My Love” is just one of the best Love trio fics in my opinion, and it made me want to draw the fluffy little version of the guardian of cutthroat valley! Here it is, and I love it a lot :D!
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(Still Check It Out!)
#3
A Calamity (Chalchiutlicue) from “No Evil”
[Reblogs Appreciated by the Artist!]
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(Ah new interest how I love you)
#2
Sm dark sides :>
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My #1 post of 2022
Virgil and Remus fusion for fun
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(Not a big fan of this one oh well)
Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →
#about that one post#context was that it was one image#my art#gif#eye contact#long post#sanders sides#mairimashita! iruma kun#no evil betsy lee#tumblr year in review#my 2022 tumblr year in review#tumblr2022
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I posted 9,347 times in 2022
That's 5,987 more posts than 2021!
26 posts created (0%)
9,321 posts reblogged (100%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@stillebesat
@jubiveeline
@rozugold
@sporesgalaxy
@jam-rebagels
I tagged 392 of my posts in 2022
#stranger things spoilers - 46 posts
#reed’s rants - 40 posts
#the ducks quacked about something - 38 posts
#a question!! :o - 14 posts
#reed’s shennanigans - 12 posts
#danny phantom - 3 posts
#yes - 3 posts
#green - 3 posts
#black - 2 posts
#blue - 2 posts
Longest Tag: 136 characters
#the way dodie says ‘i can finally see you’re as fucked up as me’ vs wilbur’s ‘shout at the walls cause the walls don’t fucking love you’
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Thinking about the way people say fuck. Like a gentle admittance. Like something tasting bitter. Something meant to punch. Something with reverence, like a prayer. Something with laugher still curling around it. Like a promise
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#4
I’m tired of being the weird kid. I’m tired of being your oddity to ogle at in the circus. I just want to be equal to the rest of you when I’m talking to you for once. I want to belong when I’m in your company. But maybe that’s on me. Maybe I need to stop trying to fit myself in with the audience when I’m the one on stage.
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#3
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#2
By the way if anyone wants the events of c!Tommy’s exile arc on the dsmp. I am making a Comprehensive list of everything that went down (specifically related to Tommy’s mentality and how it shifts from beginning to end, and the specifics of Dream’s abuse) so if anyone wants me to make it a public document for reference just hmu (Edit: it is now public! Link in the notes :])
27 notes - Posted July 12, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
*grabby hands* Danny Jason QPR gimme
AHA I wasn’t gonna write a fic but I also keep thinking about this every day so maybe I will lol. Premise of the story is they both have poisoned ectoplasm (no way they both have poisoned ectoplasm).
Danny (17) escapes the GIW who had captured him and were experimenting on him. One of the experiments was injecting him with a poison that feeds off ectoplasm (unknowingly). Danny escapes and runs around for a bit before settling in Gotham because he figures that the Bats won’t stand for a random group like the GIW coming into Gotham and being their destructive and unsubtle selves. He encounters Jason a couple times and they can Sense Eachother, usual dpxdc stuff. Eventually Danny saves Jason in a fight cause this is Ghost King AU and Jason is kinda Danny’s subject, and Danny obsession (which is again standard ‘protection’ vibes) extends to him because of that, so when Jason is about to get hurt, Danny is compelled to save him. N e ways Danny and Jason start interacting and hanging out more and eventually it progresses into a QPR. The poison in Danny’s system keeps getting worse until he caves and lets the Bats treat him - something he held out against for a long time b/c of his paranoia and trauma around medical stuff thanks to the GIW. He gets better n returns to Amity but visits Gotham frequently to see his partner and new friends.
I have a lot of other stuff bouncing around in my head too lol, Danny has very complicated feelings about not wanting Jason to get hurt and not wanting to hurt him, especially related to his poisoning, which I go feral over (It’s a two way street Jason feels the same way). Also have a whole subplot with Constantine and Danny and them confiscating books or things that tell how to summon Danny so the GIW can’t get their hands on kt. Tucker comes in near the end. I have lots of thoughts about how stressed Danny would be not being able to get back to the Ghost Zone to manage his responsibilities as it’s ruler. Also lots of thoughts on both Jason and Danny’s backstories (DC stands for disregard canon). I have a lot of thoughts about it all and about Jason and Danny maybe I should just write a fic. If u want me to elaborate on anything just send an ask I can talk about this all day lol!
Oh also I have Jason as 19 and Danny turns 18 in the fic (which definitely isn’t hard for him or for his friends and family back home who he hasn’t been able to contact)
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#tumblr2022#year in review#my 2022 tumblr year in review#your tumblr year in review#NOT MY ANGSTY i’m Weird POST BEING IN MY TOP 5 LMFAOOOO#this year rly was my year of being unabashedly cringe#first mask as my top song and now this#i love it#the ducks quacked about something
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WIP Challenge
Rules: "post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? Dnd campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!"
Tagged by @wickfursfanfics and @kiwilart both so I may as well do it. I have 200+ fics that are long enough to be at least a paragraph so obviously the whole list isn’t going to be shared, but I’ll share some tier two stuff I guess. Tier two is unposted fics I plan on finishing.....someday.
1. RoboKaito femShin
2. The Contract
3. Stray
4. Adore
5. Never Say Never
6. Maybe in a Dream (Suits Verse)
7. Gay Disaster AU
8. Narcolepsy
9. literally sugar daddy kaito
10. Almost Always
11. Any%
12. Columbo’s Last Hurrah (Suits Verse)
13. DA AU
14. m o r a l i t y
15. Paradise
16. Red Leaves in May
17. Werewolf Ran
18. Solidarity
19. Stitch
20. The Case of Hot Dude (Suits Verse)
yeah, no way I’m tagging 20 people, so @stillebesat and @glitchedcatto, plus anyone else that wants to do it. I’m alright with tags back tho.
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I posted 2,239 times in 2022
That's 383 more posts than 2021!
246 posts created (11%)
1,993 posts reblogged (89%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@brain-deadx0
@soijusthavetoask
@stillebesat
@idkjustgowithitok
@nonbinary-octopus
I tagged 808 of my posts in 2022
#others writing - 245 posts
#liveblogging - 52 posts
#pokemon - 27 posts
#live blogging - 21 posts
#pokemon legends arceus - 16 posts
#sanders sides - 16 posts
#pokemon legends arceus spoilers - 14 posts
#dc - 13 posts
#pokemon spoilers - 12 posts
#new big brother - 11 posts
Longest Tag: 139 characters
#logan realizing he kidnapped virgil and separated him from his friends: ah... ill deal with those emotions... later... eventually... maybe.
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
I know the video was partially an excuse to promote the plushes but I loved it. It reminded me of before the plot started and was a nice change of pace. This is probably what they really intended for the asides videos.
(Also I will never give up my stuffed animals lol)
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#4
It's been a while so I don't remember the original post but I remember seeing a theory on how, if Aang hadn't been frozen in the iceberg and actually lived out a full life, that Sokka was supposed to be the next avatar.
Because think of it, he masters fighting styles from all 4 nations (if you count the not quite airbenders) and spirit stuff tends to happen to him despite his skepticism.
I just find it a fun theory to think about.
148 notes - Posted November 16, 2022
#3
I just got a random image in my head
Someone pulls Logans tie but it's a clip on and breaks off so they're just staring at eachother.
152 notes - Posted April 26, 2022
#2
... do you think in legends arceus if Ingo annoyed someone they would compare him to an avalugg? Because...
165 notes - Posted April 15, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
For the love of God will new people PLEASE change their default avatars? I don't care what picture you put (so long as it's not a picture of a woman because those are often bots) but change it
ESPECIALLY if you have numbers in your username and ESPECIALLY ESPECIALLY if you have a real name+numbers because all of that just screams bot
I've probably blocked at least a few real people because they don't post or reblog anything and follow me without any sign they've ever even seen content from me
This is tumblr. If you join the circus you need to dress like the clowns.
Get rid of your default blog theme or people will block you thinking you're a bot
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Lol I feel like most writers will have themselves on their reblog list.
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Out Camping Part 2
Sanders Sides: Roman, Virgil
Blurb: A Father and Son Camping Trip
Fic Type: Camping AU
Overall Fic Warnings: None.
Taglist in reblog.
To Catch Up: Part 1
“Race you to the top, Dad!” Virgil yelled as he scrambled up the side of a sandstone rockface Roman had been sure his little spidermonkey couldn’t climb. Once again, he’d underestimated Virgil’s dexterity.
He exhaled, raising a hand to shade his eyes, judging the steeply slanted side before resolutely sticking to the path, breaking into a jog to catch up.
“Daaaaaddd!” Virgil’s petulant whine echoed down from above. “That’s boring! Climb the rock. It’s easy!”
“Not all of us are Spiderman, Virge.” He called back, adjusting the straps of the backpack holding their tent, food, water and other gear. His son was lucky he was jogging. It wasn’t like this stuff was featherlight.
A scraping sound overhead was his only warning before Virgil dropped down in front of him, white t-shirt already stained red from the sand. “But you can do anything, Dad!” He said, confidently as he straightened, his smaller backpack containing both of their clothes bouncing against his back. He gave Roman a heartwarming smile and puppy dog eyes as he spread his arms wide. “Climb with me!”
Roman slowly shook his head, huffing a laugh as he reached out a hand to brush a smudge of dirt from Virgil’s cheek. “You are going to be the death of me.” But how could he say no?
“The life of you!” Virgil disagreed, snagging his hand and tugging it.
He definitely couldn’t argue with that. Virgil had been the best thing to happen to him, no comparison to anything else needed. “The life of me.” He agreed, slipping the backpack off his shoulders to the ground before he surged forward, scooping Virgil up in his arms.
His son squealed in delight, hugging him tight as Roman swiftly climbed the rock face.
Huh. Virgil had been right. It wasn’t nearly as difficult as he’d first thought. Within seconds he’d made it to the top, breathing only a little hard from the climb.
“You did it!” His son cheered.
So he had. Maybe his little spidermonkey got his climbing skills from him. Roman smirked, ruffling his hair before he turned, holding his son out to the valley below. “Simba!” He proclaimed.
“Daaaaad.” Virgil wiggled his feet, glowering over his shoulder at him. “I’m Virgil. Do it right!”
He laughed. “Sorry. Sorry.” Roman pulled him back with a smirk, taking up a handful of red sand he brushed it across his son’s forehead before holding him back out over the valley. “VIRGIL!!” He proclaimed. “RULER OF ALL THESE LANDS! Nants ingonyama batithi Baba! Sithi uhm ingonyama!” He sang.
Virgil raised his hands to the sky, lifting his head up to the sun. “Everywhere the light touches is mine!” He proclaimed in a tone similar to Roman’s.
“You got that right, buddy” He chuckled, pulling Virgil close, holding him tight as his son buried his head against his chest.
The wilderness was definitely more Virgil’s domain than his. Roman would have been much more content to wander a park in the middle of a city. Not out here, in the middle of nowhere, without another soul for miles.
“We are one.” Virgil whispered, lifting his head to look at Roman.
Scratch that. He’d rather be out here in the middle of nowhere if it made Virgil happy. “Exactly, my Prince.” He whispered, tenderly kissing the top of his head. He knelt, resting his son on his knee as he gestured to the view before them. “Together. Forever. With all this as your kingdom to explore and climb.” He tapped Virgil’s nose. “Once we set up camp.” He amended. “You find a good spot yet?”
Virgil blinked, frantically shaking his head as he pushed away. “No! We're still too close to the car, Dad!”
Roman raised an eyebrow. Too close? They’d hiked at least four miles already and his son had yet to show any signs of tiring out. If anything he’d gotten more hyper the deeper into the wilderness they ventured. “Well then let’s jump to it, Hop-a-long.” He said, sliding back down the rock face to their gear. He straightened, turning in time to catch Virgil in his arms as his son jumped from halfway down. “Oof. Before the sun sets this time. Got it?”
Virgil grinned, wiggling free of Roman’s grip. “Not midnight?”
“Definitely not midnight.” They’d done that once. Never again. Setting up a tent in the dark was not his jar of Crofters. That was an established fact. Roman grabbed their gear, slipping it over his shoulders.
Huh. That climb must have done him some good after all. The bag felt lighter than before.
“Fiiinnee, but we get smores tonight then!” Virgil said, breaking into a run up the path.
Oh no. His son couldn’t just leave after that statement expecting it to be done. “Only if you gather the wood!” Roman called after him.
He skidded to a stop, turning with his little hands raised in obvious indignation. “Daaaaddd!”
“Soooonnnn!” He mimicked back, with a playful smile as he used his longer legs to decrease the distance between them. “We’ll wood hunt together after camp is set up.”
Virgil huffed, rolling his eyes, though Roman could see the sparkle therein.
He winked. “And maybe you’ll find a new lizard to play with while doing so.” And hopefully not a rattlesnake.
“New ones?” Virgil shook his head. “I’ve already seen lots of them here!”
That wasn’t surprising. Virgil excelled at finding animals that didn’t want to be seen. Roman swore his son could spot a rabbit hiding in the brush from a mile away. “Well maybe while gathering wood for our fire, you’ll see one you’ve never seen before.” He replied, with a shrug.
Virgil shook his head. “I don’t think so.” He turned, taking off down the dirt path, scrambling over the sandstone with ease.
Well. It was worth a shot. Roman exhaled, adjusting the straps of his bag one more time before following after his little Navigator.
#Out Camping#stillebesat#Sanders Sides#Roman Sanders#Virgil Sanders#child!Virgil#Dad!Roman#Camping AU
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Discord, I’m Howling at the Moon
Title: Discord, I’m Howling at the Moon
Summary:
Roman was an accomplished Hollywood actor. Millions adored him for his charm and winning smile.
On the flipside, Remus was a certified medical examiner. Millions hadn’t a clue of who he was and those few people that did tolerated him. He dissected dead bodies for a living. Hell, he’d do it for pure amusement if someone offered. Becoming a medical examiner had been just the safe, legal route.
So it might shock people on who was the normal human being and who was the one that could transform into a quote-unquote "horrifying bloodthirsty monster."
Pairings: Brotherly Creativitwins
Word Count: 4.1k
Warnings: Logan is in this fic for like five seconds (not enough to tag him imo), Werewolves, Nonspecific discussion of dissecting dead people (Remus is a medical examiner it’s kinda his job), illness mention, death mention, mutilation mention, vague nsfw jokes, arguing, crying, body horror, hurt/comfort
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Would y'all believe me if I told you this has been in my drafts for nearly three years, needing nothing but a few fixes here and there? Anyways, this idea had seized me one day late at night during 2020 lockdown and I wrote the barebones all in one night as you do. Many thanks to @stillebesat who beta'd it back in the day and gave helpful suggestions. I did use their advice to tighten up this fic...even it took this long for it to come into fruition.
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People were generally ecstatic to learn that Remus Merkle was a doctor. Until they discovered his patients were mostly dead. And by mostly dead, they were completely dead. It was just, occasionally, decaying corpses had muscle spasms that caused them to move on their own. Thus “mostly” dead. However, nobody really appreciated jokes about decomposing corpses unexpectedly moving. Whatever, when the zombie apocalypse arrived, he’d be the only one prepared for it.
They also didn’t seem to appreciate hearing about the various ways one can end up dead. As a mortician, he’s seen all sorts of cause for death. Most were mundane things—old age, heart failure, cancer.
Some, however, never failed to crack him up on the depravity of man. They were all going to hell, every last one of them. Anyone who thought otherwise was just fooling themselves.
That was why Remus didn’t care about keeping up appearances. He spoke loudly and proudly about anything, everything on his mind. He proclaimed liking chocolate ice cream in the same breath of proclaiming his enthusiasm for octopus sex. He’d walk around publicly in the nude if it wasn’t illegal. When a grey streak appeared in his hair prematurely—he didn’t hide it away. He embraced it, showing it off to everyone—and he meant everyone. His co-worker Brian, the barista at the coffee shop, the random businessman on the street—everyone.
People were then generally surprised to find out that he had a rather conspicuous twin brother. Or perhaps surprised to find out that Roman Prince was a stage name—as artificial as the grandiose, bravado image his brother portrayed himself to be. Because despite their passing resemblance (they were fraternal) they were polar opposites.
Even growing up this was evident. Roman liked drawing unicorns and fairy-tale princes. In turn, Remus liked drawing five-legged, eight-eyed monsters that ate up Roman’s princes and unicorns. Roman liked the good guys. Remus liked the bad guys. This worked out rather well when they’d play princes and dragons. Except, of course, when they’d argue who should win.
Most of the time? It ended up in a wrestling match full of foul play. Such as pinching, biting and tickling. If their poor mother was fortunate, she might discover them in a heap sound asleep. The unfortunate times were when this rough-housing went too far and one of them ended up crying at the end.
Unlike Remus, Roman cared about what others thought of him. He loved putting on a performance—doing whatever he believed would please others. In school, he was always the favorite among teachers and students alike because of this. Many times Remus tried convincing him to let loose and have fun. All that did was result in arguments with words far more painful than childish rough-housing ever was.
It wasn’t like Roman and Remus didn’t care for each other–because they did! It was just natural that when you spent almost every moment of your life alongside each other up until high school graduation, you were going to argue a lot about stuff that was very important but also very stupid. Nowadays they both learned to agree to disagree about certain things.
Given his acting tendencies, it wasn’t too astounding to Remus that his brother went on to become an accomplished Hollywood actor. Millions adored him for his charm and winning smile, among…other things. Sure, Remus was Remus. But even he had a limit.
Reading stranger’s thirst tweets about your twin brother? It would never cease to be a bizarre, disconcerting experience. This didn’t mean he wasn’t above using it as fodder to tease Roman. For all his talk, his brother was easily flustered by such things.
On the flipside, Remus was a certified medical examiner. Millions hadn’t a clue of who he was and those few people that did tolerate him. He dissected dead bodies for a living. Hell, he’d do it for pure amusement if someone offered. Becoming a medical examiner had been just the safe, legal route.
So it might shock people on who was the normal human being and who was the one that could transform into a quote-unquote "horrifying bloodthirsty monster." This wasn’t always the case, mind you.
It all began when Remus received a phone call one Tuesday evening at around 5:37pm. It was a cold, overcast, rainy day. The type of weather that warranted murders and other violent criminal acts if this was a fictional story. Most actual crimes statistically occurred during warm sunny days.
Remus had just taken his dinner of chicken gizzards out at the same moment that Aqua’s Barbie Girl erupted on his phone at an obnoxious loud volume. Remus groaned, setting the dish aside as he dug out the phone from his pocket.
“What’s up bro? Did you end up finding the surprise I left hidden in your TARDIS of a closet?”
“Ah, I apologize but this is not your brother speaking.”
Remus’ knuckles went white, “Oh really? Then where is my brother?”
“I’m afraid he’s…occupied at the moment. Listen your brother has—”
“Did you kidnap him? Because I can and will find you—and chop you into tiny bits of pieces! I’m real good at that—well with dead bodies but I’m sure the same principle works on live ones.”
“I have not kidnapped your brother, I promise.” The stranger said, voice level and calm. Remus pouted because it wasn’t fun when people didn’t freak out.
“What are you doing with his phone then?”
“My name is Logan Barry, I am your brother’s assistant. I know this is an invasion of his privacy and could very well end in my severance from his employment but I felt it imperative to make this phone call for your brother’s sake. He has been experiencing mood swings—”
“Have you worked with my brother for a long time?” Remus interrupted, barking a laugh, “Roro’s always been one for dramatics!”
“I’m well aware of his flair for the dramatics, having worked under him for two years,” Logan bit back testily, “I assure you this is different. The thing most concerning to me is that a few days ago he dropped out of all his acting engagements and has taken to isolating himself in his home. It is clear something is causing him anguish but he won’t say what it is.”
“And so you thought to steal your boss’s phone and call up one of his family members to check up on him?” Remus hummed, “because damn, yeah, it sounds like a pod person replaced him. But you picked the worst person to call—sure, we’re cool, but we aren’t the sort to do mushy emotional talks.”
“Are you certain? From what he has told me, you two are close. You are also the closest relative in terms of geographical distance.”
Well, shit. The dude had him on that. Both their parents were currently on an anniversary vacation in Florida.
Remus sighed as he grabbed his dinner and shoved it into the refrigerator. Right smushed between a few of his science experiments; a dead rat and dove respectively each wrapped in tinfoil.
“And he doesn’t have any friends you thought of calling first?” Remus asked, snatching up his car keys.
“Roman has plenty of friends—“
“—but lemme guess? They’re a bunch of artificial Hollywood phonies?” Remus asked. He took the resulting silence as confirmation. “Don’t worry, Nerdy Wolverine, I’ll go over and knock some sense into my idiot brother.”
“Thank you, it is much appreciated.”
“Don’t thank me just yet—by the way, how did you get my bro’s phone? Did you steal it?” Remus asked, already in his car and starting the ignition.
“I did not steal it—the phone needed a new screen and he entrusted me with making sure it was replaced. I am simply returning it to him in the morning, rather than this evening.”
“Hm, whatever helps make you sleep at night!” Remus chirped, “I’m gonna hang up now so I can listen to some tunes while on my way to save Roman from himself!”
He then did just that, before Logan could have a chance to utter some formal goodbye. The drive to Roman’s house was long—three hours. It was a little less than that due to Remus’ excessive amounts of speeding. Death metal blared out of the car stereos. Usually he liked to screech along to it but he remained silent the whole ride.
Being a Hollywood actor was Roman’s dream job—just as much as Remus’ job as a medical examiner was for him. He worked just as hard as Remus to achieve that. It’d be one thing if his brother grew stressed from the pressure of the job or wanted to pursue other creative avenues. But for him to up and quit acting? With no warning or explanation? That didn’t make sense. Nobody just did that—well okay Remus would. That was on-brand for him. Not for Roman.
Although, it’d be great after all these years his brother finally learned to cut back and let loose. Who knew, maybe his assistant was just being stuffy about the situation.
It was completely dark by the time Remus reached the gates of his brother’s ridiculously large home. Normally Remus liked ditching his car and scaling up the gate to freak his brother out. Today he used the gate code for the first time ever. He still lockpicked his brother’s front door—what? He had to maintain some sense of normalcy. Or as normal as Remus got anyways.
“Roey, I’m homeeee!” Remus called out, grinning maniacally as he pushed the door open. He took one step inside and his foot met with the crunch of glass.
Roman liked to call himself a man of passion and ideals. He loudly abhorred logic and structure, claiming he followed the whimsy of his heart best. Despite that, he did appreciate some order and rationality. Unlike Remus’ unbridled chaos, Roman’s chaos was organized to a degree. Roman sometimes had piles of stuff lying in a room. Piles that seemed random and unorganized but they really did have a purpose.
Remus shone his phone’s flashlight to a mess that rivaled Remus’ own anarchy. Chairs overturned, broken shards of glass, a torn-up shirt—the list went on.
“Whoa,” Remus breathed in, closing the door behind him. For a second Remus forgot the whole reason he came here. Instead he became invigorated with memories of when he trespassed abandoned buildings as a teen. Some had broken-down belongings still left inside—you could tell a lot about a person from what they left behind. Remus knew that fact intimately.
Had there been some sort of a struggle? Was Roman involved with the mafia? Was Roman dead?
Remus froze, crouched down as his fingers touched a shard of glass on the ground.
“Roman?” He called out, “Where are you? I can’t believe you had a wild party and you didn’t have the gall to invite me!”
He waited, tapping his finger against the glass. Tap, tap, tap. He almost didn’t think he’d get a response until he heard a distant clang. And then, “Remus?!”
His brother. That was Roman’s voice. Weak and faint, although that could be because he was halfway across the house or something.
“Yup it’s me!” Remus grinned, jumping up to his feet, “Bro, where you at?”
“Remus what are you doing here?” Roman asked, a muffled noise following his words.
Remus huffed, slightly peeved. Here was his brother, a pinnacle of manners and yet he ignored Remus’ question entirely. Regardless, he walked in the direction he thought Roman’s voice was coming from.
“What, I can’t drop in, just ‘cause anymore?” Remus asked, “besides, it doesn’t seem like you’re up to anything right now. Besides nursing a wicked hangover, I bet. Did you manage to get laid?”
“Remus, you can’t be here!” Roman’s voice said, sounding increasingly closer. Remus’ grin widened. Bingo.
“What do you mean I can’t be here? I got through the door just fine—also for someone that’s loaded, you should really invest in a better lock.”
“No, please, Remus I mean it!” Roman snapped, the clanging noise echoing once more. This time it sounded like something metal. “You can’t be here, please!”
Remus creeped closer, frowning when he came to the end of the hallway. Hmm, right or left?
“Why not?” C’mon bro, please speak up and tell me .
“I—I can’t! You just have to believe me!” There was a tremble in Roman’s voice. Remus had heard his brother act, time and time again. He knew all his tells. This wasn’t him acting. Roman was genuinely afraid.
He was also definitely in the room to Remus’ left. Now he just had to open the door—locked. Remus bit his lips. Alright, no biggie. He could lockpick it.
“Remus? Is that you? Stay away!”
“Roman, you know me—if you have a dead body in there, I’ll bury it for you. No questions asked. I might just want a peek at the insides though!”
“Remus, please—” Roman let out a pained scream.
Remus’ fingers quivered. No! He steadied them, working as fast as humanly possible. It struck him then that this was just like a scene ripped from a horror movie. A man goes to visit his apparently gone mad brother and finds a mystery afoot. As much as Remus liked horror movies, he was finding that he didn’t like being in one.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the door unlocked. Remus slammed it open, one hand itching close to his pocket knife. The room was dim, containing a single window with blinds drawn over it. It looked like an ordinary guest bedroom until something shifted in the corner.
“Roman?” Remus came near, startled at the sight of his twin shirtless and chained up to the bedposts. What the fuck. “I should’ve thought you were one for such a vanilla kink. Where’s your partner? Are they hot?”
“It isn’t like that!” Roman insisted, baring his teeth, “Listen, I can’t hold it back any longer, you need to g o .”
Remus opened his mouth to respond when Roman dropped to the ground, screaming as he convulsed. Oh my god, he was having a seizure. Remus should call 911. His phone fell out of his pocket in his fumble to pull it out. He reached down to pick it up, only to drop it entirely once more.
This time was due to the fact that Roman…was rapidly growing hair? Like an infection, coarse grey hair started covering every inch of his brother. Which was really fucking weird because Remus did not know of any disease that caused instantaneous hair growth in such a way. But it didn’t just stop there.
As it continued, there was a series of horrible crackling noises. It sounded akin to someone popping a dislocated shoulder back into place except it sounded wrong, wrong, wrong. Something screamed within Remus that he should not be here, that he was in danger, that he should escape while he had the chance.
But he didn’t move a muscle, standing stupefied at the sight of his brother…transforming? Yeah, that seemed like the right word. Because the crackling was the result of Roman’s bones rearranging themselves to create an entirely different skeletal frame. His brother’s face twisted and contorted until it no longer resembled anything human. Dull human teeth gave way into sharp carnivore teeth.
At this point, Roman no longer had any hands–they’ve fused together into something else entirely. The same was beginning to occur with his feet.
The pants his brother had been wearing had long since been torn to shreds, but they became even more so as something burst forth from his body like that parasite from Alien except it was near his butthole and oh–was that a tail?
A werewolf. His brother was turning into a fucking werewolf.
Remus almost laughed. Was this a dream? Was his apartment infested with toxic mold and this was the result of a hallucination? Because the idea of werewolves was fucking sick (he’d been convinced he was one in middle school) but as far he knew, they weren’t supposed to be real and his brother sure as hell wasn’t supposed to be one.
Yet, it was becoming very damn apparent that his brother was turning into one. As the transformation leveled out, Roman’s screams ceased as a deep, guttural howl replaced it. The grey hair became more shaggy and looked soft to the touch like fur. His brother had paws! And fluffy wolf ears! If Remus hadn’t witnessed the whole thing, he would’ve assumed that Roman had a real ass wild wolf chained up to a bedpost!
Remus couldn’t help himself. He reached a hand out towards Roman, only to be met with a snarling and gnashing of teeth.
“No touching, got it.” Remus whispered, staring as his brother thrashed against the chains. The wolf tried chomping down on the chain, only to let out a yelp. Ears pinned back, he tried a few more times to success. Eventually he threw his head back and howled.
This was where most people would’ve been terrified enough to run away if they hadn’t at the start. After all, his brother had turned into a wolf and now was trying to escape his chains. Surely if he managed to break free, his animalistic instincts would cause him to maul Remus to death.
Oddly enough, Remus was feeling very calm. Perhaps a bit too calm, but as he stared at the wolf that was now his brother, things made sense. The trashed house, the erratic behavior, the fear in his brother’s voice moments before–werewolves were real and somehow his brother got bit by one.
“I bet it’s silver, isn’t it?” He mused underneath his breath. Silver hurt werewolves, right? Assuming that was true, it was no wonder that Roman’s wolfy form was so agitated by it.
So Remus decided to do something that was probably ill-advised. In fact if this was a b-rated horror movie, the audience would be yelling at him right now for being stupid. He reached for his lockpick toolkit and slowly inched forward. Roman growled at him.
“Listen, I’m gonna just,” He held up his lockpick toolkit out to show Roman, “help you out bud. See this? If you promise not to eat me, I’ll let you out.”
Remus didn’t know how much awareness Roman had in wolf form. He was gonna go with not a whole lot. Still didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try and communicate.
Roman sniffed at it curiously. He then stared at Remus, tilting his head. After a moment, Remus decided to take that as a permission to continue onwards. He touched the end of the chain to which his brother growled. Rude!
“Ok, look, I’ll respect not touching you, but I have to touch the chains to let you out.” Remus raised an eyebrow. He waited a few seconds before touching the chain again. Roman didn’t growl. He kept staring at Remus, watching his every movement.
“Good boy, good boy,” Remus said, fiddling with the lockpick, “okay, is that patronizing? Am I being demeaning? Please tell me if I’m being demeaning—”
Remus kept rattling on, working on the clasp until it finally released. An angry red band circled Roman’s leg where the chain had been. Roman lifted the paw up and down, tail wagging. He lunged forward, best as he could with three limbs still chained down, and licked Remus’ face. It was rough and coarse as sandpaper.
“Whoa, I haven’t even finished the other three just yet!” Remus protested, laughing. He pushed the wolf’s head away as he started work on the second chain. Roman whined but complied upon seeing what he was doing. The next three came off in quick succession once Remus figured out the locking mechanisms. When the last one came off, Roman bounded about the room excitedly. At one point he started chasing his tail to entertain himself.
Remus watched, deep in thought. His brother seemed so happy to be able to roam and chase his tail to his heart’s content. He’d only growled at Remus because he felt threatened and afraid of his presence. Once he understood his intentions, he immediately lavished affection upon him.
Just how long had his brother been a werewolf? This couldn’t have been going for more than a few months at least. In any case, Roman was so terrified of himself to the point of self-isolation. Which surely made the situation worse, because his wolfy side probably needed proper care and attention that Roman was neglecting.
Something tugged at his jacket sleeve. Remus looked down to see his brother looking at him, whining.
“What? You want some food?” Remus asked, “Damn, if I’d known I would’ve brought the roadkill I have in my freezer to you—”
Roman headbutted him with enough force to send him sprawling. This seemed to satisfy the wolf, because he then proceeded to lay on top of him.
“Hey no fair!” Remus said, trying to wiggle out to no avail. Roman licked his face in response before laying his head down. Remus tried a few more times before giving up. He sighed, finally resigning himself to his fate as a wolf cushion.
“Man, this is gonna be weird in the morning, isn’t it?” Remus asked, yawning.
It was.
He woke up to a scream. By the time he managed to open his eyes, he was greeted to the sight of a human Roman huddled inside a blanket.
“Morning, Ro. What’s for breakfast?” Remus asked casually, sitting up to stretch. If there was one downside to adulthood, it was that sleeping on the ground now resulted in stiff backs.
Roman looked at him like he was a ghost.
“H—how are you not dead?” Roman asked, “The chains—I—it escaped—did you get bitten?!”
He reached forward, searching for a bite mark of any kind. There weren't any. Remus grasped onto his brother’s hand, squeezing it firmly. Okay mushy emotional talk time. Remus wasn’t great at this, but Roman knew this. Hopefully he didn’t fuck it up too much.
“I’m fine, Roman,” He said, “I didn’t get a single scratch, I’m mostly hurt that you didn’t tell me you could turn into a hugeass wolf. Do you have any wolfy traits outside of Full Moon? Ooh, can you eat raw meat? What about your sense of smell?”
“Remus,” Roman began, his eyes wide, “why aren’t you scared of me?”
Remus cocked his head, “Why would you think that I’d ever be afraid of you? If anything I’m jealous of you! I can’t believe you’re better at turning into a wolf than I am. You know I spent half of middle school thinking I was a wolf.”
Roman stared at him, lips wobbling. He then shook his head and laughed. All choked up and wheezy like a broken squeaky toy as he slung both arms around Remus’ wiry frame in a tight embrace. He kept on laughing—his fingers digging into the fabrics of Remus’ shirt and jacket. Remus held onto him, massaging his scalp the way their mother did to comfort them growing up. Eventually Roman’s laughter died down to quiet, stifled sobs.
“I know you care a lot about appearances but you’re not a monster you know,” Remus whispered, “Dukey’s honor that you’re still your princely, heroic self, wolf or not. Besides you and I both know the monster in the room and that’s me.”
“You put pineapples on your pizza.” Roman hiccupped.
“It’s delicious! And there’s much worse cursed things to put on pizzas. Like gold and squid ink!”
“You wear crocs unironically.”
“Uh-huh.”
“You practiced bagpipes in front of my room at 2AM in high school.”
“Yup! See? I’m a certified genuine monster.” Remus beamed.
“No you’re not,” Roman made a strangled noise, “You’re my brother who’s weird and kooky at times but I--I…”
“Aw Roey. Don’t make this a mushy Hallmark movie,” Remus said, “but if it was, you’re still my brother regardless of how many times you get on my nerves.”
He almost addressed the chains–now that Remus knew, they were going to eventually need to have serious talk time about ways to properly care for one’s wolfy self. In a very un-Remus-like move, he bit his tongue on that one though. That was an argument for another time. One that was inevitable to happen if Roman kept transforming into a wolf every full moon.
For now? He was content to start teasing Roman with the latest thirst tweet he stumbled across.
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Haven't really posted at all, but I'm getting back into streaming and am planning to go live in about 20 minutes, around 3:30 EST with some House Flipper. Come vibe if you want!
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Thinking of a possibly better Alfred Pennyworth for Battinson (having not seen it) and I give you
Rowan Atkinson
For example:
Bruce, ignoring Alfred and generally annoying him
Alfred, behind him and making faces
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Alastor’s redesign! Thank Lucifer his design barely changed...
The little bits of white is a nice touch I think. And are his ears a little shorter? Can’t tell, doesn’t matter, he’s still very smiley and murdery and yes
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Boop
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... I wanna reader Reader/Alastor (Hazbin Hotel) fics before sleeping but I'm left with nothing but the fics with... undesirable tags.
Lemons. Smut. Whatever ya call em.
I wanna read about a cannibalistic Radio Demon being sweet with y/n before sleeping but I read all the ones without a certain, sour fruit. I want cuteness and I'm too deep in my writer's block to make my own.
I mean, I might skim through the 10+ chapter fics with Lemon tags and just skip that? But it feels like I'm missing stuff. And it feels like too much of the story revolves around that one part sometimes.
*falls face first onto floor*
I just want evil, smiley, murderous, very bad, not to be idolised deer-man to be sweet and sometimes stabby to help fill my very-lonely-Ace heart 🥲
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Husk: This is where Angel is probably hiding.
Charlie: ...
Charlie: This is a map of the entire Pride Circle.
Husk: Yeah. We have no idea where he is.
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link me the Alastor/Vox fanfic you posted about pls I'm interested now
https://archiveofourown.org/works/37522864/chapters/93652975
It's not finished but the chapters are long and the author is still updating it (last update was the 24th so yay!!)
Remember to read the warnings before you read✌️
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three seconds
After months of inactivity i present you a fic for a different fandom becuase it emotionally wrecked me
ao3
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Summary: Hunter runs from the owl house
Contents and Warnings: hollow mind spoilers, hunter angst, ambiguous/open ending, implied/referenced child abuse,
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It took exactly three seconds for everything to crash down onto Hunter.
Every horror, every emotion.
And the terrifying realization that his unc- Belos, wanted to kill him.
Three seconds and he couldn’t breathe. trying desperately to get air in his lungs but it just didn’t work , he felt like was choking and he ripped his cape off- the cape he had held beloved only mere hours earlier- and just stared at it in abstract horror, the sudden taste of bile mixed with dirt overwhelming his senses.
He needs to run.
He needs to hide .
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i grief ordered a flapjack plush right after thanks to them aired from the mystery shack and its so funny because
man looks like everyone did, we all coping dhdh
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ah yes, the episodes after kings tide, their actually my favorite <3
85 notes - Posted October 6, 2022
#2
what kind of monster
Ao3
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Summary: “Sometimes people just aren’t good”
Hunter, knew that,
But what did that mean for him, who even after everything, still missed belos?
(or: Hunter, after thinking about it for a while, asked Eda a question, and then promptly internalized the answer. but eventually, it all comes to a head, and he gets comfort and some more answers that he may not know what to do with, but will help him cope in the future)
Contents and Warnings: minor injury, hunter angst, lots of mentioned child abuse and manipulation, panic attacks, abuse mindset, hurt/comfort, happy ending, post-season two finale, minor character death (belos),
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“Sometimes people just aren’t good”
That answer had repeated in Hunter's brain on loop for days.
He still didn’t know how to feel about it.
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91 notes - Posted August 2, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
i’m never ganna stop crying about the fact that becuase eda never taught king to call her mom litterally everytime he just calls her her name it has the same meaning,
like at least at first he probably learned her name through other people calling her it, and then her calling herself that, so little baby king was just like “:] yeah that’s eda” with the same weight as “:] yeah that’s my mom” becuase thats how kids work, to him eda is just interchangable with mom, becuase eda is his mom, and his mom’s name is eda.
and that is what she is to him, she raised him, she always looked out for him, she always protected him, she even managed to get a human to help her out when king lost his burgerqueen crown, becuase it mattered to king, so she did everything she could to get it back.
she is his mom, she just doesnt call herself it, so king never calls her it.
also even once he realizes ‘yes he once had a biological parent’ he only even considers his dad, he doesnt even acknowledge that he probably had a mom too, becuase in his mind, that role’s taken already.
like shes literally just his mom, she raised him since he was a hatchling, she always took care of him, she even had one of those ‘becuase i said so’ moments in season 1 with him acting like a son would, groaning and pouting before going along with it anyways
also i know this is already probably pretty well known becuase he literally changed his name to king clawthorn which from the scene has the weight of adoption.
but still, everytime he calls eda ‘eda’ its the same as him calling her ‘mom’ and that is making me emotional.
104 notes - Posted May 10, 2022
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