#raccoons are surprisingly fun to draw

[canisalbus]

You ever see the video of the racoon with a piece of cotton candy and it tries to wash it off in some water only for it to dissolve, and its little racoon hands are patting the water trying to find the cotton candy? I need a tiny racoon-like Machete losing his cotton candy in the water while Vasco sits by him and comforts him. I need tiny teary-eyed racoon Machete. Please.

#why would you do this to him #own art #own characters #CanisAlbus #Machete #Vasco #when you try your best but you don't succeed #answered #thebigendercosmonaut #raccoons are surprisingly fun to draw #they're beanbag shaped #in finnish they're called pesukarhu literally “wash bear”

[tubbytarchia]

I NEED YOUR EXPERT ADVICE. I'm making Hermit designs but I've been kin-assigning them animals because as a furry artist I cannot draw humans. I've been choosing animals based on personality/behavior and not just looks. Do you have any ideas for Joel, Impulse, or Skizz? Gem too if you've got one, I don't want to stick with Just fandom-popular animals (deer/fox/etc). IF U DO NOT HAVE THOUGHTS THAT IS OKAY TOO, TY FOR READING ANYWAYS <3

Oughh this is a good question uhh I don't have many nor the best ideas probably by a long shot but if it can even just help spark some ideas, here's some!!

Joel - Donkey honestly! Hot-headed, stubborn, loud little things. To me, Joel is a heavy hitter not caring for stealth etc and makes himself known. Think of how farmers often get a solitary donkey to protect their livestock because of the sheer ferocity of those territorial things. Donkeys may often be associated with undesirable traits but they kick and bite like pawns of hell, just because they can, not even because its necessary to defend themselves. They will kick to kill and they'll make sure of it. Kinda Joel coated to me tbh, even if Joel isn't always great at getting that kind of job done. Just from the way donkeys are often perceived though I think it fits.. For pretty much the same reasons also, a rooster?? Significantly less deadly (accurate to Joel) but still capable of great malice!! And obviously often seen as very prideful much like Joel

Impulse - this came up in my dinosaur assigning, but bull! Impulse is usually depicted as a bulky guy with a strong build and horns, like a bull! The bull has a bunch of symbolism thrown at it but that includes stuff like strength and loyalty, attributes I think are often assigned to Impulse. And at points, Impulse does showcase these, but he can also become hot headed, arrogant, and he holds grudges like hell. These aren't traits you usually think of with a bull though, lest you think of bull-fighting. I think it fits Impulse because on surface level, and from a lot of people's understanding, you don't think of these less desirable traits. He also seems to think rather highly of himself and doesn't often deem it necessary to prove his loyalty etc when others doubt him. Bulls aren't as hot-headed as the awful bull-fighting sport might have you believe but they are still rather easily aggravated! A lot of animals can "hold grudges" for a prolonged time, but elephants and camels especially, so, something fitting in that too (especially with those once again being bulky large animals. The camel I guess is more lanky than bulky though...)

Skizz - Of course Skizz just makes me think of lovely birds when I try and assign something to him. Immediate thought was swan but... Swans are ferocious fighters and Skizz is... not Mayhaps an albatross instead if we stick with birds - they're also birds known for their love and conviction, but also the fun rumor that killing an albatross will leave you cursed. That kind of makes me think of Skizz's "I only kill those who deserve it" mindset. Harm him and he will (try to) get back at you Maybe even a crow, for how social they are but also how capable of remembering faces If we want non-birds, I think any animal that's passive and chill but valiantly protective of their own could fit? Or because Skizz is kind of always friendly, could lean into that and assign him the capybara, which I can't imagine is much good at fighting much like him. Or maybe an animal that has an unimpressive and maybe laughable defense mechanism to a human, like the way raccoons or red pandas stand on their hind legs to try and threaten you, the same way Skizz on his red life will dye his hair red or wear a red speedo

Gem - Surprisingly tough... I love the usual deer themeing with her so I automatically wanna assign her another herbivore that is thought to be very passive or docile but one that could very much fuck you up. Honestly... I know it doesn't make for good hybrid material at all but..hippos... just for how fucking murderous they are. Maybe a good ol horse instead? Because horses especially are widely domesticated and people very often make the mistake of getting too close etc only to get kicked in the face. Gem doesn't listen to anyone man she's her own boss!! A cow works for similar reasons. Deadly beasts even if often seen as totally docile... I love this kind of idea because it draws so much attention to how spearheaded Gem is But I could also imagine her as a predator like an ocelot etc. She very much acts like one I think. That's why it's so tough, so much stuff fits her!!

#blabber #thinking about donkey Joel a lot now

[free-for-all-fics]

Stupid, silly Namor or Attuma fic ideas. Don’t think too hard about these they’re just funny little ideas. Pls tag me if you write or get inspired by any of these. Like always, there are no rules:

1. The reader is labeled as the village idiot because she likes to sing with her head underwater to "sing to the mermaids". The village ridicules her for it. One day, she is swept out in a riptide, and no one is willing to come to her aid—no one from the village, that is.

2. Reader is full of bad puns and dad jokes, much to the chagrin of Namor/Attuma. "Why are seagulls called seagulls?"

“Stop now.”

“Because if they flew over bays, they'd be bagels! Oh hey, What did one wave say to the other?"

“I swear, if you make one more ocean related pun, I will murder you on this island and tell everyone you died in a shipwreck."

"...well, someone's salty."

3. You put a message in a bottle and set it out to sea in the hopes it’ll reach Namor/Attuma so you can be pen pals. “Oh my god I love you but you’re so stupid.” They say because you have no idea that’s not how mail works.

4. You’re in love with Namor/Attuma, but you’re also obsessed with monsters and cryptids so you keep asking them questions like “Is the Kraken real?? What about 6 headed hydras? Have you seen Nessie?? Are they friendly? Darling tell meeeeeee”

5. Reader does that stupid prank thing where she pretends to do a magic trick with an egg and a bottle of water. She’s like “Ok now look inside” and squeezes the bottle, spraying water in Attuma/Namor’s face and runs away cackling.

6. You introduce Namor/Attuma to a wonderful human invention - Water beds. They are less than amused. Reader, consider your sexy time privileges revoked😑

7. Attuma/Namor trying to teach reader combat and how to fight like a Talokanil but reader keeps making it sexy and Namor/Attuma is like “Ok maybe we should stop. You’re not even listening to me or learning anything properly!” And reader is like “Oh I’m learning all the right techniques perfectly. 😏😘”

8. Those videos from EVNautilus of the people in a submarine coming across a dumbo octopus and a googly eyed stubby squid but instead it’s scientist reader being shown Talokan by Attuma or Namor and fawning over the sea creatures because they’re just little guys. Sweet underwater babies. And reader being like “it’s just a baby can I adopt it pls” 🥺 and Namor or Attuma being like “pay attention. Remember why we’re here.”

9. “Your child brings home a raccoon, mistaking it for a cat and begs to keep it” trope but instead it’s Namor/Attuma and their child has brought home an anglerfish or some other hideous abomination of the sea. It’s surprisingly docile and follows the child around like a pet anyway so can we keep it??? Please father 🥺

10. Namor and Jeff the Land Shark crossover. That’s it. That’s the post. Reader wants to adopt Jeff as their child. He’s just a baby 🥺

11. Peter Pan “They were just having a bit of fun, weren’t you, girls?”

“We were only trying to drown her” Mermaid Lagoon AU

12. “General, I’ve brought the cartographer into the war meeting today. I believe you owe her an apology for ruining all her maps when you stab them to dramatically mark a location.” (What if the “cartographer” is actually Attuma’s small daughter or sister drawing doodles of maps and playing pretend/mirroring what her dad or brother does because she wants to help and it’s all in jest hehe)

13. 2 days ago you went to an animal shelter and adopted the most adorable cat. What you don’t know is, he’s the reincarnation of an Aztec god. Your food offerings are unacceptable and that ugly small box that feels like it’s made from scratchy carpet will not do. No. He’ll be sleeping in your bed with you. Don’t try to lock him out; he’ll just scream and sing the songs of his people until you let him back in. (Or maybe through a magic mishap Namor has been accidentally transformed into a cat. Yeah Namor as a cat AU. I told you these ideas were silly.)

14. “Would you still love me if I was a worm” meme With Namor or Attuma but instead it’s “Would you still love me if I was a sea cucumber” or something ocean related

15. Namor or Attuma are taking their daughter trick or treating this year and ask what she wants to be for Halloween. A superhero, a mermaid, a princess? No. She wants to be a horseshoe crab. Possible Modern AU.

16. Reader goes to the beach often and befriends the seagulls/pelicans. So they start to bring her gifts like shells, rocks, etc. Except one day they bring you a golden bracelet, beaded necklace, or jade earrings (your choice of which). It’s unlike anything you’ve ever seen before. A few days later, Namor shows up at the beach, looking very annoyed as he asks for his necklace/bracelet/or earrings back.

17. You and Namor or Attuma meet on the beach in your special spot. You don’t get to be with him often considering he’s kept away by his responsibilities and loyalty to Talokan, and you’re human. It’s usually your only chance to have time where you can just quietly love each other. Except a stupid fucking seagull or pelican has been following you to both the beach and your home; squawking incessantly, wreaking havoc and basically cockblocking you. Untitled Goose Game AU but it’s a seagull/pelican.

#namor x reader #attuma x reader #namor imagine #namor x you #namor x y/n #namor fic #don’t examine these too closely #Dumb thoughts and ideas for silly time #sort of crack!fic ideas if you will #fic ideas

[edhellfire]

Headcanon dump:

I have new followers so I figured I'd do a headcanon dump. Just some random facts about Eddie as I write him.

He's gonna be a tattoo artist when he grows up. He loves to draw and doodle (especially in class) so it feels like a natural progression.

I also will write him a rockstar verse where Corroded Coffin makes it.

In some verses, upon request, he is a single dad. His daughter's name is Halen. Halen Munson. His reasoning? When someone talks about them it's "Eddie and Valen" and he finds that amusing.

He will get more tattoos. I love the idea of him having a spider web tattoo on his neck.

In the rockstar verse, he def has his peepe pierced. In other verses, we'll see.

He's straight. Mostly. I've always wanted to experiment writing him liking boys but it's never happened. He's apparently very straight. Or, we haven't come across the right muse/chemistry to make him sway.

He is super respectful of women and tries his very hardest to not be scary when approaching women. A bit of mommy issues here but not in a bad way. Sidenote: don't ever speak ill of his mama.

He has a thing for cheerleaders. He can't explain it and neither can I.

He is not a virgin. Eddie, the freak, has had a surprisingly amount of action. He's got the bad boy thing going for him. However, he is every girl's "dirty little secret" because who wants the world to know they fooled around with the freak from the trailer park? He respects it and isn't one to kiss and tell anyway.

Guitar is his instrument of choice but Eddie has an ear for music and can pick up an instrument very quickly. He thinks the drums are very fun.

Eddie sings! But he's shy about it. Metal is fine because there's a lot of shouting involved but when he plays the acoustic and sings he wants to die of embarrassment. He has a good voice though. He's just a dumbass.

He's not dumb. I don't want to diagnose him (and I don't think that was common in the 1980s) but he definitely has something. Eddie just can't focus on things that don't interest him. He can be very good as physics, for example, because velocity and speed and he can see it in his head but give him algebra or calculus and he is extra fucked. His favorite subject in school is History. It's storytelling and he's a fan. His favorite time periods are Medieval and Renaiassance and shit like that.

Eddie was the kind of kid growing up that loved dinosaurs. Makes sense because dragons are like a natural progresion.

He can cook. Not saying he's a chef by any means but he has a handful of recipes down to an art. He taught himself as a kid when he got tired of eating canned soup and box mac and cheese when Uncle Wayne was working. He can't bake for shit though (and he would love to learn to bake cinnamon rolls and special brownies).

He doesn't usually do hard drugs anymore. He has to be in a dark dark place to go down that road. He had bad experiences. He also won't sell hard drugs to someone that is inexperienced.

He started smokig cigarettes at a scarily young age. I'm thinking around 12 when he started to steal them from his uncle Wayne. He used to smoke whatever but now he prefers menthols.

He feeds the strays that stroll into the trailer park. Cats, dogs, but his favorites are the raccoons that basically live in the dumpster.

He doesn't have any pets. Not because he doesn't want one but because he's scared he won't be a good pet-dad.

Speaking of dads, he has daddy issues. Daddy trauma really. The idea of being a dad terrifies him because he's scared he will turn out like his.

Eddie doesn't usually start fights. He will stand up for people but he will never start shit with someone else. That said, you say anything about his uncle and you're getting punched - even if you're bigger than him, even if he's outnumbered. He might not be the best son/nephew but he worships that man and is so damn grateful for him. He won't stand for Uncle Wayne slander.

Given the way he looks and his interests you would think his type is a rocker chick or a goth girl. You're wrong. Eddie loves femine girls or casual girls. A girl in a dress or a girl in a messy bun and a big tshirt. That sorta thing.

Eddie has always loved to read, ever since he was a kid. Because of this he's full of useless information.

He loved cryptids. He doesn't fuck with fairies though - they scare him.

He has a stuffed dragon that's missing an eye and lives under his bed. He got it from his mom when he was little and he's kept it since. It lives under his bed because Eddie logic says it's dark like a cave. It's named Draco after the constellation because when Eddie was a baby and couldn't sleep his mom would take him outside and they'd stargaze. One of the few memories he has of his mom.

Eddie logic is something that will come in threads. It's the way Eddie thinks. His brain just doesn't process things like a normal person but it makes sense to him and it's the hill he'll die on.

He's not a sports guy. Not because it doesn't fit the persona but because he's always sucked at them. Uncle Wayne would try to play catch with him as a kid and he would either miss or duck. He can run though and he likes to pretend he knows parkour. Doofus.

His favorite color is gray. Eddie logic says black is too basic. Again, doofus.

He doesn't have a favorite food but he's a sucker for anything homecooked. Uncle Wayne worked a lot growing up so anything that feels homecooked feels special to him.

Big cuddler. If you sleep with him, and it's more than just sex, expect aftercare.

He's not opposed to doing "girly" things. If you're a girl and his friend, besties level, he will totally be down for sleepovers that include face masks and manicures and all that. No fragile masculinity here. Just don't tell anyone.

Should be obvious but he loves horror movies. He's not big on gore though. He'll watch them but he's more into spooky shit like monsters, ghosts, demon possession and stuff like that. He does enjoy Children of the Corn, he finds creepy children amusing and terrifying.

He can fix pretty much anything. Both his dad and Uncle Wayne are handy with tools and Eddie learned from watching. He fixes his own van and basically built it from the ground up.

That's all I got right now. Feel free to ask questions.

#headcanon: eddie

[total-drama-brainrot]

Hello hello ophe 👋😇

How are you going so far? 😊

I just want to say aletrent has taken over my brain and I’m here thinking if I should make it happen for cruise stars but then I remember that I promised the fresh people in the server that AleNoah will happen. I’m here thinking to myself

“😟 damn why do you ship AleTrent? Aren’t you a AleNoah shipper? Alejandro and Trent deadass never even interacted, besides this is gonna be like the last time where you joined a fandom and got brainrotted by a crack pair/rare pair. And Noah and Alejandro’s dynamic is more interesting to write and think about. Besides brain you can shove Trent with Duncan it will be funi 😁.” -me to my Brain 😇 🧠 as I try to keep my brain cells in check

Anyways enough about me taking about stuff that doesn’t matter I finally thought of the main villain(s) for Shitwrecked and I’m really excited to write about them bitches scheming 😈 (but I kinda want to do another idea throwing session sometime again in the future, it was fun to talk and do the funi throw shit together and see what happens 😁, social interaction my enemy😔)

But as always let the brain rot commence as we speak

Lindsay and Noah friendship real tho!

Shitwrecked crap that was on my mind recently-

Emma and Trent friendship- they both are a disaster (lovingly way) one is literally a mess while the other is in the inside (I think in Trent’s bio thing it said that his sprit animal or favorite was a cat and Emma is cat person)

Nemma divorced conformation/rr cameo in a challenge and heather kissing Emma(rr)/j

leonard bringing a horse into the competition

Courtney is remind of Brittney(raccoon) when Zee brings back out lord and savior Oilvia Von Trashpanda

Topher tries to run over Chris with a golf cart

Skyella sweep! Dave becomes more emo as skyella sweep happens

Prillie divorced arc as Millie feel like priya thrown their friendship away for a guy and that priya is hanging out with Caleb more

Hear me out Trent and heather Secret alliance or some shit (I think it sounds funi to me😁) probably not go with it but it was fun to think about tho

Trent being annoy/passive aggressive to Geoff and Justin(oh how who can my favorite character be/j🤪)

Chef probably treating the reboot cast more favorably(no one can stop the Wayne)

Axel being the reason why Duncan is scared of Celine Dion cardboard standees

Gwen having to deal with her golden retriever cousins

Thinking of a scene where Emma is talking with Gwen/courtney about dating advice or something as she describes Axel (Emma doesn’t say name) “they have an eyebrow piercing and they got their ears pierced too. They are all tough as nails and abrasive but they can be surprisingly sweet and caring.” Both Gwen or/and Courtney be thinking to themselves “damn why Duncan of all people?”

Noah with the whole divorce dad look “Owen I miss my wife..”

Don big naturals/j 😈

Damn I think I kinda went a bit off with the rambles😳 brain rot do be hitting harder than the kitchen floor 😔

-Ass Stars anon

Hello hello ASAnon, it's nice to have you back! 👋😊

Alejandro and Trent are very shippable characters, so it was inevitable that someone would start seriously shipping the two despite their complete lack of canon interaction. So long as you're enjoying yourself, who's to judge?

I'm happy to hear you've figured out some of the details of your AU! It can be super hard to figure out what direction you want to take your ideas in, especially for an AU as broad and character-filled as your own.

The brainrot is real and it consumes us all. If these ideas are what make you happiest and/or are the ones that you find the most amusing, then include them in your story! Self-indulgence is half the fun of writing/drawing/creating your own AUs. 😌👍

Don's big naturals are canon though. They're a non-negotiable inclusion in any fan-content. /j

#don big naturals is going to end up as a fandom wide meme at some point. like leshawna ball. /pos #ass stars anon #replies

[peepaaaawh]

– Yato, be a man!

– The last time I was a "man", I became a pet for a week or two.

The young man rolls his eyes. It's been a couple of weeks since that birthday incident. Of course, (shutting) helping a dear "friend" was worth it one hundred percent, but the consequences of the gift were unpredictable. But, surprisingly, can’t say that they are bad. Pissing Keira off and playing a pet cat was fun. Especially to have legal access to the Hufflepuff dorm.

Keira makes the MOST plaintive look imaginable, which collides with the indifference of the slytherin'. The staring contest continues for another minute. Ten minutes. This two are stubborn enough to not give up their positions, but in the end Aiden gives up, rolling his eyes.

– Okay, okay, I get it. What do you need? AGAIN.

With an emphasis on "again", he leans toward to her, easily colliding with their noses, making it clear that he will immediately reject her other stupid venture, and throw her out into the cold.

***

Already two pairs of eyes were looking at Jenniferl. She looked contented. Still calling Aiden "Kat" and hugging him like that teddy kitty. Aiden, looked with great displeasure at Keira, who was ACTIVELY trying not make eye contact with him.

– I mean. If I understood all correctly. You need me to. I-

He pointed at himself, still trying to make eye contact.

– -to makeuped her..?

– Well... yeah. Listen, Yato, it's not my fault that you draw "arrows" better than me! And you seem to be working with muggles. Surely you know what Ben will like more!

– Keira, you...

Before he could say anything, two plaintive looks had already turned to him. And in the end he finally gave up. Again.

– Why do you even know that? You're, like, a guy.

Sitting on the sofa in the Hufflepuff’s living room, the gryffindor girl watched as the irishman deftly worked with eyeshadows and eyeliner. Jennifer winced every time because of the young man’s cold hands, but he only hushed and each time asked to not move.

– Every vacation I work in Dublin with muggles. Duff can't always take me to his cafe, so I work part-time, where nobody asks me about documents. All last summer, except studying school program, I worked in a beauty parlour.

After making a meaningful "aah", Richardson nods, and Jenniferl giggles, making another funny face. His hands was definitely cold.

– It's so wonderful! Surely you know a lot. Will you teach me something?

– Yeah. It won't be any worse than Keira anyway.

Keira was about to say something, but Yato stopped her by pressing on her nose. Like a switch. But instead of anger, it turned out to be a forced sigh.

***

– Yato, you...

– Wow...

the girls looked at themselves in the mirror in amazement. Makeup was light, but at the same time rebellious and dark. Aiden, after he finished with Jenniferl, "attacked" Keira, and both were already standing in front of the mirror while he twisted the eyeliner like a magic wand.

– We, like, wanted to amaze Ben. I'm not going to work any other way.

Of course, he will keep silent about how much for the sake of such skill he had to work and paint house elves over and over again, but, wow, the effect has been achieved, and he doesn't need more.

– Only here... do you have costume?

Keira grinned at his words and winked. A couple of minutes later she came running back with a set of clothes.

***

– Not bad. Very good even...

Jenniferl was standing in a black sweatshirt, a plaid short skirt, tight tights and high boots with a small heel. Aiden put round tinted glasses on her. Which is why Theman immediately got into a pose with the face of an impudent cat (>:3). This, of course, didn’t surprise the couple, but they shook hands in solidarity. They couldn’t do more.

– All what remains that only to see what will happen.

***

– Hi, Ben!

The last thing they saw before they left was the blonde falling dead with a red face in front of a petite cutie.

@raccoon-lair

@hphm-jeniferltheman

(i did it)

It's kinda a sequel to Jenniferl birthday so yeah! I was hella busy so. It's again very late.

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #hphm mc #jacobs sibling #aiden yato #harry potter hogwarts mystery

[tf2-hellhole]

can we get some fluffy tf2 headcannons? giving you full creative liberty over this one! :)

Idk if you meant tf2 x reader headcanons or just general head canons, so I did two sections for each merc; the first point is a general headcanon, the second is X Reader.

sorry this took forEEEEEEEEVER, I was just experiencing burnout and working on a prize for a contest on my server (BTW WE HAVE A NEW DRAWING CONTEST GO CHECK IT OUT)

Scout:

Scout is actually really self-concious about his intelligence. He’s not very bright and he knows it, and it makes him feel horrible. He had flunked out of high school and struggled in most of his core classes. He honestly feels really stupid and he hates when people point it out. But luckily for him, a lot of the other mercs understand what it’s like to be looked down upon and empathize with him. Quite a few of them help him relearn the skills he never mastered in school. Engie helps him with math, Spy sometimes helps him with writing, and even Pyro has him read children’s books to them to improve his reading.

Scout absolutely loves little casual dates. Stuff like going out to eat lunch, going to the movies, maybe just cuddling up in his quarters and watching a movie. He tries to plan one every week. His dream date is taking you back to Boston to meet his family and go to a Red Sox game. But obviously, since you’re both in New Mexico at the time, he’s going to have to shelve that dream for a few years.

Soldier:

Soldier is an excellent raccoon dad. At first, the other mercenaries thought they’d all end up dead by the end of the month when he first found them. But surprisingly, they are are very well cared for. They’re all fed regularly and basically have his entire assigned quarters to themselves. He loves every single one of them dearly, even the ones that hiss and scratch him every time. The raccoons, at least some of them, are kind of like weird, quiet dogs, and actually get along pretty well with most of the other mercenaries.

Soldier is a surprisingly very physically affectionate partner, and he’s not at all opposed to PDA. He loves hand holding, cheek kisses, cuddles, the whole nine yards. Whenever he’s particularly excited, he loves to run up to you, scoop you up into his arms, and press a hard, sloppy kiss to your lips. Of course, he’s careful to not hurt you, but he’s a very intense, emotional guy and he needs to express all that love he has for you!

Pyro:

Pyro is and excellent listener, so they’re a person a lot of the other mercenaries depend on to vent. Demo often comes to them to vent about his emotions, Scout, Sniper, or Medic will rant about what’s bothering them, and even Engineer will talk about his stress. And of course, Pyro doesn’t understand a lot of what is told to them, but they’re still happy to help them feel a little better, and they would happily do it a hundred times over to make their friends feel better.

Pyro has a hobby of baking and making candy/treats, and they love sharing everything they make with you. When they first gave you a treat, you honestly thought it’d be burnt or bad in some other way. But to your surprise, it was amazing! They’re actually and excellent cook, but they just love making sweet things the best. They’ll make you just about anything you could ask for without hesitation, but they’re best at making anything sweet.

Demo:

Demo obviously has the potential to pretty emotional when he’s drunk, there’s no doubt about that. But on the off-chance that he’s sober, he’s actually pretty sweet and considerate. Though he still is a rough-housing joker, he’s much more considerate of his friends’ feelings and has deeper and more meaningful conversations with them. He often likes to go to bars with his friends and co-workers on ceasefire weekends, having lots of fun conversation, drinking together, and generally causing chaos around town.

Demo, to put it simply, doesn’t like himself. He’s critical of everything, from his skills to race, because people have always put him down about them. His mother told him he’s lazy and unskilled too many times to count, just everyone makes fun of his eye, and many have made fun of his skin color. But you make him feel so much better about himself. Just the fact that someone so kind and gorgeous is actually with him makes him feel like he’s not as horrible as he thought. There’s been a couple of times where you’ve accidentally almost brought him to tears with a sweet compliment or show of affection, because he never thought in a million years that someone would love him and care for him like you do. He feels so blessed that he has someone like you.

Heavy:

I know the fandom’s decided that Engie is the Team Mom and makes the food, but I also think that Heavy cooks a lot too. He makes all of his own food, so he often makes a lot of extras to feed the team because a lot of them just eat junk food and Medic’s always complaining about their eating habits. Heavy often takes like half the food for himself (he does have a huge appetite and loves food, so he likes to take a lot) and just boxes up the leftover portions and leaves them in the fridge for the team to take. He says he’s only doing it because they can’t work properly if they’re unhealthy, but he also does it because he cares about their health. A little bit.

At first, you wouldn’t think Heavy’s the most cuddly guy. But surprise, he actually loves giving and receiving physical affection. He just doesn’t show it often out of respect for your boundaries, and doesn’t do it around others. His absolute favorite thing is to cuddle you against his chest. Sometimes it’s when going to sleep, or cuddling on the couch, or maybe just a quick hug. He just loves the feeling of your head resting against his chest and your arms trying (and failing) to wrap around his torso. It makes him feel like you’re safe. Nobody could ever get you when you’re wrapped up in his arms.

Engie:

You’d think Sniper’s the only nature nerd on the team, but Engie absolutely loves the outdoors, as well as animals. It’s because his father would often take him out camping every couple of months. It was often the only time he would get 1-on-1 time with his usually very busy father. So he does love the great outdoors, especially that of his home state. He especially loves animals. He was raised on a farm and helped take care of lots of injured wild animals with his mother. He absolutely loves pets and would like to have many when he retires. His dream is to have is own ranch, with horses and cows and a bunch of dogs and the whole shebang.

Engie absolutely loves playing the guitar, so of course he loves playing for you. He learns all sorts of sweet love songs to sing to you. He’s an excellent player and actually has a pretty decent singing voice (think Johnny Cash, he kinda has that singing style). I hope you like country music, because that’s all he’s going to sing to you until you give him some requests or he finds out your favorite artists or genres. You can tell how happy he is every time he gets to surprise you with a new song he learned, and he’d be a giddy, laughing mess if you sang along with him.

Medic:

You’d think this guy takes horrible care of his birds because of the environment he keeps them in, but his birds are actually exceptionally well cared for. He buys them only the best and most expensive bird food, gives them super high-quality water with vitamins n stuff in it, takes them to the vet regularly, the whole shebang. Yeah they get a little dirty from sitting around in his lab, but he always gives them a little bath at the end of the day to get all the blood and guts off.

Medic is honestly such a playful partner. Of course, around his co-workers he’s a little more professional; he still gives you soft touches, a kiss on the cheek, or a big smile, but that’s about it. In private, however, he’s such a sweetheart. He’s always sweeping you up into big hugs, kissing all over your face, and calling you all sorts of adorable nicknames in a variety of languages. It comes as a surprise, because you’d think he’d be a little more formal, but that’s really only for special occasions. It honestly brings him so much joy to have someone like you by his side, and every day he’s going to make sure you know just how grateful he is to have you in his life.

Sniper:

Sniper is an incredibly independent and self-sufficient man, but he’s also secretly a real mama’s boy. He loves his parents dearly and has a particularly close relationship with his mother. As well as sending them money every month, he sends them all sorts of gifts, letters, postcards, and souvenirs. He also makes sure to call them regularly. He goes home every couple of months to visit them, and one could see that he loves helping around the house and chatting with his parents. His mother loved gardening, so his number-1 favorite thing to do is help her in the garden.

Despite Sniper’s obvious lack of knowledge on self-care, he takes a lot of time out of his day to make sure you are happy, healthy, clean, and well-fed. He doesn’t hound you like a helicopter parent but he likes to ask how you’re feeling, if you’re hungry, stuff like that. It feels nice to know you’re taken care of or take care of you himself. If you switch it around and try to take care of him, however, he’s honestly baffled as to why you would care so much as to make sure he’s doing well. He does absolutely love the affection and attention he gets out of it though, it makes him feel loved.

Spy:

I’ve mentioned this before, but I have a head canon that Spy has a dog. Her name is Charlotte, and she’s an elderly Chihuahua. One would think he’d buy a French breed, but he found her out in the pouring rain one day and fell in love with her fluffy ears and spunky personality. She’s now 17 years old, extremely frail, missing most of her teeth, and extremely aggressive to anyone other than Spy, but he loves her dearly and pays for all of her medical expenses without batting an eye. And of course, she expresses her thanks with lots of kisses.

Spy loves dancing, and knows all kinds of dances, from flamenco to ballroom dancing to the Charleston to, canonically, disco. So of course, he’s dying to share all of the most romantic dances he knows with you. He’d love to actually teach you how to dance, rewarding you with kisses every time you finally get a move right and laughing softly when you make mistakes. But in reality, he just wants to use it as an excuse to dance with you against his chest and smother you in affection.

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 x reader #tf2 x s/o #tf2 x y/n #tf2 x you #tf2 imagines #tf2 headcanons #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #tf2 demoman #tf2 heavy #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy

[palettes-and-prompts]

hey! could you do some prompts based on "dress" by charlotte sands? thanks :)

Sure thing!

1) "Why are you with Person A if you don't like them?" "They're hot."

2) "You look good wearing that." "I look even better when I'm not wearing it."

3) "Don't wear that tonight, I wont be able to keep my hands off you." "What do I need to wear for you to skip tonight entirely and come put your hands on me now?"

4) "I like this outfit of yours, but I have to ask, are you that attached to it?" "No. Why?" "Because I want to tear it off you the moment I get you alone."

5) "Shut up and put your hands on me." "You could wait until we're somewhere more private." "No, I really can't."

6) "I like it when you touch me there." "I like it better when you guide my hand to show me how you like it."

7) "If anyone hears you they'll know exactly what we're doing." "What exactly are we doing?" "Stop talking and put your legs around me."

8) "Do you think anyone heard us?" "Even if they didn't I'm going to have to say I was mauled by a raccoon to explain the scratches all over my back."

9) "Take that off." "What? You bought it for me. You don't like it?" "I do like it. That's why I don't want to ruin it with the things I want to do to you right now."

10) "You kissed me, I thought you said you didn't want to go on another date with me?" "I don't. But I don't mind sleeping with you."

1) Person A is dumped by B in a very public way. When Person C comes to town they're enamored by Person A. Even though everyone seems to be interested in getting to know C, C's only got eyes for A. A eventually lets C take them on a date when they see B's moved on. A ends up having fun and finds C nice to be around. They have fun going to parties and fancy dinners together and when they shop, C's always spoiling them. When Person B shows up wanting A back, C looks as if they're about to say something but instead tells A that it's ultimately their choice.

2) Person A is hopelessly single fashion designer who can't find anyone they want to date. Person B is a narcissistic model they're forced to work with who doesn't do relationships. Despite finding each other annoying Person A sleeps with them and the two agree to a sexual relationship but nothing more than that. It's good and it brings them closer, making each other know what the other needs and how they like certain things. They're completely in sync until Person A meets Person C, who's a designer A's always been inspired by. Person C falls for A the moment they meet and B finds that by spending unnecessary time with C it's throwing everything off completely. The two argue about it but split off and begin working other jobs separately. They start realizing not being around each other as much is throwing both of them off completely. Person B doesn't like seeing A with anyone and realizes they've never felt anything like what they feel for A. Person A realizes Person C doesn’t meet everything on their checklist while Person B surprisingly does.

3) Person A is a professional dancer and Person B is a comic book artist who can't dance. B falls in love with the way Person A dances the first time they see them at a talent show when they were kids. B's been drawing A ever since they can remember, using the way they move as reference images for comics they work on under a different name. Person A, unknowingly, is a huge fan of theirs. When Person A starts seeing B pop up at every event they attend they ask if B is stalking them. B is incredibly embarrassed, especially when A has no clue who they are. The apologize and leave but A finds a drawing they did of them on the back of a flyer for an art exhibit. After recognizing the art style as the exact style their favorite artist uses they put together that the character in the story B writes is them. Deciding they have to meet them, Person A goes to the art exhibit. After embarrassing themselves in front of a group of people when they knock over a sculpture, Person B helps them up and asks if A’s stalking them. They share a laugh and A admits they’ve been wanting to meet them for a while before handing their drawing back. The two decide to get dinner after the exhibit.

4) Person A is a wealthy interior designer who's always using their good looks to get what they want. They're usually snotty and rude to everyone but they don't act that way around Person B when they enter their life. Person B is indifferent to A's appearance and A takes it as a challenge. Person B fixes motorcycles and Person A finds themselves weak around Person B. They flirt with them hard and even buy a busted up motorcycle for B to fix for them. B decides to fix it since it's the exact one they've always wanted to work on. A spends more time around B and finds everything they do turns them on. Person B doesn't get why A's so interested in them but they decide to be friendly to keep working on their dream bike. The two bond over the time A spends hanging around their shop. Even though B still finds them slightly annoying they offer to sleep with them on the off chance it'll get A to lose interest and leave their shop. The two end up enjoying sleeping together way more than they thought they would. When A still wants B they can't figure out why but when their heart flutters when B smiles at them over lunch they realize why. Person B finishes fixing the bike and takes A for a ride. A confesses on the back of the bike to B, admitting that once the ride is over they'll let them have the bike and leave B's life for good. Person B confesses that they'll just have to keep riding with A forever to prevent that from happening.

5) Person A is a photographer who's always been interested in Person B. Person B is a model who's always been interested in Person A's skills as a photographer. Both are big names but have always been nervous about the possibility of the other asking to work with them. When their assistants make the arrangements for them to work together they both meet at one of A's studios. B gets incredibly nervous and feels like they're being too stiff while A lies about the lighting being bad and asks to reschedule when B's not as busy. The next time B shows up A's asking B to try a million different poses in different outfits. After the shoot is over the two grab dinner where, after bonding a little more, A admits that the first shoot was fine and that they just wanted to see B again. B admits that they've always wanted to work with them because they've admired them for so long. The two end up drinking a little too much and decide to do a less serious photo shoot. The two have fun all night only to end up naked together the next morning. After seeing the scandalous photos A took of the both of them while they were drunk A is embarrassed while B tells A they want them as their personal photographer for the rest of their career. Person A agrees on the spot.

#prompts #writing prompts #write #slightly smutty #lightly nasty #writing #dialogue prompts #prompts based on songs #writer #OTP Prompts

[helloyesimrhys]

ACoTaR crack headcanons

CASSIAN Definitely bisexual Paints his nails black ‘for the aesthetic’ but actually he just thinks the cold nail polish feels nice before it dries We’ve already established this but girl dad Writes Nessian fanfiction (not even smut he just writes fluff) He canonically wears leather jackets so I can’t really put it in but fuck that Either drinks black coffee or a mocha latte with three pumps of vanilla, no in between NESTA Also bisexual Wears lingerie to bed just to tease Cassian Beats the shit out of everyone except for Az in cards Gwyn is her ‘if I had to pick a chick’ only Nesta literally would pick her So good at dancing but most of the time when asked to dance she just bobs from side to side. If you’re lucky she might throw in a lil shuffle Takes wrapping presents so goddamn seriously it’s not even funny Would definitely sniff presents to find out what’s inside Again, she canonically reads textbooks for fun so I can’t really put it in but fuck that ELAIN Should have been a lesbian If you ask her what her favourite colour is she’ll panic Actually enjoys doodling, but like tiny little drawings Draws on her hand when bored Has a very elaborate skin care routine Hates coriander Puts highlighter on the tip of her nose AZRIEL Wears graphic t-shirts Mom friend Makes self-deprecating jokes *points to rubbish bin* Haha me Actually despises water, lives on coffee instead Makes surprisingly good pasta Allergic to shellfish Really likes the colour green (but like sage green) GWYN Chaotic good Really good at art but doesn’t like to show anyone Obsessed with opossums and raccoons but she doesn’t know why “Hey is it hot in here? Oh sorry that’s just me” Uncomfortable with the idea of being in a relationship, sorry in advance to any Gwynriels out there :/ Says live laugh love ironically but does it so often that it’s become unironic Definitely not straight idc what anyone thinks EMERIE Absolutely drop dead gorgeous A queen Such a good cook Has an amazing memory most of the time but will forget to drink water for two days straight Wears glittery gold nail polish Completely oblivious to her own crush on Mor When she finally realises that she’s in love she asks Nesta to ask Cassian to ask Mor if she has a crush on Emerie When Mor says yes Emerie freaks out and spends the next three consecutive nights at the House with Nesta and Gwyn just planning the perfect time to ask Mor out FEYRE Occasionally goes through a crisis and dyes her hair some random colour Absolutely amazing at buying presents, even for people she barely knows Literally buffer than Rhysand Spoils Nyx rotten Lawful neutral Can do eyeliner in one stroke MOR Has a British accent and if you think otherwise idk what to tell you Loves Halloween but never knows what to go as Well aware that Emerie has a crush on her Shaves her armpits but nowhere else Has really short fingers ;-; Somehow smells fine after a workout no matter how much she was sweating Unironically says ‘ello luv *bites lip* sheeeeesh

#acotar #feyre archeron #feyre #cassian #nesta #nesta archeron #nessian #emorie #emerie #mor #acosf #elain archeron #elain #gwyneth berdara #gwyn berdara #acosf valkyrie friendship #crack headcanons #its so late rn dont judge me #these are all canon now #yes ik i didnt do rhys or amren i have a reason #amren is perfect as she is #and rhys annoys me #didnt give elain or gwyn a relationship #shit i didnt do lucien either #fuck it im on 8% cant be bothered #bi wife energy #cassian has bi wife energy idc how many times it has to be said

[briarrosescurse]

🌷🌺🌸💜 roza and xiang :-) and give me some l’aubergine 🤤💕 teehee

omg haiiii 🥺🥵

🌷 How much effort does your OC put into their looks? Do they care much about how they’re dressed or what their hair looks like or are they not bothered? Could they be considered a snob or a slob?

roza: she's pretty much used to putting in a lot of effort into her appearance! it's part of her regular routine to spend quite some time in the bath to prepare herself for the day - especially her long curls require a lot of maintenance. thankfully her skin withstands quite a lot though! as for clothing, she loves to remain in-fashion at all times. so you could absolutely call her a snob for it.

xiang: he's the kinda guy who spends hours on maintaining his pretty hair and face, but his clothes always are a last minute choice... a bit more comfy and sloppy. (at least it looks like it...) he's surprisingly touchy when it comes to his hair. anyone who threatens to cut it will have to deal with xiang's cold silent treatment.

🌺 What additions would your OC make to their body if they could? Lets say, if they don’t have a tail would they want one? Wings? Horns? Do they wish they could shapeshift?

roza: she would love to know what it's like to have horns, actually. she always thought malleus' horns are very curious, so she wondered how it'd feel like to have them herself...

xiang: man, if he could, he would 100% shapeshift. he would mess around SO much with that ability, for. more the worse than the better, honestly.

... would he shapeshift into a raccoon? that'd be probably the first thing he'd do.

🌸 What’s a sentence that would make your OC’s day better? One that would make them laugh? One that would make their day worse? Why? What words would you have to say to them to completely ruin their day?

roza: she isn't easily shaken up! it's hard to bring her mood down, maybe for a moment sure, but for a whole day? well, you gotta be real brutal then. however, it's much, much easier to brighten her day, even if it's something as simple as "you're looking gorgeous today" or "your magic performance has been improving so much!" - things like these bring her absolute joy!

xiang: he isn't the kind of guy who gets easily torn down either. he mostly doesn't care for what mean things people say to his face; they really bounce off his head. his ego gets greatly stroked though whenever someone starts to praise him. compliment his archery skills or his looks or just. literally anything about him? he is so off the rocks.

💜 Do you enjoy working on your OC or are they a bit of a chore? We all have that one character who is hard to develop!

roza: I LOVE WORKING ON ROZA ALWAYS. SHE IS MY TO GO OC!!! i love drawing her or writing her or just. Thinking of her. she is my most developed oc and has a lot of passion put into her. am i obsessed? absolutely. but thats okay for me ❤

xiang: NGL I LOVE HIM TOO. i will say, oc interactions just made him twenty times much more fun than my og concept for him. he also means a lot to m, bc of the heart i have put into developing him... he def counts as my second to go oc...

🍆 What is your OC like in bed? Are they particularly sensitive or have anywhere they really like being touched? Are they loud, quiet, intense? What are their turn ons and turn offs?

NOT IN PUBLIC YOU FIEND

#twst oc #twisute oc #twisted wonderland oc #[my writing] #rozalina von dorimé #yu xiang #another ask game

[aveyna]

The Seal of Approval

SUMMARY: In which Nuru liberates a seal, Yong gets adopted, Hugo is a gay pining disaster, and Varian is the sole voice of reason.

Alternatively, Nuru partakes in the age old tradition of toppling a monarchy.

[NOTE] Apparently the desire to see Varian get slapped by a seal was strong, judging by my last post.

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“Can I at least take him for everything he’s worth?”

 “For the last time, no, Hugo. You cannot be rude to the king, you cannot antagonize him, you cannot make fun of his beard, and hell, you definitely cannot kill him.” Varian sighs. After their last run in with Donella and her goons, they had just barely made it to the kingdom of Equis. He is only so close to choking this brilliantly stupid idiot with those dumb goggles he refuses to wear like they’re intended to. “I’d like to sleep under a roof for one lousy evening.”

 “Oh, come on, hairstripe. If not thievery, can’t I commit a little murder?” Hugo whines, placing his arm dramatically over his eyes. “What else do I have to live for?”

 It’s during times like these that Varian almost wishes he could go back to the way he used to be, before he and the princess had made amends. His younger self would not have hesitated to kick this sorry excuse of an alchemist to the curb. He loves him, truly, he does. The same can be said for Nuru and Yong, but he has just about had it. He had left on this journey in-search of his mother, but instead, he was stuck on babysitting duty.

 Distantly, he wonders if this is how Eugene felt with his past failures on the hot water boilers. He visibly shudders at the memory.

 No, let’s not think about that.

 “Then die.” Varian glares up at the taller man who was currently leaning on him. Scowling, he removes the other arm that he had perched on-top of his head.

 “Don’t be so heartless,” Hugo laughs. He smirks at Varian, but it softens ever so slightly. It seems almost fond and gentle, but quickly, it is wiped off from his face. “Huh, you really do make for a very nice armrest.”

 “Glad that’s all I’m good for,” Varian grumbles, brows furrowed in annoyance.

 Yong jumps up, waving his arms erratically as if he needed to expend that much effort in garnering Varian’s attention.

 “Yes, Yong?” Varian asks, smiling pleasantly at his shorter friend.

 “You’re also pretty!” Yong says. The color from Hugo’s face immediately drains.

 “Wha—” Varian laughs, but it does nothing to dissuade the complete awkwardness of this situation.

 “That’s what Hugo always says!”

 “Haha, no, my dear Yong,” Hugo exclaims, speaking a bit too fast and loud. He had rushed over to the pyromaniac, clamping his hands over him. “He’s got it completely wrong. I never said you looked pretty.”

 “No, but I heard—” Yong breaks free Hugo’s grip, only to be interrupted.

 “Boys, boys, as entertaining as this may be, we’re drawing a crowd,” Nuru says, lips upturned in a half smile. Her golden eyes are lit up in mirth. Clearly, Varian can tell she finds amusement in his misery.

 He raises his head, and…it looks like her assessment was correct. Surprisingly, a large number of people had gathered, eyes boring into the strange group with varying degrees of confusion and judgment. Yong had immediately jumped at the chance to talk with some kids his age who were conspiratorially whispering to one another as they pointed towards Varian.

 Yong nods, easily blending into the crowd. His expression is resolute as he earnestly listens before turning his eyes towards Varian.

 His feet are nailed to the spot, unable to shirk away from the attention. He feels as if he is a fish out of water, but…he cannot move. His two so-called friends had an iron-clad grip on his arms. “Let’s hear what they have to say. Afterall, we wouldn’t want to disappointment Yong,” Hugo concedes in a mocking fashion.

 If I must suffer, I won’t do it alone, his eyes seem to say.

 “Varian, hey, Varian, guess what—!!” The pyromaniac looks towards his new friends before nodding in understanding once more. “They just told me something really cool! Apparently you’re famous!?”

 Immediately, his reality comes crashing down. With Yong’s well-meaning statement, Varian stumbles back as if he were scathed by boiling water. He has done many things he wasn’t proud of over the course of his life. Varian…he had been hurt. He had hurt others, but, here, in this time and place, this family that he has found…it will all come crashing down. It hurts to look at Yong’s bright expression with the knowledge that it’ll soon morph to one of contempt or even pity. He lowers his head, bangs shrouding his downcast eyes.

 “Hugo, didn’t Varian kidnap the Queen of Corona?”

 His head immediately whips towards Nuru, eyes wide in bewilderment. What in the world—

 “He sure did,” Hugo replies in a dispassionate tone. “What a hypocrite you are, goggles. You forbid me from stealing a single jewel, yet you get to commit attempted murder?”

 They’re…they’re not disappointed in me?

 “Way to hog all the fun for yourself,” Hugo lightly chides, glancing down at Varian in a condescending manner.

 Varian’s eyes are glassy. He feels tears begin to prick at the corner of his eyes, but he hastily wipes at his face. There is so much to unpack here. Does he even deserve their understanding?  Like his father and the king, he had been keeping secrets from his friends. They’d traversed across countless kingdoms and nearly died in the process. They had laughed, cried, shared good and bad moments, but for reasons unbeknownst to him, they still remain by his side.

 With everything they have done by merely staying by his side, he—

 Wait.

 How did they find out!!?

 Hugo adjusts his wire-rimmed glasses as he nonchalantly states, “Don’t shoot us that look, goggles. You’re acting like we kicked your raccoon.”

 At this, Varian’s initial agitation at the infuriating man returns ten-fold.

 “Why you—don’t bring Ruddiger into this!!” Varian seethes, standing up on the tips as he grabs Hugo by the goggles placed over his neck. His threat had come full-circle. Now, he is this close to murdering his fellow alchemist.

 Nuru looks between her two older companions. Earlier, she had found a disconnected amusement in their bickering. She had always been alone growing up; it was hard to find someone close to her age to forge a genuine connection with. But here, with these two moronic geniuses and a kid who would most likely commit grand arson in a few years tops, she felt…included, complete…as if she were not a princess burdened with a heavy task and instead, a normal girl.

 Still, it would be best to calm Varian before he gets a one-way ticket to prison. She cannot possibly understand how he thought they would never find out; the signs were obvious enough!

 “You would not believe how popular books on recent Coronian news are,” Nuru articulates, thinking back to her initial surprise upon finding chapters upon chapters on Varian’s initial [clearly not one-sided] betrayal of their princess and eventual redemption. Under most circumstances she would have had him thrown out of her kingdom, but she had seen his kindness first-hand.

 He had been abandoned when he was young; cast aside by those he had once admired. His problems were definitely more complicated than that, and its connections were deeply entrenched within the machinations of his kingdom and beyond, but—

 If he had gone out of his way to right his wrongs, she could tell he was a good person at heart, and certainly one she would not mind to have right by her side when traversing the great unknown.

 “You also talk in your sleep,” Yong mentions, eager to help out.

 Varian’s jaw drops, mind reeling at their confessions. Various expressions flicker across his face, but his words…clearly do not do his thoughts justice.

 “Oh, shit,” he says.

 Hugo playfully goads the shorter alchemist, attempting to rile him into another argument. “I thought you said no cursing around Yong?”

 The blue-eyed alchemist merely looks past the taller man and points. Curious, Hugo turns.

 “Oh, shit,” Hugo hisses.  

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Underneath the sunny, brightly lit sky of Equis, Hugo…is confronted with his worst nightmare. No, even that would be too kind a word. Nothing can describe the complete loathing and disgust he feels at this very moment, not when he is face to face with the vilest person he has ever had the misfortune of encountering again. Even six years is not enough time away from this madman.

 Clearly, time had not been kind to him. Not that it had ever been, if Hugo were to be honest.

 Though…now he has a seal.

 That’s new, Hugo offhandedly mutters, staring at the seal wearing a lavish necklace and golden crown while…still hideous, actually shoots him, unlike this man glaring daggers at him.

 Nuru, however, her eyes…they are the brightest that they have ever been. She looks as if she had been struck by an arrow. Hugo looks at her, clearly disturbed at the princess’s…unusual behavior. “What. Is. That!?”

 She is shaking Varian’s shoulders, eyes filled with stars as gazes at the seal in an awed reverence.

 “A seal…?” Varian responds, somewhat worried by Nuru’s words, until…realization dawns on him. “Oh.”

 “He’s…majestic,” she practically shouts, smile impossibly bright. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life.”

 We’ve lost her, Hugo deadpans.

 “What are you four miscreants doing in my kingdom?” the king of Equis, Trevor, demands as he narrows his eyes at the four friends. Quickly, he looks towards the crowd, only to have them quietly disperse, but—

 Not without shooting another curious glance towards their pathetic excuse of a traveling group.

 “I’m sorry about my friends, King Trevor,” Varian murmurs, casting a small glance towards Hugo and the others, as if beckoning them to remain calm and quiet. He looks at Nuru, but she has clearly lost herself to this newfound discovery.

 “Clearly,” the king guffaws. “Wait, I know you from somewhere…”

 His attention immediately snaps towards Varian, who is doing his best to hide behind Hugo. “Save me,” he says.

 I’m sorry. You’re on your own, Varian. Hugo relents, glancing between the alchemist and king.

 “You must be mistaken, I—”

 “Yeah, you’re that alchemist from Corona,” King Trevor utters, voice laced in suspicion. “You’re not working for that fool, Frederic, are you? Trying to steal the secrets of my great kingdom—wanting to overthrow my rule and displace all of my people? Good, hard-working, law abiding people, might I add.”

 Him? Willingly work for the king? He’d rather die.

 Varian’s eyes crinkle in disgust. He may be on good terms with Rapunzel, but it doesn’t mean he wants anything to do with her father. “What, of course not!”

 At his words, King Trevor marches past Hugo, red cape swishing as he levels his eyes with Varian. “You’re lying. Trevor Jr., come here—!!”

 Hugo inaudibly chortles. He named his seal after himself?

 “Arf,” the royal seal states, slowly moving its flippers as it waddles towards them. Its movement is so languid that anxiety begins to fester among their group until…eventually, it finally reaches the king.

 “Go on,” he says, urging his pet seal towards Varian.

 It turns its head towards Varian as it stares into the alchemist’s blue eyes. The alchemist cannot breathe as the seal regards him with a contemplative expression…at least, he thinks the seal is contemplating.

 A moment passes, until, “Arf,” Trevor Jr. says once again.

 He raises a flipper.

 Yong’s hands are pressed to his face; smile impossibly wide as he awaits the royal seal’s verdict.

 “Arf,” the seal barks. The flipper comes down and a resounding slap is heard.

Varian cannot believe this. Did he…

 Did I just get bitch slapped by a seal!!?

 “Arf arf,” Trevor Jr. huffs, head raised high as he turns away from Varian. The king’s eyes light up with a mirthless glee as he clears his throat.

 “Trevor Jr. has spoken,” the king extrapolates. “He is displeased, and for this…you, Varitas, will be sentenced to death.”

 “Actually, his name’s Varian,” Hugo corrects, helping Varian to his feet after he had been knocked over by the seal. He shoots a look towards Nuru, but her hands are pressed against her face, sporting the brightest grin he had ever seen on the princess.

 He should be more sympathetic, but this is just too good to pass up. Sniggering, Hugo says, “Can’t believe a seal rejected you.”

 Varian glares at the older alchemist, but…screw this. He is too done with this day. All he wanted was one peaceful day. Just one, but instead, here he was…public enemy number one again…and Trevor Jr.’s surprisingly hard slap certainly didn’t help.

 He makes a move to retort, only for his words to be broken off by laughter.

 “I think he likes me,” Yong cackles, petting the seal, eyes starry in wonder and amazement.

 A whirlwind of thoughts goes off in his head; the weasel-like king seems genuinely conflicted, before casting a fond smile at the seal. He visibly sighs. “As much as it pains me to this say this, your execution…will be put off for now. Your little friend has gained the trust of Trevor Jr, so—”

 No.

 “He has gotten—” Time stands to a halt as Varian stares at the king in horror.

 Don’t say it, he and Hugo internally scream. Yong seems oblivious, but Nuru…she has lost herself to the cuteness of the seal.

 “—The seal of approval.”

 Varian cringes. “Just kill me now.”

 The taller alchemist merely pats his back in understanding. He, too, is visibly shaken by…the king’s choice of words. “Only if you kill me first.”

 King Trevor looks towards Yong as if he were an ant. “Feel blessed, child. I do not know why, but my Trevor Jr. has taken a liking to you.”

 “Do not disappointment him,” he yells at the sky, both fists curled into balls at his sides. “He is my baby; the only person in this world that I hold near and dear to my heart. Whatever Trevor Jr. says is the law.”

 “I’m Yong,” the alchemist exclaims an introduction. He looks up at the king in amazement. “Woah, are you two wearing matching clothes!? That’s. So. Cool!”

 The king audibly deflates, at a loss for words.

 “I like your beard; it’s fancy! Do you think I’ll get a fancy beard when I grow up?”

 No, no, please don’t, Varian laments. He had gone that route once upon a time. Those fingerless gloves, fanged bandana, the goatee. Yong should not commit the same mistakes he had committed in his past.

 “Oh, you do?” King Trevor says, twirling his mustache. “You never know, eh, but…probably. You look just like me in my youth. Just, nowhere near as tall. Or handsome.”

 “He does?” Hugo deadpans.

 “Of course he does! Can you not see the resemblance, boy?” the king barks. “We look exactly alike. Why, he’s practically the son I never wanted.”

 “Does this mean I have two dads now? And a mom?” The pyromaniac tilts his head in confusion. “I don’t remember them getting a divorce.”

 King Trevor pauses, contemplating Yong’s words for a moment. “I guess you do now.”

 “Well, eventually, I will need a successor, and seeing that I have no children, why not?” He glances at his seal. “If Trevor Jr. approves of you, who am I to judge?”

 Yong’s hands are clasped together, clearly ecstatic. The sight is so blinding that Varian almost has to shield his eyes. “Which one of my parents did you marry?”

 “Eh, who cares,” King Trevor dismisses.

 The pyromaniac presses his hands to his face, mouth forming a silent ‘o’. “Just wait until I tell my siblings!”

 “Follow me, Yoshi,” the king says, as he walks away from the other three teens. “There’s so much you must learn about Equis if you want to rule over my kingdom with an iron fist.”

 “Don’t you mean kind and just?” Yong says, eyes starry and impossibly bright.

 “Oh, silly, naïve Yoro,” the king chides. “You have so much to learn.”

 “Hold on, you can’t take Yong,” Varian exclaims in anger, placing himself between the Yong, the king, and Trevor Jr.

 A moment passes…complete and utter silence. The king raises his hand, but—

 “It’s fine, Varian!” Yong beams. “Guess this is my life now.”

 “No, Yong, it’s not fine—”

 “Trust me,” the shorter boy says. His expression darkens, but Varian must have been imagining it. “I need to make my father proud; I’m sure you understand.”

 The alchemist makes a move to run after Yong and the king, but Trevor Jr. had gotten in the way—lethargically following after the unlikely duo, but not before casting one final look of complete loathing at Varian. He shirks back on himself, the memories from the previous grueling minutes replaying in his mind.

 As he watches their retreating forms disappear into the distance, Varian makes a vow. “I’ll save you even if it’s the last thing I ever do.”

 “May the moon have mercy on his soul,” Hugo snarks, slightly concerned…but not for Yong. Oh no, definitely not for him.

 “I’ve met the moon,” Varian responds. “Personally, not her biggest fan.”

 ---

 Meanwhile, Hugo is waving his hand over the dazed princess. “Goggles, I think she’s broken.”

“I’ve never seen anyone so perfect in my life,” Nuru squeals, hugging Varian as she recalls the wondrous sea creature. “We don’t have anything like him back in my kingdom.”

 “Have…you seriously never seen a seal?” Varian asks, dumfounded.

 “When you grow up in a kingdom constantly bombarded by meteors, you…don’t get much in the way of wildlife,” Nuru responds, an intense gaze in her eyes as she jumps up. Resolutely, she looks forward, determination laced in her voice. “I’m going to rescue Trevor Jr. from that wretched king.”

 “You’ll start a war if you do that, Nuru.” Perhaps it had been the stressful day that he has had. Afterall, he was slapped by a seal, only to be nearly executed. Yong was whisked away by a king, and Nuru wants to steal a seal. Somehow, his only ally in this madness was the source of his many, many migraines. Varian leans in to Hugo, sighing as he closes his eyes in tiredness. “The king will be after our heads.”

 A luminescent blush forms on his face as Varian leans against him. The alchemist had always been oblivious to his attempts at courting him. That, or downright sadistic in his dismissals. He’d rather be turned down right then and there rather than holding onto false hope. Even if he were to tell Varian directly that he liked him, the alchemist, bless his poor, oblivious heart, would merely smile and say, “I like you too, Hugo. You’re a good friend.”

 But now, with Princess Nuru on the hunt for blood, and Yong somehow becoming royalty, he…can make his move. Finally, this will be his one and only chance. The perfect moment to ask the shorter alchemist out on a date.

 “No fair,” Nuru says, sticking her tongue out at Varian.

 Since when has she been such a brat, Varian wonders in sheer exhaustion and annoyance.

 “Worry not, goggles,” Hugo laughs, glancing over at Nuru as she makes a hasty [and certainly not discrete] exit. “She’s at that age when there’s only one thing on her mind.”

 “Homicide?” Varian mumbles, burying his face onto Hugo’s arm.

 “No. Well, yes, but aren’t we all?” the bespectacled man replies sincerely. “She’s partaking in the age-old tradition of over-throwing the monarchy.”

 “Oh.”

 “Absolutely right you are, hairstripe,” Hugo responds, squinting as he gazes up at the sky. Quite some time had passed; he’s sure it’s well past lunch with the insanity that they had been pulled into. “So….”

 “Sooooooo,” Varian says. “Want to grab a bite to eat?”

 “Hell yes,” Hugo beams.

---

 After breaking away from Varian and Hugo, Nuru had made off towards the castle. Certainly, it was not easy to miss—the sight of its gaudy walls was impossible to not see even from a distance. She was never one for physically taxing activities such as running across a large populated city, but with the powers of sheer determination and spite, she was ready as she would ever be.

 With a seal to save, Nuru knew she could accomplish anything.

 Sneaking into the castle was easy enough…surprisingly, or not. King Trevor did not have much in the way of military or police, but what he did have…were portraits of himself. A chill ran down her spine as she avoided the smarmy gaze of the portraits, who, while a fraction as annoying as the king…did not amount to much.

 “I’ll save you, Trevor Jr.,” she promises, as she crosses past yet another seal statue.

 Only the sounds of her nimble footsteps break the paper-thin stillness of the castle. For a place that should be brimming with life [especially as it is the daytime], she had not seen eye or flipper of any humans or seals. The lunar princess continues to walk in silence, but there it is. She detects movement at the corner of her eye.

 It is soft, quiet, as if…someone else were sneaking around. Could this be an ally or a foe? Both outcomes were possible in a kingdom with a king like Trevor.

 Nuru darts behind a seal statue, waiting quietly, anxious as to whom she will possibly see. She waits and waits…

 Another moment passes, but the mystery person never arrives.

 “Guess I was worried over nothing,” Nuru laughs, still feeling a bit uneasy and agitated over what could have been.

 “Hiya, Nuru!!”

 She certainly did not jump up in surprise at the sound of Yong’s voice. If anyone asks, she…saw a spider. Yes, that was it. That was definitely, most certainly the one and only reason.

 Somehow, without her notice, he had snuck past her…and has discovered her hiding place behind the gaudy [begrudgingly cute] seal statue.

 “What are you doing here?” they both simultaneously ask.

 “You first,” they both say.

 Yong beams up at her, hand pressed over his heart. “I want to make my father proud.”

 “Oh,” Nuru responds, struggling between her emotions of rescuing Trevor Jr., destroying Equis, and not disappointing Yong…which would be an inexcusable in and of itself. She’s about to say more, but the shorter boy merely pulls at her sleeve.

 “Are you planning to take Trevor Jr.?” Yong is not looking at her. Rather, his gaze is directed somewhere far ahead.

 “What if I say I am?” the princess inquires, arms crossed in defiance. Her loyalty towards him is great, but the seal…it beckons to her with its smart, inquisitive ‘arf’. “What will you do then, Yong?”

 He is silent. Nuru feels beads of sweat roll down her face in anticipation. Another moment passes, and then another, until…Yong beams up at her with the cheeriest expression she had yet ever seen on him or any other person. “Will it make my father proud if we release Trevor Jr. into the sea?”

 She narrows her eyes at Yong, searching his face for any signs of betrayal or trickery. But…there is nothing. Only a hint of mischief in his smile. “Yes,” she concedes. “I suppose it will make him proud.”

 At this, Yong cackles, hands raised to his sides as one would see on a mad scientist. Maybe…he has been spending too much time with Varian, Nuru notes, slightly disturbed and yet…impressed.

---

 Honestly, Hugo does not know what to make of this situation. They had been off in-search of the perfect sandwich shop [he wanted to spend time with Varian, but he wasn’t lying. It was well past three and he was starving], but…he got neither a date nor a sandwich. Instead, he was granted the fortune of sneaking into a stupid king’s castle and no lunch. He at least had Varian by his side, but…he really wanted food. Even a cracker would do at this point.

 He had originally thought the princess to be prissy and snuck-up like the nobles back home, but she had quickly gone above his expectations. Hugo could nearly cry at the proud feelings he felt as he saw her sneak into the castle.

 Nuru was completely insane. She was feral in her attempts to rescue this seal through and through, and he could not get any prouder.

 Truly, he was proud of her. He would very much like to shake her hand under any given circumstance and take her under his wing, but now…he is just irritated and very hungry. How long they had been wandering the corridors of this castle, he does not know. He eyes glance down towards Varian, and…yeah. The shorter alchemist definitely looks to be on edge, not that the [creepy] portraits the king had ‘decorated’ the castle with have done to help.

 Hell, they…had stumbled upon one room in-which King Trevor had taped his face on top of a family portrait…which he had somehow stolen(?) from the king of Corona. It was very, very creepy. He and Varian are both convinced that he is stalking the poor queen, but…that is a disturbing problem for another day. Faces blank, they both sped walked out of that room, eyes downcast underneath the watchful gaze of the Queen Arianna and his royal travesty, King Trevor.

 “Ugh, where do you think Nuru ran off to?” Hugo complains, cringing at yet another excessively ornate and gaudy portrait of the king.

 Varian shoots him a quick glance. “If I knew, we wouldn’t be here.”

 Their steps continue across the empty castle…really, the sight is rather eerie if Hugo were to be honest. Unfortunately, their luck had just about run out. Rounding a corner, there…are two guards sporting the official crest of Equis.

 “Great, just our luck,” Varian sighs. The guards seem to have heard their voices. Quickly, the younger alchemist grabs his hand before shoving the both of them into a broom closet. It’s rather small, and uncomfortable, but…hopefully, the guards will not think to look here.

 “This cannot possibly be your brilliant plan, goggles,” Hugo deadpans, trying no to stammer at how close they are.

 Varian merely rolls his eyes at the taller alchemist. “Oh, just shut up and kiss me.”

 Hugo locks eyes with Varian, mouth agape as the goggles he wears around his neck are grabbed until he is at eye-level with the alchemist. His mind is floundering. He cannot think, cannot speak, and Varian…his eyes had always been so blue. But, they almost seem to be glowing…or maybe it’s the theoretical sparks that he had always heard about literally igniting in his head. He had always prided himself on his persona—the suave playboy act that he had crafted for himself.

 And yet, all it took was for a smart, stupid, but surprisingly kind alchemist to undo all of his hard work.

 He makes a move to say something, but Varian merely glares past him.

 “Do you mind?” the shorter alchemist drawls, voice as sharp and scathing as a freshly sharpened knife. Hugo inwardly protests at Varian’s withdrawal, but he is still reeling. Had…Varian finally realized his feelings for him? Were his affections finally reciprocated?

 “Ahem,” a guard coughs into the crook of his arm, eyes averted from Varian’s icy gaze. “Sorry for interrupting you two. Uh, carry on……”

"Lousy teenagers,' Hugo hears them say.

Varian listens to their footsteps fade away before devolving into a fit of laughter. He wipes at his eyes, grinning brightly at Hugo as he helps him out of the broom closet. “I can’t believe that worked!”

 “Yeah, I’ll say,” Hugo responds, still clearly dazed. Wait…worked? Was this a setup!?

 As he listens to Varian drone on about ‘The Adventures of Flynn Rider’, his face must be undeniably crestfallen. All it takes is one look for the dark-haired alchemist to immediately shut up. Now silent, the duo continues to walk across the marble floors of the castle with only the gaudy decorations adorning its walls for company.

 Varian wants to break the silence somehow, but there’s something off about Hugo. His demeanor had soured, but it’s not even just that. He seems more agreeable and not at all his usual sarcastic self. There are no taunts or joking retorts. The bespectacled man merely seems to be lost in his own thoughts. It should be a welcome change, but considering everything that they had gone through this day, he cannot help but worry. He raises his head and reaches for Hugo, only to jump up in surprise at the large cacophony of wild laughter and screams coming from down the hall.

 Their senses are immediately filled with the bitter scent of smoke, and…yeah. Looks like they found Yong, and…judging by the sound of rushing water, they’d bet Nuru was there with him.

 Without giving it a second thought, Varian grabs Hugo’s hand and races down the hallway with him in tow.

 In other circumstances, Hugo would complain. But with Varian, he would follow him til’ the ends of the earth.

 “REVOLUTION!! FREEDOM FOR ALL!” Nuru cackles as she races down the hall with not just Trevor Jr. following her, but another seal with a slightly smaller crown. “We will not stand for this tyranny any longer, isn’t that right, Yong!?”

“Stick it to the man!” Yong pumps his fists into the air. He, too, has decided to partake in this bout of teenage rebellion. The hallway is billowing gray smoke, and they can hear the angered screams of…what appears to be the king.

 Varian stares at Trevor Jr.

 The seal stares back.

 ---

 Somehow, despite everything, they have finally made it out of the kingdom of Equis [relatively] unscathed. Varian is sure he may have lost a bit of his sanity, but…that would not be the first time it happened. And he is sure it most certainly will not be the last.

 As he looks back towards Nuru and her new seal brethren, he is sure of it.

 The kingdom of Equis may have sworn vengeance against them and their descendents for generations to come, but…Varian can live with that. But what he cannot possibly understand, however, is Yong’s toothy grin. It is unsettling with just how plain cheery this boy can be. If he could, he’d ignore it. But, Yong’s incessant wide-eyed gaze will not cease until he gets to say whatever it is in that strange, strange, terrifying mind of his.

 “Yes, Yong, what is it?” Varian sighs for the umpteenth time that day.

 Yong beams up at the alchemist. “Do you think my dad will finally be proud of me?”

 Why, I don’t know, Yong, he murmurs to himself. He had set King Trevor’s castle on fire, lied, cheated, and stolen his royal seal… “Yeah, I guess.”

 “Great,” Yong chirps. “Maybe now I’ll be the favorite child!”

 At this, the three older teens stop in the tracks, staring mouths agape at the would-be arsonist.

 “Dad hates King Trevor,” the short boy explains, grinning up at his friends. “Something about a fireworks deal gone wrong…”

 His sentence falls into obscurity. But, these are words best left unsaid.

 “Well, you’re my favorite,” Hugo quips, patting Yong on the head.

 “Agreed,” Nuru replies. “You can do no wrong.”

 Varian looks from Hugo to Nuru to Yong.

 He shrugs.

 Yeah, he can do no wrong.

#Tangled #Tangled the Series #Varian and the Seven Kingdoms #Varian #Varian Tangled #Hugo the Human #Nuru Tangled #Yong Tangled #Varigo #Fanfic

[tiffany-chan123]

For your consideration: The Work of Tiffany-Chan123

So in honour of the fancuries...I decided to try this whole FYC post thing out!

So why the heck not!

While I haven’t been writing any story related stuff mainly due to personal stuff and issues that I won’t really get into. I have been doing a lot of stuff improving on my Kisekae and drawing skills and I have been writing out concepts for Fanseries and even did a few wiki’s for them, I even made myself a backlog to keep track of them all! So without further ado let’s get to the main one I’ve been working on.

(And yes I drew the logo UwU)

Link to the Wiki Info: https://fancureparadise.fandom.com/wiki/Magical_Melody_Precure

This is the one I mainly focused on for the first half of the year, and I’ve even been writing the first episode of this little series. (It could come out early 2021) It’s themed after Idols and has a big element of parodying precure tropes and paying tribute to them with a bit of making fun of Idol anime.

The Cures!

Uta Aikawa / Cure Harmony - A Sweet and energetic girl who’s a bit of an airhead but does try her best and wants to show her talent to the world but she’s a bit insecure. (Her theme colour’s Pink)

Aoba Mizutani / Cure Bubble -  The calm student council president at her middle school, she has a reputation for her intelligence though she can be a bit strict, she means well and cares deeply for her job. But she’s a big perfectionist.  (Her theme colour’s blue)

Hina “Himawari” Kanemaru / Cure Golden - A bubbly and outgoing girl from Osaka, she’s an up and coming comedian who’s the daughter of a famous fellow comedian and wants to follow in his footsteps, but doesn’t take stuff too seriously.  (Her theme colour’s Yellow)

Wakana Tsukishima / Cure Luna - A serious, lonely and aloof rocker, despite her seriousness she is very loyal and passionate about her craft and is very skilled at playing music and secretly likes cute things, but has a chip on her shoulder due to an incident from her past. (Her theme colour’s Purple)

Onpu Matsuno / Cure Note - The sixth ranger of the team. Onpu is a shy and sweet girl who comes from Melodia,  she came to the human world to help the precure and to prove that she has a strong heart despite her shyness, she wears swirly glasses mainly but she looks quite dreamy under them. (Her theme colour’s green)

Mascots!

Aria - Smol and cute songbird from Melodia who can be sweet and yet very witty. Clef - A Frog from Melodia who acts as a producer for the group and has big dad vibes.

The villains are quite the interesting bunch with there main goal being to silence the world and make it soundless. With each member having a theme after a genre of music (Jazz, Pop, Metal, and Glam Rock)

Wonderful! Kaitou Precure

This fanseries is actually one I’ve been working on in the second half of the year, and I’m planning on beginning work on the wiki later this month or early January with episode 1 coming out soon after. 

It’s themed after Alice in Wonderland and Phantom Thieves (And yes the picture above is the civillian forms of them! SJFDFJDF) and the basic summary is that Wonderland has been taken over by the Queen Of Hearts shortly after the discovery of a grand trove of treasures known as the “merveilles trove” with some of it’s treasures being scattered across Wonderland with a band of magical thieves having to “steal” these treasures before it’s too late.

The Cures

Tomomi Omoida / Cure Secret - A Curious and yet slightly sophisticated girl who wants to be an author someday, she’s leisurely optimistic and energetic without being full blown wild, and though she can be a bit of control freak, she means well and tends to keep secrets. (Her theme colour’s Pink)

Shizuka Goishi / Cure Jewel - A quiet, level headed and often emotionless girl she is kind and has a love for kabuki theatre and insects and weirdly tends to like very colourful out there clothing, she also likes volunteering for things and is really good with kids. (Her theme colour’s blue)

Kasumi Kagami / Cure Mirror - A popular girl at school who is also a young Magician, she really likes keeping secrets and is proud of the attention she gets at school, though she can be a bit prideful and pompous, she does like planning surprises for people and wants to become big. (Her theme colour’s Yellow)

Noriko Yaku / Cure Phantom - The slightly tomboyish daughter of a police man, she is willing to follow the rules but isn’t afraid to stand up for what she believes in. She is also a member of the track team at her school but she tends to be a bit lazy and is dangerous when she loses her temper. (Her theme colour’s Purple)

Sachie Nijibayashi / Cure Wonder - The sixth ranger of the team, she is a wild and crazy girl from Wonderland with a love for throwing parties and making people happy and has a sweet tooth, however she can say some pretty random and out there things but has a clever side to her but doesn’t take stuff seriously...She’s also the Mad Hatter’s daughter. (Her theme colour’s white and rainbow)

The Mascots are a white rabbit (Heh heh...) named “Shirosagi” who likes keeping things on time and schedule and tends to overthink things but is quite fastidious despite the anxiousness. And “Dororai” a crafty and troublemaking raccoon who does have a sweet and helpful side to her and surprisingly likes being clean.

The Villains are essentially the court of the Queen of Hearts alongside the Cheshire cat who is quite the crafty lad. Other than the Cheshire cat, the King of Hearts, the Knave (Who is called Jack) and the Tweedles make up this band of mean ladies and men. For more info on this little series (And other fanseries I have basic plans for) Please check out my backlog: The Link!

#tiffy talks #precure #pretty cure #precure fanseries #fancuries #Fancuries fyc

[ihaveatheoryonthat]

For obvious reasons, I’ve been poking around my MSA folder again. This is an old piece (circa 2016/pre-Hellbent) that I think is interesting, but that I know I’m never going to finish. It’s piecemeal, but hopefully there’s enough to enjoy!

The problem with being a supernatural entity on a team of paranormal investigators was that, inevitably, someone would figure something out.

That was hardly an issue for Mystery these days, since his status was something of an open secret among his humans (both living and deceased), but it did make things uncomfortable around other groups.

Such was the case now, and he watched silently, head cocked to the side in classic canine fashion, as a woman whispered something urgently to Vivi. She was hardly subtle about it, the way her eyes kept darting over to him, and, privately, he wondered why she even bothered keeping up the pretense if she honestly thought he was more than just a dog. Certainly she realized that any sentient being would recognize when they were being talked about.

Whatever the blonde said, Vivi laughed it off and made a sweeping gesture, trying to dismiss it. To Mystery, it was painfully obvious that the other woman had hit upon the truth, but, then again, he knew her. The stranger didn't look entirely convinced, but nodded and walked away-- though not without glancing back at them over her shoulder.

Perhaps trying to sell the part, Vivi closed the gap between herself and Mystery to ruffle his ears. He thumped his tail against the ground a handful of times and nipped at her sleeve.

---

Mystery raised his head in satisfaction, preening under the woman's incredulous gaze. It was put to an abrupt end, though, when one of the other investigators screamed. There was an answering gasp from behind them and, without looking, he realized what had happened. Everyone had been so focused on the main problem that--

"Aw, shit." Arthur breathed, looking at the empty air over his shoulder.

"I can't believe we forgot about that."

---

"Lewis, I truthfully do not care how that spell affected your projection, and if you had any common sense, you would realize why that is. If we don't get out of here right now, one of those ghost hunters is liable to catch you, and then what? We may know you're harmless, but I can guarantee that they won't take so kindly to the idea." / "Don't make us tell your family that you're gone again. Not over something so minor."

And, finally, the ghost relented.

While he'd already had a good idea what the spell had done, Mystery hadn't thought to prepare himself for the impact the glamour failure would have. He'd had all the information, true, but it didn't always play nice with the memory of his humans, and seeing Lewis as he'd been at the moment of his death was surprisingly difficult.

Perhaps guessing as much, Lewis raised his arms to block the worst of the fatal wound from view.

It was a nice gesture, but, ultimately, pointless.

"Come, now." Mystery whispered, dismissing the urge to say as much, "The plan is to meet Arthur and Vivi at the main road and leave before any of our friends here think to ask any more questions. I thought it best to let them do the convincing without any-- ah-- 'suspicious' influence, and, unfortunately, that means you and me."

He set off at a brisk pace, trusting the ghost to follow in his (ahem) wake. If it had been Vivi or even Arthur, Mystery might have been more inclined to keep an eye on them for fear of someone getting sidetracked or sheer dumb luck putting them in a tight spot, but Lewis floated dutifully along, still awkwardly trying to hide the bloody hole in his chest.

Maybe it was silly,  but Mystery had to wonder at irony of the situation. Ignoring all signs of death and his own aura, what would the outside observer see? A dog calling the shots and a young man following them. It fit, he supposed; of his humans, Lewis had always been the most agreeable.  

He snuck a sideways glance, eyes lingering on the gap that had torn halfway through the ghost's throat, and turned away so Lewis wouldn't notice the resultant grimace. Without knowing the specifics of the spell, there was no way to tell how long it would interfere with the ability to project an aura that wasn't so… gruesome. For a group of inexperienced youths, the range would be limited, but whether it was a matter of time, distance or any other variable was a complete unknown. If worst came to worst, there was sure to be a counter-spell somewhere, but that wasn't an ideal solution.

Mystery was so caught up in his thoughts that he almost yelped when a finger hooked under his collar and a steady arm swept him up, deeper into the undergrowth. While he refrained from doing anything quite so undignified, he was hardly thrilled with his new position a good five feet in the air, being held like no more than a puppy against Lewis's side.

With the clumsy crashing that sounded from up ahead, he recognized why the ghost had seen fit to make them scarce, but he was fairly certain that there were other ways to accomplish the same goal. Dryly, he looked up to see what Lewis had to say for himself, but all he got was a nearly inaudible "I panicked."

Mystery exhaled slowly and squirmed until he was set back on the ground, by which point the dull beam of a flashlight made its way along the main path, illuminating each tree in turn.

"--sure, Abby? If it could fool paranormal investigators for so long, it has to be a powerful spirit. The closest we've ever come to an actual haunting was just psychic residue; are we really ready for this?"

A pair of girls strode into view, the speaker nervously sweeping the flashlight's beam from side to side while her companion chewed on a strand of hair, eyes raised to the barren canopy in thought, where they reflected the scant moonlight.

"Your eyes." Mystery hissed in sudden alarm. When he looked up, the offending glow was focused on him. "They'll see--"

A piercing yelp suggested that his warning had come a fraction of a second too late. Had they not been sneaking through a woods pursued by excitable ghost hunters, it would have been funny how Lewis not only closed his eyes, but covered them with both hands and whirled around to face the opposite direction, the same way he'd play hide-and-seek with his sisters. As it stood, Mystery had more pressing matters to deal with, mostly concerning the pair of young women brandishing a flashlight in their general direction.

Though, if he knew humans-- specifically paranormal investigators-- well enough, there was one easy solution that came to mind. Admittedly, it had Vivi written all over it, but of everything Mystery could call himself in this form, A Very Loyal Dog was high on the list; it would be a gamble, but he felt it would be worth it.

In one fluid motion, he leapt away from Lewis and landed lightly several feet away. His impact with the ground made a satisfying crackle as the dry debris gave way beneath his paws, drawing the light off course towards where he was hidden.

"W-what was that?"

"Definitely not what we're looking for." The second girl sighed after a second to process the emptiness, though her expression was fixed firmly between relief and panic. "You see how high up those eyes were? You probably scared a raccoon with that flashlight 'a yours; you're deadly with that thing."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. What kind of ghost kicks up a racket like that?"

The ghost in question was still hiding the glow of his eyes, but the way he had his shoulders hunched up told Mystery that his little stunt had successfully scared Lewis. Good. That made them even.

He crept nearer, any noise camouflaged by the way their would-be pursuers trundled along in the opposite direction, and brushed lightly against Lewis's leg to announce his presence.

"Sorry, I panicked."

Lewis cracked one eye open and gave Mystery an unimpressed look, but didn't bother to say anything about the transparent jab. That was another crisis averted-- if a minor one, compared to what had already happened-- and there was no use in arguing with results.

Neither breathed another word as they continued towards the grove's edge or even for the first few minutes that they idled at the tree line.

Ears swiveling as he listened for any suggestion of human activity, Mystery kept his eyes on the vehicle parked further up the road. It was likely where the two women they'd encountered had entered from, but it wasn't exactly empty; the cab light diffused into the darkness, revealing the vague outline of a person hunched over a book. Despite himself, Mystery's mind wandered to Arthur's crusade to keep Vivi from draining the van's battery the same way-- which had, more or less, devolved into convincing her to drape herself over Lewis instead.

Not that she needed any excuse.

Speaking of Lewis, he had been assigned look out duty. This served two purposes: one was so they'd actually know when to act and the other was that, if his attention was focused in the opposite direction, there was very little chance of him getting them caught because of that blasted glow. It had been a flimsy excuse and, like the joke earlier, it was obvious that the ghost had seen through it. Mystery was fairly certain that he'd been sulking over it for the past five minutes.

It wasn't that Mystery enjoyed poking fun at his humans, but they could just be so funny at times.

"Headlights." Lewis said quietly. After a second, he added, "Definitely Arthur and Vivi; that mud is still stuck to the left one. You don't think that guy over there is going to be any trouble, do you?"

Mystery picked his way over and glanced down the road before turning back to the potential troublemaker. "I don't want to find out. Let's just eliminate the risk and admit ourselves without making them stop for us."

"You want me to phase us through the van?"

The dog flattened his ears, but nodded. "Not my first choice, I assure you, but at the speed Arthur's going-- or lack thereof-- it shouldn't be a difficult task to accomplish."

Lewis mimicked the gesture and, belatedly, Mystery realized that he'd been pressing his arms against the phantom wound again, like he was trying to hide it from a nonexistent audience. He let the behavior slide this time-- though it did make him wonder about the earlier 'sulking'-- and stayed quiet as Lewis gathered him up and launched the both of them at the slow moving vehicle.

They wound up barreling through the windshield and tumbling to a halt in the back, eliciting twin shrieks from Arthur and Vivi, the latter of whom clamored halfway out of her seat to stare into the hold. Even in the darkness, her smile lit up her entire face as she asked, "Couldn't just wait for us, huh?"

"Arthur, speed up." Mystery said in lieu of a greeting, "We don't want to have any more friendly chats tonight. Vivi, sit properly and put your seatbelt on. And you," He rounded on the space Lewis had to occupy, based solely on the magenta glow. "That wasn't quite as horrible as last time. You're getting better at this."

"Hurray." He answered, amusement creeping into his tone despite the heavy layering of sarcasm. "I'm getting better at being dead."

"Oh, just take the compliment."

Reluctantly, Vivi wriggled back into her seat, head swiveling as she watched the stationary vehicle temporarily light up only to go dark again a second later. The detail didn't escape Arthur's notice, and he spared her a quick look. "See? That's why you use Lewis as a reading light and not the van."

She stuck her tongue out at him before leaning backwards, trying to look into the hold upside-down. "You make a better reading nest than this old thing anyway."

"Hurray." Lewis repeated, though the effort was foiled by the laughter that bubbled up before he'd even gotten the word out.

"You guys are so lucky you got out of the 'intervention'." With one hand, Arthur let go of the wheel to add the obligatory scare quotes. "Those people just wouldn't take 'no, we've got it covered' for an answer. At least we aren't like that. Anymore. Were we ever like that?"

Mystery snorted, finally turning his attention from the rear window as the last trace of the would-be ghost hunters disappeared into the night. "You don't want me to answer that."

And, for awhile, the ride lapsed into a comfortable rhythm. Mystery found his way into the front seat and curled up between Arthur and Vivi, listening to the conversation: complaints and rude remarks about the latest venture, debate over the usage of incense in the van, thinly veiled accusations of Deadbeats hiding important tools and, of course, heated discussion over the radio station.

It only lasted as long as the drive did, but that was better than nothing.

As was often the case, the rest stop they pulled into was deserted; given the hour and location, it was hardly a surprise. The light emanating from the post Arthur parked next to was dim, but enough to see by so long as one was in the van's front.

Vivi abandoned her excavation of the glove compartment-- dropping their abused map and an equally battered notebook she used to track investigations-- and made a desperate bid for freedom, bursting out the passenger-side door into the night.

"I can breathe again!"

Arthur rolled his eyes and grinned lopsidedly at Lewis as he pocketed the keys. "Weird how fresh air is such a commodity here. Any idea why my van smells like an aromatherapist's office? Any ideas? I'm stumped."

His grin tapered off when he realized that, instead of vaulting the front seat to join them, Lewis had shrunk back into the body of the van where only his eyes were visible. It was a far cry from how he'd been leaning backwards against the seat to socialize just minutes prior.

Briefly, Arthur's eyes flicked to Mystery, who stared back at him evenly. It was supposed to be a non-answer, but it told him what he wanted to know. So, keys jingling in his vest pocket, he hopped back into the van and knelt on the seat, mechanical arm hanging limply over the backrest as he leaned into the other.

"So. Today was fun. Plenty of paranormal activity and active paranormalists to keep everyone entertained-- some of us more than others." At the lack of any response-- beyond vague agreement-- Arthur sighed and abandoned his perch entirely, slipping behind it into the hold. "It's what that lady said, isn't it? Listen Lew, you know Vivi and I don't--"

As though summoned by the sound of her name, Vivi called, "Oh boooooys," and ran the length of the van, tapping at the siding with her nails. She stopped at the back doors knocked on them in rapid succession, waited long enough to serve as a dramatic pause, and threw the doors open with a cry of "Come out, come out and plaaaay!"

Arthur winced as the doors creaked on their hinges, and was about to remind Vivi 'easy does it' when he noticed something amiss. Blindly, he reached into the darkness after Lewis and pulled his hand back when it encountered something sharp.

"I was way off base; it wasn't what that girl said, it was the spell. What's wrong? What did it do to you?"

"Spell?" Vivi echoed, brows knit together and previous mischief forgotten, "What spe-- oh. That spell. Don't worry so much, it was just for true sight, and it's not like there's anyone around to see."

There was a scuffle from up front then the sound of paws on asphalt and Mystery's voice rang out before he even rounded the corner of the van. "Exactly, it's nothing to worry about. Arthur, might I suggest that you, Vivi and I take a walk?"

"What. Is. Wrong?"

The dog winced and looked to Vivi for backup, but found none. "Nothing's 'wrong' per se…"

He went safely ignored as Arthur and Vivi shared a look and, in unison, turned to stare into the shadows.

"How 'bout this: we find a place to talk and work all this out?"

There was a beat of silence and the magenta glow disappeared as Lewis sighed, "That's really sweet, Vivi, but I'd rather not."

"Why?"

"I just-- don't want you guys to have to see this. Go ahead and get some fresh air; I'll be fine here."

Vivi sighed and puffed her cheeks up. That made things substantially harder. If Lewis had convinced himself that he was doing this for her and Arthur's benefit, he wasn't going to budge on the issue. Not even death had managed to interfere with the force of nature that was Lewis's protective streak.

Still, she didn't understand the first part. What was there to see? True sight swept illusions away and kept them from being reestablished; even if the skeletal projection was Lewis's natural state-- and she knew for a fact that it wasn't-- there was no reason to hide.

"Please don't press the matter," Mystery said, leaping up into the back. "It will resolve itself. If it makes you feel better, I'll stay here and play 'guard dog' while you're away."

Her frown didn't lessen, but Vivi shrugged. "Who needs 'away'? We have full rein of the parking lot and all the fresh air we can handle-- that's good enough for me."

"You don't have to--"

Arthur snorted, cutting off a protest he'd heard dozens upon dozens of times in the past. "You keep thinkin' that, bud. Say it enough and maybe you'll convince one or two of the Deadbeats. Maybe."

As though he expected that to summon the wispy ghosts, Arthur glanced around and, assured that the little troublemakers weren't about to play any trick on him, blindly reached out to find the wall of the van. Once he successfully located it, he leaned back and slid down to the floor in an undignified-- but comfortable-- heap.

"So how'd you convince Mystery to let you phase him through the van, anyway?"

Scoffing, the dog in question trotted back into the van's darkened innards, leaving Vivi standing, idle and alone, at the back doors.

That just wouldn't do.

'Alone' she could handle but 'idle' she could not-- not when she had an investigation log to update and a conversation to eavesdrop on. That wasn't to say that the conversation in back was a secret or that she wasn't welcome to join, but it was more fun to think that there was some element of subterfuge involved. Besides, she couldn't record the day's events and talk at the same time; the one time she'd tried it, the results had been indecipherable.

Even though it would have been nice to run around a little, she could think of worse things to do. She still got her fresh air as she scribbled away in her notebook, heels knocking against the van's siding as she absently kicked her feet.

All things considered, it was an acceptable substitute-- up until Vivi turned the cab light on to scrutinize the map.

Arthur immediately fell silent, which wouldn't have been entirely unusual, but there wasn't any follow-up commentary from either of his conversation partners or any other indication that somebody had said something strange enough to render the lot of them speechless. Confused, Vivi straightened up in time to see Lewis scramble to cover the gaping hole that tore through his chest. It was a doomed attempt, doing nothing to obscure the dried blood caking his vest or the other, more minor puncture wounds. If anything, it only served to prominently show off the tip of a stalagmite that had, somehow, lodged itself in his arm.

Vivi felt her jaw drop and, on their own accord, her hands flew to her mouth.

"S-sorry." The ghost said, stubbornly refusing to meet anyone's eyes as he hugged his arms tighter around himself. "Sorry. It's pretty bad. I didn't want you to…"

Despite having gone so pale he looked ill, Arthur picked the abandoned train of thought up on Lewis's behalf. "Have to see it. Yeah. You mentioned that." / "Wh-what happened? Are you, y'know, okay?"

--

As promised, they found him at the picnic area across the parking lot. He was sitting at a table full of Deadbeats, chin propped up on one hand as he skimmed through one of Vivi's tomes. In theory, all of that was perfectly fine.

In actuality, five of the six wisps had seated themselves properly on the picnic benches while the sixth threaded itself through their leader's torso, staring blankly at the open book but still looking completely thrilled with the situation.

Lewis didn't even seem aware of it until, in his haste to cover the wound at their approach, he flipped the book upwards and hugged it to his chest. The offending Deadbeat phased through it, squeaked in dismay, and retreated.

#ihaveatheoryonthat MSA #mystery skulls #writing scraps

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Remus Gets Out

More Than The Sum Of Our Parts

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Deceit woke up to a strong sense that something was wrong. He had no idea what, but it just felt wrong. He got up and walked into the common room. A few of the others were awake, but seemed pretty calm. He made breakfast, hoping that the smell would draw the rest of them out of their rooms without tipping them off that he was checking on them. 

It worked, except that Remus didn’t come out. It was very possible that he was in his side of the Imagination, and even more possible that he was eating something of his own. 

Deceit, still trying to be as subtle as possible, walked all over their side of the mind, looking for what it was that was making him feel so wrong. 

He finally stopped at the door to the Light Side. There was a hole in the corner. It was small, just barely larger than his hand, but it immediately sent Deceit into a panic. It had to be Remus. 

••^*^••

Patton screamed. There was something in the kitchen. The light from the living room wasn’t enough to see what it was, but he didn’t dare get closer to turn on the kitchen light. The rustling just got louder. 

“Patton! Are you alright?” Virgil was quickly coming down the stairs behind him. 

“S-something’s in there.” Patton pointed shakily towards the dark kitchen. 

Virgil’s face hardened. He turned on his phone flashlight and kept it pointed in front of him as he walked into the kitchen. He flipped the light on. There was a screech, and something flew at his head. 

Virgil ducked, only to get crashed into by some animal. He yelled and flung it away. It ran off immediately. 

Patton poked up from behind the couch. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” Virgil growled. “It scratched me, but it’s gone now.”

“It’s still somewhere, though.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s one of Roman’s figments, and got out of the imagination somehow. Once he gets up we can have him take it back.”

Patton got down the first aid kit. “For now though, Virgil, you’re my hero!”

Virgil blushed. “I didn’t even do much.”

“You confronted something creepy for me. And you’re about to be brave and sit still so I can clean up the scratches you got.”

Virgil groaned, but he was smiling. 

••^*^••

Logan was trying just having his wings out. It was still baby steps, but he was working on it. He was in his room reading, but the door was halfway open. 

There was an odd sound from the hallway, and when he turned to look, an animal darted into his room and started climbing his wings. Logan let out a very unprofessional squeak as he jumped up and tried to shake it off. 

Finally managed to grab it and pull it off. It squirmed and scratched at his arm, but he had grabbed close enough to its neck that at least it couldn’t bite him. It was a raccoon. 

Logan carried it into his corner of the imagination, which Roman had made into a lab for him, and dropped the raccoon into a cage. The cage was large, but the bars were close enough together that it couldn’t get out. Logan picked up the phone. 

“Roman, there’s a figment of yours that got out. I’ve caught it, but I’d appreciate it if you would retrieve it.”

“Sure. I’m just a bit busy at the moment, but as soon as Thomas is up for the day I’ll deal with it.”

“Yes, that would be ideal.”

“Great! See you later then, specs.” Roman hung up. 

Logan turned around and startled. In the cage, instead of a raccoon, was Remus. He grinned. 

“What do we get to do till then?” He asked excitedly. “Are you going to experiment on me? What if I drink one of those beakers? Will my stomach blow up?”

“Remus!”

“Or what if you cut me open? I wonder what all you’d find. Ooh! If you find the spray paint marble I want it back. I’ve been waiting and waiting but it hasn’t come out yet.”

“No.”

Remus pouted. “You’re no fun. What are we going to do then?”

“Nothing. We’re going to wait here until Roman comes.”

Remus chortled. “Nah, that’d be boring.” He levered his feet against the bars and pushed until they split, leaving cuts along his calves. In a flash he was a raccoon again and darting through the holes and out of the lab. 

Logan tried in vain to catch him, but Remus was fast, and trying not to be caught. 

••^*^••

Deceit crept through the light side. Hopefully, both he and Remus would be unnoticed. Though honestly, he could not see any way of that happening.

Suddenly he was bowled over by Remus. 

“Deedee! It’s so fun! Why’d you ever lock the door?”

“Because Thomas wants you here. He wants both of us here. Don’t come back, Remus.”

“No! Nothing ever happens on our side.”

“You don’t have a whole half of the imagination!”

Remus pouted. “But no one wants to do anything with me!”

Deceit wrapped his arms tightly around Remus. “Don’t come back!”

Remus squirmed, but couldn’t overpower Deceit. Suddenly he shifted, and slipped out before Deceit could grab him again. He disappeared down the hallway just as quickly, before Deceit could even get up. 

Deceit sighed. He’d have to get the light sides to help. He went into their living room, where Virgil already was. Virgil of course didn’t trust him, but soon Logan and Patton came, and Deceit explained the situation to them. 

••^*^••

“I’m just going to use a little of this now, right at the end,” Remy said, an almost sadistic smile on his face. “Just a taste before his alarm goes off.”

“That’s evil,” Roman said. 

“Serves him right for setting the alarm in the first place.” Remy retorted, picking up the bag with the most exciting dream Roman had ready in it. “See you in a bit, babes!”

But before he had the chance to leave, Remus appeared, leaning on the door frame. “Hi! Can I play too?”

“Absolutely not,” Roman growled, drawing his sword. “I don’t know how you got in—“

Remus giggled, summoning his own weapon. “Yes! Let’s fight and smash all these pretty bottles.”

Roman faltered slightly, but Remy slid forward and covered Remus’s eyes with his hand, momentarily making him very sleepy. Roman tackled Remus to the ground and wrested the Morningstar from his hand. Remy dumped the entirety of the dream dust onto Remus’s face. 

Remus twitched and laughed, inhaling far too much dream dust for one person at once, and let out a sigh as if in ecstasy. 

“Thanks,” Roman said. “I’ll get him back where he belongs now.”

“Do that.”

Roman sunk out with Remus into the living room. He was surprised to see Patton, Logan, Virgil, and Deceit all there. 

“Roman!” Patton said. 

“Remus,” Deceit said. 

Upon hearing his name, Remus sneezed, and a cloud of dream dust sparkled up. Both Logan and Deceit stiffened up for a moment, covering their mouth and nose. 

“Oh, my,” Patton said, sitting down. 

Virgil moaned as if in pain, covering his ears with his hands and crumpling to the floor. 

Roman had had enough experience with the dust that this little didn’t affect him too strongly. 

“I could use your help getting him back home, Deceit.” Roman said. 

Deceit nodded, but Remus bolted upright. “No! I don’t want to go back yet!” His eyes were still unfocused, so he was probably still under many of the dream effects, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t be able to do a lot of damage if one of them tried grabbing him. 

“How about this,” Patton said, surprisingly aware for having just been dream dusted. “You came here because you were bored. So we will each give you a present. Something new to play with.”

Remus only considered for half a second, perhaps because he knew that they’d take him back eventually either way. “Deal.”

“Wait here.” Patton said, going to his room. 

“Fine, if I have to give you something,” Roman said. There was a wastebasket in his room, and in it he had put all the crinkly foil wrappers that he had, perfectly smoothed out. He snapped it to his hand. It wasn’t huge, but Remus would get a kick out of balling up the colorful foil. He handed the basket to Remus. 

Even though his face was a mess of matted glitter it still managed to light up. 

“I suppose I’ll give you something then,” Logan said, his nose wrinkling slightly. He left the room just as Patton got back. 

Patton held out a yellow bucket, full of a sickly green slime. “Here!” He even seemed glad to do it. 

As soon as the bucket was in his hand, Remus stuck his face down in it. When he sat up again, most of the dream dust was stuck to the slime, and he had slime in his hair and mustache. He looked a lot more aware than he had a few minutes ago. 

Roman stuck his hand on the hilt of his sword, just in case. 

“I love it!” Remus said exuberantly. 

Logan got back just then and dropped a small container in Remus’s lap. “There. I’m willing to bet you’ve never tasted something like that before.” 

Remus opened the container. It was a powder that Logan sometimes put on his wings. He sniffed loudly, inhaling some, and causing most of the other people in the room to cringe. 

“Mm, I haven’t had something like this before.”

Everyone looked at either Virgil or Deceit. Virgil was only barely getting over the effects of the dream dust. 

“Florida man,” he slurred. “Look it up.”

Remus snapped and a phone appeared in his hand. He tapped away a few times before gasping. “How?! How have I never heard of this?!? This is an outrage! It’s beautiful!”

Virgil smirked. Patton helped him to the couch, where he laid down and covered his face with his hood. 

“What about you, Deedee?” Remus asked. 

“I’ll not give you mine when we’re home again.” Deceit promised. 

“Alright.” Remus slumped. “It’s a shame to go back. You’re all so fun! I’ll be sure to visit again!” He got up and followed Deceit. 

Roman followed them to make sure they made it back through the door and to help Deceit fix the hole. 

••^*^••

Once back in the dark side commons, Remus eagerly showed off all his presents to the others. 

“And Deedee still has to give me one too!” 

Deceit walked in and handed Remus a piece of snakeskin. “Here. It isn’t from the last time I shed.”

Remus’s eyes lit up and he shoved it into his mouth. 

Deceit’s nose wrinkled. “I’m so glad you feel the need to do that in front of me.”

“It doesn’t taste as strongly as I would have guessed,” Remus commented. 

#remus sanders #deceit sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #remy #sleep sanders #sympathetic deceit #sympathetic remus #platonic demus #more than the sum of our parts

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Unintentional love (Elu fake dating AU) Ch. 3 - Never again

Elu fake dating AU chapter 3 is up. As always, comments and feedback is very welcome. I hope you enjoy, let me know what you think. Find it on AO3 here.

”Oh my God Lucas, just pick a fucking shirt, they all look the same” Basile grunted.

The boys had spent the last hour in the same mens-wear shop, trying to find a new shirt for Lucas to wear to the party tomorrow.

”Honestly Lucas, you’re already dating the guy, why are you so stressed out?” Arthur asked sympathetically, while Yann picked up two shirts and headed for the dressing room.

”Fuck off, I just thought it would be nice to look good for once, it has nothing to do with him” Lucas said, not completely being able to hide his blush.

He had never been the type to care about what he was wearing, but even though he’d rather eat dirt than admit it, he was probably trying harder because he wanted to impress Eliott. He knew he didn’t stand a chance anyway, and Eliott was just helping him out to be friendly, probably because he didn’t have many friends at his new school, but he couldn’t help but want to look a bit different at the party, and maybe, just maybe impress Eliott a little bit.

“Fuck it, I’ll just wear the same shit I usually wear, let’s go get something to eat, I’m starving” he said, giving up on trying to find anything nice. Everything he’d tried on was either way too expensive or way too .. not him.

“FINALLY, I was beginning to think I’d have to eat the granola bar that’s been in my bag for four years” Basille exclaimed, almost running out of the shop.

“Yeah, let me just pay for this and we can get out” Yann said, fishing for his wallet in his bag.

After they exited the shop, they found a nice little café with cheap pizzas and beers to hang out at. It was nice to chill with the boys, they didn’t do this kind of stuff often, but when they did, Lucas always enjoyed it, even though they drove him mad half the time. This time was no exception. They’d all been grilling him about Eliott all week, and Lucas had successfully avoided the topic every time.

“So tell us something about this mystery guy” Yan said, while cutting his pizza with the shitty plastic knife and fork the café had given them.

“I already told you guys a thousand times, there’s not much to say. We’ve just hung out a few times and well, yeah we’re seeing each other I guess” Lucas answered, trying to avoid the topic yet again.

“Nu-uh” Basile said taking a sip of his beer, “you’re not getting off the hook so easy this time. Tell us something about him, I mean how did you manage to hook up with him? He looks like an actual model, if I was gay or bi or whatever, he’d be on my TO-DO list” he said laughing at his own joke.

Lucas couldn’t argue with that. Eliott did look like a model. His perfectly messy hair, his signature brown jacket, and those eyes.. those eyes that Lucas saw every time he closed his eyes, were out of this world. But what did Lucas actually know about Eliott? He knew that he was absolutely stunning, that he apparently was interested in the foyer, he had no social media (none that Lucas could find anyway) and that he drew weird looking rats in the library alone. It wasn’t much to go on, and if this whole pretending to date thing was going to work, he needed more. He pulled out his phone and found his newly added contact: Mon mec <3

Lucas: Tell me three things I should know about you

As soon as he hit the send button, he started worrying. That was a weird text to send out of the blue right? Shit Eliott didn’t even have his number, he should probably tell him who’s texting.

Lucas: This is Lucas btw. Lucas: Your pretend mec, haha

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Putain, what the hell was that mess? He’d sent three incoherent messages and not surprisingly Eliott left him on read. Fuck, was he even going to show up to the party tomorrow after Lucas sent him weird ass shit like that?

“Are you texting your boyfriend?” Arthur asked, mouth full of peperoni pizza, oil dripping down his chin.

“Nah, it’s Mika, he forgot his keys, so I have to head back, see you guys tomorrow” he said, desperate to get out of there, go home and bang his head against the wall until brain cells, that he obviously didn’t have, magically started to appear.

“Okay, see you tomorrow man, can’t wait to meet Eliott” Yann said, with such an honest smile that it broke Lucas’ heart. He really hated lying to his friends, especially Yann.

“Yeah, he can’t wait to meet you guys either” he answered, putting on his scarf, feeling like an absolutely horrible friend.

____

When he finally got home he threw himself on the bed and yanked his phone out of his pocket. Still no answer from Eliott. Of course not, why would he answer such silly messages from a complete stranger? While Lucas was contemplating how to tell the boys that Eliott would not attend the party tomorrow, without letting them know that he’d been lying he heard a pling.

Eliott: Phew, you just go straight to the personal questions, huh Lucas?

Shit, he’d offended Eliott. Of course he had. He could have at least started off with a ‘hey’ or a ‘thanks for agreeing to be my pretend boyfriend and going to a party with a bunch of people you don’t know’.

Lucas: I’m so sorry, I know that was totally out of the blue and weird

Eliott: Hahah, I’m kidding Lucas.

Lucas felt a weight lift off his chest. So Eliott wasn’t upset with him?

Eliott: I’ve actually just spent the last hour thinking of a good answer and I think I have it, are you ready?

Lucas: I’m ready, hit me

His heart starting racing out of nowhere. The prospect of getting to know Eliott, even if it was just three facts, had him sitting on the edge of his bed, tapping his foot on the floor in pure anticipation.

Eliott: 1. My spirit animal is a raccoon. 2. My favorite music is dubstep. 3. You’ll have to earn the third.

Lucas read and reread the message for what might have been ten times. Dubstep? Really? How was this mystery guy, who looked and talked like an actual angel, into freaking dubstep? Also, a spirit animal? Lucas had never even considered what his might be, but God, Eliott was an actual dork.

Lucas: How do I earn the third?

Eliott: I’m sure you’ll figure something out.

Shit, was Eliott flirting with him, or was Lucas just imagining things? He decided not to dwell on it and continued tapping on his phone, forming a response quickly, so Eliott didn’t think he’d left him on read.

Lucas: So those rats with masks on them that you were drawing in the library were actually raccoons?

Eliott: RATS?! Wow Lucas, you’re already breaking my heart and we’ve only been dating for a week.

His heart started racing. He felt kind of sorry for teasing Eliott about his drawings, but he couldn’t help himself. He wondered if Eliott also had a huge grin plastered on his face right now, because Lucas sure as shit did.

Lucas: I’m a real heartbreaker, sorry

Eliott: Yeah, I noticed at the bus stop, no mercy huh? Eliott: So it’s your turn now, no?

The grin that had been dominating his face during the entire conversation fell as soon as he saw the message. Eliott had probably, maybe, meant it as a joke, but the prospect of Eliott thinking he was cold hearted, made him want to cry.

Lucas: Actually, I’ve got to go, I have a ton of homework. See you tomorrow at the party.

Eliott: Okay, see you tomorrow.

He threw his phone on the other side of the bed and buried his face in his pillows. He definitely wasn’t ready for tomorrow.

______

Lucas was standing in front of the bathroom mirror trying to tame his hair. He’d been in need of a haircut for a while now, but he barely had money to pay the rent, so spending money on a haircut was the furthest from his mind, when Mika barged in. “Looking good kitten, meeting up with your new man?” he said, toying with Lucas’ hair. “Yeah, we’re going to a party tonight” he answered, swatting away Mikas hands. “Bring him over to the apartment some time, I have to approve before you take the next step you know” he said, still playing with Lucas’ hair, not getting the hint. “Need to see what his intentions are with our little kitten” he continued, laughing. “Gosh, can you please fuck off Mika, the last thing I need is you scaring him away with your sex talk” Lucas answered, starting to get slightly annoyed. “Gee always so touchy, you know you have to loosen up a bit, or you’ll never get any dick” he exclaimed, finally pulling his hands away in defeat. “Have fun, remember to use a condom” he finished with a wink, leaving Lucas’ hair in a worse state than it was to begin with.

As soon as Lucas left the apartment he regretted not bringing his scarf. The cool night air was already starting to sting, and he could feel his ears starting to cramp from the cold. He’d agreed to meet Eliott halfway, so they could arrive together, making the whole thing seem more believable.

“Salut” he heard a voice from behind. There he was, Eliott Demaury in all his glory. He looked stunning as always, wearing a white t-shirt, a skin tight leather jacket and skinny denim jeans, showing off his perfect figure. Lucas was pretty sure his mouth was starting to water, but he tried not to dwell too much on it. “Salut” he answered, trying to sound nonchalant, and probably failing miserably. “Let’s go” Eliott said as he started walking. Lucas was struggling to keep up, seeing as Eliott’s legs were much longer than his, almost jogging next to the taller boy.

As they walked, it almost felt like they’d known each other for ages. Lucas kept joking about the raccoon drawings, while Eliott dramatically clutched his chest, as if Lucas was breaking his heart all over again. They talked about music, which subjects they liked and disliked, which movies they liked (Eliott’s favorite was Titanic, how cliché), until they finally circled back to the drawings.   “You know for someone who looks so innocent, you sure can be a sarcastic little shit” Eliott laughed, after Lucas, once again, had made fun of the drawings. “I’m sorry. And I don’t look innocent” he said, another laugh escaping him. “Yeah you do. You’re short but spikey” Eliott said continuing “you know what you remind me of?” “What?” Lucas said, looking up at the taller boy, clinging on to every word he said. “A hedgehog” he said, bursting into giggles. “A what?! I do NOT look like a hedgehog” Lucas exclaimed, trying to look upset, but he was pretty sure the huge ass grin on his face gave him away. “Whatever you say, but I’m pretty sure that a hedgehog is your spirit animal” Eliott said, lightly puffing Lucas shoulder. Lucas couldn’t help but smile at how cute Eliott looked when he was smiling and joking and he wished that they could just keep walking for hours, talking and laughing.

As they reached the apartment, Eliott swung his arm around Lucas, who involuntarily flinched. “Calm down, it’s just for show right?” Eliott said, seemingly amused by the expression on Lucas’ face. “Yeah, sorry” he answered, staring down at the ground. As soon as they entered the smoke filled apartment, they were greeted with his loud friends. “LUCAAAAAAS” Basille screamed, trying to drown out the music. Yann shook Eliott’s hand, introducing himself as Lucas’ best friend, and Lucas felt a pang of guilt wash over him again. He really hated lying to his friends.

After the boys had introduced themselves, they all went out onto the balcony, where Arthur was trying to roll a joint, but failing miserably, having drunken one beer too many. “Here, let me” Eliott said, reaching out and taking the paper and weed from Arthurs trembling hands. “Damn, good looking and good with his hands, what a catch Lucas” Basile exclaimed, and Lucas had a sudden urge to throw him over the balcony. “I’m the one who got lucky” Eliott said with a wink, not taking his eyes off Lucas. He couldn’t help think of, how in another universe, they were actually dating, and he was happy and contempt with his friends and his gorgeous boyfriend getting along. But right here, right now, it all felt a little bit too much, and Eliott’s gaze made him feel sad about all the things he wished he could have but didn’t.

“It’s getting pretty cold, I think I’m going to head inside” Lucas said, grabbing his beer from the balcony floor. “I’ll go with you, here you go” Eliott said handing over the joint to Arthur, “nice to meet you guys, we’ll catch up later” he continued as he swung his arm around Lucas, and opened the balcony door for him. They had only been doing this for an hour or so, but it was already proving very difficult for Lucas to handle it. Every move Eliott made, seemed effortless and natural, he almost let himself believe for a second that they weren’t pretending.

They headed inside, and got comfortable on a couch in the corner. “Your friends are cool” Eliott said, taking a sip of his beer. “Yeah they’re great, they can be a pain in the ass, but they’re really the best friends a guy could wish for” Lucas answered honestly. “I’m jealous of you, you know” Eliott said, staring intensely at Lucas. “Huh?” “You have these great friends, and I can tell how much they care about you just by the way they were trying to impress me, it’s adorable” Eliott said, his smile dropping faintly. “I’m sure your friends are great as well” he answered, trying to cheer Eliott up, desperate to see him smile again. “Yeah, something like that” he said, putting the beer bottle to his mouth, almost finishing it in one sip. “I’m gonna get another one, can I get you anything mon mec?” he asked a playful smile lingering on his lips. “No I’m good, thanks” Lucas said, a faint blush appearing.

Eliott had been gone for almost twenty minutes and Lucas was starting to get worried. As he was getting up to look for him, a guy came over and sat down next to him. Lucas looked at him, and got the feeling he’d seen the guy before, but he couldn’t quite make him out. He had long blond hair, tied up in a tight bun, wearing a navy blue shirt and a silver necklace around his neck. “Salut, I’m Curtis” he said, handing Lucas a new beer. “Salut, Lucas” he answered, still scanning the room for Eliott. “Why do I get the feeling that I’ve seen you before?” he asked, confirming Lucas’ suspicion that he looked familiar. “I’m not sure, but I think I’ve seen you before as well” he answered, not fully committing to the conversation, still concerned about Eliott’s whereabouts. “I’m friends with Idriss, maybe you know Imane?” the guy said, scanning Lucas’ face, trying to catch his eye. “Are you looking for someone?” he finally asked. “Yeah sorry, I’m looking for my uh.. my-my boyfriend, Eliott” Lucas said, feeling awkward saying the lie out loud to a stranger. “Eliott is your boyfriend?” the guy asked, looking surprised. “Yeah, uhm why- do you know him?” Lucas answered, nervous that he’d overstepped, by calling Eliott his boyfriend to someone who might actually know him. “I don’t know him personally, but Idriss mentioned him a few times” he said, continuing “but uhm I saw Eliott on my way over here. He went into a room with Lucille, his ex-girlfriend” he said, looking slightly uncomfortable. “His what?” Lucas asked, his heart stopping for a few seconds. Eliott had an ex-girlfriend? Here at the party? Why hadn’t he told him? “Yeah, I recognized her from some photos Idriss showed me of them a while back” Curtis continued. Lucas could feel the heat rising to his face. He felt like he’d been completely fucked over. If Eliott wanted to hang out with his ex, which probably wasn’t an ex anymore if they’d spent such a long time alone in a room, he could have just told him.

“Hey, come on, I’m sure they’re just talking” Curtis said, trying to cheer Lucas up, who was now busy fiddling with the sticker on his beer, trying to hold the tears at bay. Why was he so upset? Eliott had upheld his part of the deal, he’d met his friends as Lucas had asked, so he probably thought it was done and over with. “I have an idea, let’s get some shots huh?” the blonde said, getting up and pulling Lucas up with him, dragging him into the kitchen.

Ten minutes and five shots later, Lucas was absolutely fucked. His vision was blury and he could feel himself babbling, not sure what words were coming out of his mouth, but apparently Curtis, who hadn’t stopped laughing for two whole minutes, found it very entertaining. “Can I tell you a secret” Lucas said leaning into Curtis, almost whispering in his ear. “Yeah, shoot” “Eliott and I aren’t actually dating” he said bursting out on laughter. It all seemed so funny and stupid right now. They hadn’t even been able to keep up the act for one night before Eliott was off with his ex and Lucas was spilling the secret to strange guys. “Come again?” Curtis said, seemingly confused. “Yeah, we’re just pretending, it’s aaaaaall fun and games” Lucas continued, still laughing like a maniac. “But why?” “Was trying” he was literally struggling for air, it all seemed so silly right now, he couldn’t stop laughing, “to get rid of a girl” he finally managed, taking another shot, almost spitting it out in the process, not being able to contain his laughter. “Wow, that’s.. that’s a relief” Curtis finally said. “Huh?” Lucas had finally stopped laughing and looked at Curtis, for the first time tonight he noticed how he was actually quite handsome. Not Lucas’ type at all, blondes just weren’t his thing, but he was definitely good-looking. “That means that I get to ask you out, what do you say” Curtis said, flashing a smile at Lucas. Lucas wasn’t sure what was happening, but he found himself giggling “suuuuure thing” he managed, between giggles. He was definitely too drunk, because this guy couldn’t actually just have asked him out right? And what had he answered? He suddenly couldn’t remember anything. But before he had time to process what just happened, and what he’d said, he felt his stomach turning. Without a word, he ran to the bathroom, knocking over some girl in the process, desperate to reach the toilet before he spilled his insides all over the floor.

After five minutes, Lucas had thrown up everything he’d drank all night and probably all of his meals the past five days. He managed to get up and wash his mouth and face, and got out of the bathroom, desperately looking for his jacket. He needed air, he needed to get out of here, when a hand touched his shoulders. “Eliott?” he said turning around, not able to hide his disappointment when he saw the blonde guy before him. “Hey are you okay? You just ran away, and locked yourself inside the bathroom, I was getting worried” “Yeah I’m f-fine” he managed “have you seen Eliott?” “He left with Lucille, I think” Curtis said, not meeting Lucas’ eyes. “Oh.. of-c-of course.. I should go as well” “Want me to walk you home?” Curtis asked, hand still on Lucas’ shoulder. “No, no, I’m good, I’ll see you later yeah?” he said, grabbing his coat from the couch and practically sprinting out of the apartment.

He wasn’t sure how or when he got home, but he finally managed to get to the apartment and throw himself on the bed, not bothering to take off his clothes. ‘Never drinking again’, he thought to himself, closing his eyes, trying to will the room not to spin, never again.

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Touch of Sleep {Remy && Virgil}

Summary: Virgil can't sleep, and he knows exactly who to help him best. He also knows exactly how to reward Remy for that hard work...Virgil just won't be awake for it. {Requested!}

Warnings: Somnophilia, but it’s consensual!

Word count: 926

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Virgil groaned, borderline losing his mind. It’d been days since he’d gotten a decent sleep. Thomas wasn’t helping, not with how he insisted on staying up late, stressing over every minute detail, trying to ensure perfection when it was unobtainable—okay, Virgil was slipping into a hole again. He needed to sleep, but he couldn’t. He’d been trying everything. He’d gone to Logan, to Patton, whose methods were...very different. Virgil would try Roman, but he was partly at fault for Thomas’ late nights, working on projects. So, who did they go to when they couldn’t sleep? 

Virgil sighed. 

“You must be truly desperate to come to me,” Remy drawled, cocking his head to look over his shoulder at the newcomer to his room. Virgil had his arms crossed tight over his chest, staring Remy down. 

“Listen, you little sleep demon,” Virgil grumbled, his voice heavy with exhaustion. “I need your help. It’s been days.” 

Remy tutted, drawing himself up off the couch and swaying over to Virgil. He cupped the anxious side’s face, looking him over. “I can tell,” Remy said, grinning right after the jab, like that softened it. “Come on, come on. Lie down. Let’s see what I can do, my little raccoon.”

Virgil hummed, allowing Remy to push him towards his bed. Remy’s bed was...something else. Every time you sunk onto it, it was like it welcomed you, beckoned you. You slipped into an entirely new world, a silk and plush world. Curtains swathed the bed, making it a dark, cool little haven. “Work your magic,” Virgil said, crawling into the mass of blankets and pillows. “And you can have a reward.” 

Remy paused, eyelids lowering as he looked Virgil over. “Oh?” he asked. They had gone over this before, and it wouldn’t be the first time. Virgil didn’t mind being played with while he slept, especially not when Remy put him so deep into sleep. It was just something they did together—even if Virgil didn’t remember, it always gave him vivid wet dreams and he woke up rested and satisfied. Granted, it made Remy smug as hell, but that was hot in its own right. 

Grabbing Virgil’s chin and tilting his face up, Remy pressed a kiss to Virgil’s mouth. “All right, babes. You’ve made my work cut out for me.” Laying himself beside Virgil, Remy wrapped an arm around Virgil’s waist and pulled him close. Virgil’s eyes were closed, but he listened to the familiar, soothing swishing of Remy’s sleeping sands. He had little machines all around the room, moving and twirling with the sand inside. The sand slipped against the curtains of the bed, comforting background noise and a promise of dreams. 

Remy began to hum, his voice a low timbre. It was a wordless, senseless song, and it washed over Virgil, mixing with the sand to form a blanket that weighed on Virgil and lured him into sleep. His breathing evened out, his body relaxed, and soon, he was out like a light. Nothing save for a panic attack was waking this little raccoon up. Remy smirked at a job well done...and at a reward well earned. Sliding his hand from Virgil’s chest and down to his pants, Remy sunk it past the waistband of Virgil’s sweatpants. 

Not surprisingly, Virgil was half-hard, probably anticipating this as much as Remy. Remy’s lips rested against the back of Virgil’s neck as he stroked along Virgil’s cock, working him into full hardness. Virgil shifted, rolling a bit more onto his back, a low groan rumbling in his throat. “Ssh...what a pretty babe,” Remy whispered, moving his free hand up Virgil’s shirt and pushing the cloth up his navel, exposing the expanse of milky skin that Remy loved to spoil. Remy moved carefully, shifting himself over Virgil so he could look down on him and appreciate the view. Sliding the sweatpants lower, Virgil’s cock popped free, standing at attention now. 

Leaning down, Remy licked a stripe from the base to the tip of Virgil’s cock, taking the head into his mouth. He bobbed his head, looking up at Virgil’s face to watch the array of expressions darting across his relaxed features. Virgil was so much fun to play with when he was asleep...so vulnerable, so soft. When he was awake, Virgil was much more...in control. Remy liked them both, but he favored treats like this. Relaxing his throat, Remy took Virgil down to the base, holding for a moment and listening to a filthy moan leave Virgil’s open mouth. 

Pulling off with a quiet gasp, Remy blinked away the reflexive tears in his eyes, grinning coyly. Reaching down to undo his pants, Remy crawled up the bed so his hips were level with Virgil’s. Grinding their cocks together, Remy thrust his hips against Virgil’s, biting his lip to swallow back a groan. The friction was wet, it was perfect, and Virgil’s sleeping face was so pretty. Remy watched Virgil’s eyelids flutter, knowing the man was deep in sleep. Even so, Virgil’s back arched, his body languidly rolling against Remy’s as he rutted against Virgil. 

“Fuck,” Remy hissed, shuddering as he started to come. He shut his eyes as he rocked his hips against Virgil’s still, riding out the high. He felt Virgil shuddering beneath him, and when Remy opened his eyes, there was definitely more of a mess than he could make by himself. Remy bit his lip at the sight, shivering. It was gorgeous, but the worst part about your partner being asleep...you had to clean up the mess by yourself. 

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