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omgreally · 3 years

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Hi there!

Could I please make a little request for Din?

"I didn't know where else to go"

Thank you, hope you're doing ok today! ❤

Hey lovely! First off, I am SO SORRY this took so long. I know it's been months and I have nothing but terrible excuses. Hopefully this makes up for it at least a little?

Shelter M, Din Djarin/Smuggler F!Reader, 2.1k words Warnings: Angst, drinking, unhealthy coping mechanisms, swearing, Helmetless!Din, lil bit of making out, brief almost-but-not-quite questionable consent, unresolved sexual tension (but who knows, maybe I'll do a Part II?) Summary: Mando has nothing left, nowhere to go. Except to you.

He stands on your doorstep, a soaking wet mass of metal and muscle. The rain falls in rolling sheets, sliding through his hair, down the back of his neck, underneath his cloak and in shining rivulets over his Beskar breastplate.

Without the helm, the Mandalorian looks...smaller, somehow, deflated, but maybe that’s just the defeated look lurking in the dark space behind his eyes.

He looks drained. Empty.

It’s him, though - nobody can fake pure Beskar armor, much less the set he wears. It’s mirror-finish, reflecting your stunned expression in rain-blurred steel.

You open your mouth to say something, but fail to find the words. They all seem so inadequate to address Mando standing in front of you, maskless.

He’s not quite looking at you, his gaze alternating between the ground and somewhere beyond your left ear. You resist the urge to glance behind you, instead taking him in, cataloguing the changes since you last saw him.

It’s been months, but it usually is. His circuitous route of bounty hunting doesn’t intersect with your parts of the Rim very much, which is fine; this way your businesses don’t overlap. As a smuggler, you’re far too likely to be on the wrong end of a tracking fob, so you stay away and so does he.

Once, you were a useful connection. You’re not sure when you crossed the line into ‘ally’, much less ‘friend’. Yet here he is, staring at you through the pouring rain. Helmet off, tucked almost protectively underneath his arm.

“I didn’t know where else to go,” he says, dully, and his voice sounds so different yet familiar that you experience a sense of disorientation, of the planet’s surface tilting beneath your feet as you re-orient yourself to this strange new reality where the Mandalorian comes to you for help.

Once, you would have asked for credits first. Now, all you say as you recover from your shock is, “Are you all right?” He shakes his head mutely as you step back and allow him access into your planetside flat.

It’s small, so small that his arm brushes you as he steps over the threshold. You resist the odd urge to put a hand on his shoulder; you’ve never had to comfort him before, save for buying him a round at some space dive or other after a job gone bad. This is something different. This is something else entirely.

You don’t ask what happened. You doubt he’ll give you a straight answer anyway. And you don’t ask about the helmet. He takes a seat at the kitchenette counter and sets it down on the counter in front of him. The black, empty visor stares at you silently as you fetch a bottle of something cheap and strong and hand it to him, knowing he won’t need a glass.

Mando uncaps it and takes a long drag without a word. He makes a face - so strange to see the expressions that are usually hidden by the mask of the helmet - and suppresses a cough as he hands the bottle back to you. You shake your head and set it down next to the Beskar headpiece.

You’re not known for your empathy, and neither is he, so you settle on practicality which you know he appreciates. “Are you injured?” you ask, businesslike as you examine his face a little closer. There’s the bloom of a bruise on one temple, underneath the damp plaster of his dark hair.

“Not permanently,” he says, that trace of dry sardonicism that you usually find irresistibly hilarious now making you frown. “I’m fine,” he adds gruffly as he reads your expression. You huff, crossing your arms, but he says nothing more. Just picks up the bottle again and swigs with an audible “Ahh,” from his throat.

“Why are you here?” you ask, at last, after watching him drink for a minute in silence. Mando looks at you, at your eyes, and holds your gaze for a long, uncomfortable moment before he finally answers.

“I lost him.”

“The kid?” It feels like you’ve been hit, the air punched from your lungs. You assumed he was back on the Crest, asleep, not - gone.

You had only met the little gremlin twice, once when Mando needed fuel and ammo on the cheap, another for a place to lay low for a day or two. The weird green creature...grew on you, like a very cute fungus. His nonsensical babbling, insatiable appetite, and obvious love for the Mandalorian was infectious. You admit it; you were weak. You got fond. And, in turn, fonder of Mando himself.

And now…

“You found his people?” you manage, and it comes out in a croak. You clear your throat and Mando offers you the bottle. You take it, tossing your head back for a deep swig. It burns going down and warms the suddenly-cold cavity inside your chest.

“Yeah,” Mando says. “He’s...he’s safe, now.” The he was never safe with me is unspoken but you hear it anyway. You pass the bottle back to him.

“I’m sorry,” you say, and mean it. “I know...I know it was never a permanent arrangement, but he clearly meant a lot to you.”

“Yeah,” he says, looking down at his helmet before fitting the rim of the bottle to his lips, tossing his head back and draining the rest of its contents in several long gulps.

You watch the shape of his throat bob in his neck above the wet snarl of his cloak and look away quickly. A buzz is building in your veins already and he’s had most of the bottle - you’re surprised he’s still upright.

“You holing up in your junker tonight?” you wonder, after casting around for a change of subject. An expression of pain crosses Mando’s face, a grimace not caused by the alcohol, for just a second before it’s gone.

“The Crest is gone. Melted to slag and dust.” He says it without inflection, and that’s how you know it’s hurting him.

“Fuck,” you summarize elegantly. Mando nods.

“I haven’t got anything left,” he states. “No ship. No credits. No more favors to call in. Nothing.”

You reach out, more out of anger than anything else, and grab his hand, squeezing so tightly that the wet leather squelches. “Stop it,” you say harshly. “You have everything you need. You’re a kriffing Mandalorian.”

He snorts, pulling his hand away - with some effort. “Not anymore.” He stares down at his helmet, and beneath the scruff and fuzz and rain, his lips press together in a tight line.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“I broke my Creed,” he shrugs, setting a hand atop the smooth dome of Beskar. “More than once. Didn’t matter at the time. All that mattered...was saving the kid. Making sure he was safe.”

“Mission fucking accomplished, then,” you say, shaking your head. “You pick yourself up. You rebuild. You move on.”

“How can I?” He meets your gaze, and you flinch at the dark intensity of his - something molten, furious there that you’re suddenly afraid of. You haven’t forgotten the promise of violence coiled in his every limb. “I have nothing to go back to. Nowhere to go. That’s why I’m here.” He waves a gloved hand with obvious disgust, and for some reason, that hurts, a sting behind your breastbone like something almost physical.

Mando must see the look on your face, for he wilts like damp lettuce. “I didn’t mean-”

“It’s fine. I get it,” you say brusquely, your words clipped. You take the empty bottle from the counter, your fingers curling around the neck and squeezing, hard. “You come in here, beaten-up, drink my alcohol and drip all over my floors - but I’m the last place you’d go. I get it.”

He rises to his feet, and you forgot how tall he is, how broad. And despite - ormaybe because of - the unfamiliarity of his helmetless appearance, Mando is still intimidating. You don’t shrink back, though; you square your shoulders and your jaw and lift your chin in challenge.

“You’re the last person I’d put in danger,” he says in a low voice, a voice that stirs a strange sensation in the pit of your guts that you haven’t felt in a very, very long time.

“You forget what I do for a living?” you manage, your mouth suddenly dry. You swallow past it, tasting the aftertaste of alcohol and your own misplaced nervousness.

“I’ve been hunted from one end of the galaxy to the other,” he continues in that same husky baritone that makes your knuckles go white. “I wasn’t going to bring that down on you.”

“I appreciate that,” you manage, diplomatically - but he’s not having it, staring you down like his life depends on keeping eye contact. “But I’m a big girl. I can handle things myself.”

He looks you up and down - just once - but with such practiced ease that it makes you wonder how many times he’s done the same thing from beneath the visor. You shiver despite yourself.

“I know,” he says, and then before you can move or react or think, he lunges into your space and kisses you.

If you were shocked by Mando’s sudden appearance, you’re fucking floored by this. You don’t know how to react at first but he proves quickly to be competent enough at this to coax your lips apart with his and get you to kiss him back.

He tastes like a distant hint of blood and smoke and his body is solid as his arm snakes round your waist without you noticing and he pulls you to him. He holds you so that you’ll have to twist away to escape and with the confidence that says he knows you won’t want to.

And you don’t.

Instead you let the bottle fall and it clatters forgotten to the ground as you grab him by the pauldrons and let him lick into your mouth with the answering surge of your tongue and your hips pressing to his.

Mando kisses you like he needs to, and you realize that he’s half-hard already, impatiently nudging a knee between your thighs and pressing you to the wall. You break from his mouth to breathe and wonder if he’s ever had anything but this - a wild, fervid fumble of hurriedly-parted clothes and tangled limbs.

You don’t want to be this for him - a receptacle for his despair, his rage. You have too much of your own to deal with. But you can’t deny that you’ve thought about this, imagined something similar to this very scenario - but you never counted on the weight of emotion that comes with it.

“Stop, Mando,” you say as he sucks bruises into your neck, the edges of his teeth making your breath catch on nothing. He goes still, but his hands are tight on your hips, holding you to him. You can feel his breath, heavy and warm in your ear.

“Not like this,” you tell him. “You can stay, but we’re not doing this. Not like this.”

At first you think he’s not going to let you go, and the thrill that passes through you from the thought is unconscionable. But then his grip loosens and his leg withdraws and he steps back, out of your space. You rub your face with hands you can’t admit are shaking before finally looking up at him.

He looks wrecked. Broken. Staring at the ground, damp hair hanging over his forehead, and you catch the trembling twitch of his bottom lip even as he ducks his head to try to hide it.

“You can take my bunk,” you tell him. “We’ll talk in the morning. Okay?”

For a second you think he’s going to argue, or just...walk out. Relief blooms in you as he nods. He turns without a word to retrieve his helmet before he retreats down the hall.

You watch him go, and the slump to his shoulders breaks your heart. But he’s staying, and that’s something.

You never thought you’d have a broken Mandalorian sleeping in your bunk.

And you’re not sure if you regret the fact that you’re not there next to him.

#request #din djarin/f!reader #din djarin/reader #din djarin/you #mando/you #mando/reader #mando/f!reader #mando x you #din djarin x you

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sleepy-dreamers-inc · 3 years

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Being Exiled with Tommy Headcannons!|| 🥀

irl/ in-game

Genre| angst + comfort

h e a d c a n n o n s||

Sypnosis|

Both you and Tommy ended up getting exiled together.

Artist| OliverSonder on twitter!!

Warnings] mentions of manipulation, character death, spoilers for Tommy’s Exile Arc and the Season 2 finale!!

[can be seen as both platonic or romantic!!]

||gender neutral reader!!||

(also this was not grammar checked and im to lazy to watch through hours of footage so if anything in here is wrong blame it on the DSMP Wiki OKAY LETS GO-)

So i think its pretty established that if you end up getting exiled with Tommy your one of two things.

- Really sweet and loyal friend that will stick up for in-justice and be there when someone needs you the most

- A total fucking gremlin that will steal your kneecaps and toes and eat your shower curtains in the middle of the night.

There is no inbetween here you guys.

I did end up going for Reader A, though. But you guys tell me if you want headcannons for a gremlin!reader because i will gladly do that!!

But anyways just... enjoy exile!

Exile|

- It was about his third day in exile when Y/N appeared through the nether portal, bags, pouches, tools, armor, etc. on their person. Tommy thought they either were here to beat him up or got exiled themselves.

- Tommy was pleasantly surprised when he learned that Y/N was actually there on their own accord, helping him through exile and being his shoulder to lean on. The first few days we’re rough, fighting back mobs in the night and farming crops all day. His clothes we’re starting to get dirty and torn by the time Y/N got there.

- Y/N ended up making a little bunker about 30 blocks from where they’re tent was, where they hid all theirs and Tommy’s valuables, such as armor, diamonds & iron, and rations. Although Y/N never gave into Dream and gave him they’re stuff, Y/N simply refused, they wouldn’t be giving in that easily.

- Most of they’re days are spent in caves mining away, chatting and fighting off Creeper’s as they tried to keep the moral high, always keeping Tommy company. Y/N never let him go anywhere alone, they we’re always with him, like his own bodyguard of sorts.

- One time they both find a Mineshaft though and got lost, they ended up at the surface two dayd later with torn clothes, cuts and bruises and we’re in bad shape. Thankfully Y/N had a brewing stand at they’re camp though, so Healing Potions we’re semi-easy to make/get.

- After the duo end up going to the artic though... things got... weird.

- Techno was not expecting to open his door to find the heathen Tommy and sweetheart Y/N at his doorstep shivering and begging to come inside, bags thrown on they’re shoulders as they teeth chattered from the cold wind and snow.

- Whenever Dream comes to visit Y/N always has to hide with Tommy, reassuring him that its okay and they’ll always be there for him, and protect him at any cost, which he highly appreciates.

- The ‘gapple-eating’ thing Tommy did was a cute, yet depressing thing. Seeing him hasitly munching on golden-coated apples was funny and caused giggles, but the meaning behind it always left Y/N with a lump in their throat and a hole in their heart.

- Whenever Tommy is in danger and calls for Dream, Y/N always has to stop him and bring him back to reality, making Tommy realize Dream isnt his friend, and never was. Many nights have happened where the two talk about Tommy’s feelings with Dream, not only for Tommy to vent and let everything out, but also for Y/N to understand whats going on in his head.

- When going into the Nether Tommy always grips Y/N’s hand, as his fear of lava and heights consumes him whole in that firey dimension.

- When Tommy gets up close to Dream in the cabin? Y/N is scared spineless, if people could see them, they’d see the palest, most terrified and worried being on earth.

- Y/N having a heart attack when Ghostbur slips up

- Ghostbur is just a whole thing and just. Y/N needs a break, okay?

- Y/N begrudgingly helping Tommy build his cobblestone tower outside of Techno’s cabin.

- Y/N apologizing soon after to Techno only for him to laugh and ruffle Y/N’s hair, saying he knows how Tommy can get anyone to any situation.

- Very rarely does Y/N ever leave Tommy’s side, when they do its usually to get supplies or visit they’re friends. So when Y/N was walking back to the Nether portal to see Tommy, Techno and Dream all standing there, looking like they’re about to slit the others throat, well...

- Nobody has ever seen Y/N drop kick a person so fast.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Y/N yelled, they’re sword at Dream’s neck, as he laid on his back, his mask covering his shocked expression.

“Answer. Me.” Y/N gritted through their teeth, pushing their swordfurther against the masked mans throat. Techno soon chimed in, reassuring Y/N that nothing to terrible happened.

“It’s fine, Y/N. He didn’t do anything, why not we head back home? Wouldn’t want that homeless man to be to scared spineless, eh?” Techno said, hand on they’re shoulder as he looked Y/N in the eyes.

The 3 walked back to the Nether portal, purple mist engulfing Tommy and Techno as Y/N stood in front of the portal. Back turned towards Dream, Y/N shifted they’re head and glared at Dream with eyes that could kill.

“Don’t do anything you might regret, you megalomaniac.”

- When Tommy and Tubbo decide to go fight Dream, Y/N is both excited and scared. They hope Dream will finally be taken down, but they dont want Tommy (& Tubbo) to be taken down as well.

- So like any amazing best friend, Y/N brews up a bunch of potions of Strength, Healing + Regen, Invisibility and more. Even if Tommy thought he was going to be walking out of there alone, he wasn’t going to be. Y/N would make sure.

- Y/N watched from afar as Tommy got his disc out of the jukebox, laughing in success. All Y/N did was clap quietly, making sure they’re Invisibility didn’t wear off. They we’re making sure Tommy stayed safe, even if he didn’t realize it. Y/N loved him with they’re whole heart, and everyone knew that.

- At Dreams secret base, Y/N was just getting there as Tommy took Dreams first canon life.

“Tommy. Stop. Dont do anything you might regret.” Dream snarled, looking at the teenage boy, his blue eyes dull, yet full of passion and vigor.

All Tommy did was pursue forward, as everyone waited for what was to come. Tommy took one step to close though, because Dream had decided that he had enough.

Dream brought his arm into the air, hand curled into a fist, he was about to hurl his hand into Tommy’s face when Dream suddenly fell to the ground, arrow in his forehead.

Dream was shot by Y/N

Y/N stood there, enchanted bow in hand, infront of the nether portal that swirled with an eerie purple mist. Y/N lowered their bow, staring at the man who tortured Tommy for weeks now. Y/N simply stepped forward and towered over Dreams corpse before it disappeared in thin air.

Lets just say Dream wouldn’t be hurting the blonde heathen anytime soon.

a/n: howdy everyone how we doing? Decided to do Tommy x Reader for this post, although i am MAJORLY simping for Wilbur atm and i have brainrot so that’ll most likely be the next post (if i dont do a pt. 2 for this one but even so WILBUR).

Anyways i hope i did racooninnit justice, i have no idea how to do headcannons since half the time i ramble (its the adhd) so this was new for me. Definitely not my strong suit but like you live ya learn. Also, sorry if i left out quite a lot, i might make a fic about this and include more events, but this is really long for headcannons (because of my layout) so i didn’t include to much. I dont want people scrolling for like 20 seconds to go to another post (i write on mobile so undercut is not a thing for me RIP)

Anyways have a lovely day and dont let Tommy eat all your gapples!!

#tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit imagine #tommyinnit fanfic #tommy x reader #tommy imagine #tommy fanfic #mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #mcyt fanfiction #dream smp x reader #dream smp imagine #dream smp fanfiction #dreamer posts ♠️

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banalbones · 4 years

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The Petite Prince: Chapter 6

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 8

Chapter 6: The Prince’s Plan

Summary: Roman is a child. Virgil and Logan have finally found him, no one is pleased with Patton and Patton just wanted to give Roman some brownies.

Words: 2510

Ships: Familial prinxiety, logince and Creativitwins. Eventual familial royality, roceit and DRLAMP

Genre: Fluff with a side dose of angst

Warnings: A few swears, arguing, falling, tell me if there’s any more!

Taglist: @pricklyfish777 @sunflowerblondeuwu @itriedandimtired @draw-your-perfect-world @cemmy @battlebunnyteardropsinthesun @nonbinary-lizard-2

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Patton was glancing around Remus’s room when the ceiling fell in, two figures with it. Two figures who were…

Logan and Virgil?

Logan and Virgil!

And Remus was watching them, a hysterical grin on his face.

And then… a child?

Patton was really confused.

It looked to him, and it’s face crumpled.

It then let out a small “Wha?” and began shrinking rapidly.

Is it regressing? And why did it seem so sad when it saw me? And who is it?

Regardless of who the child- well, now the baby- was, Patton needed to help it! He rushed over to the baby, only to be stopped by an arm barring his way.

“Hey!”

“Stay away from him,” Remus’s voice snarled. The grin had completely faded from his face, leaving only a stormy expression in its place.

All I wanted to do was give Roman brownies. What is happening?

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Remus grinned madly as the left brain boys fell through the ceiling, screaming their heads off.

Hehe… imagine if their heads actually fell off.

“Why hello there! Enjoy your trip?”

Virgil looked up and whacked Logan on the arm, whispering something to the logical side. Logan’s head whipped towards him, his expression something Remus couldn’t quite place.

“Wha?”

Remus turned his head towards his baby bro, grinning wider.

Then he saw Patton.

The grin faded from his face immediately.

The Duke looked back towards the smol one, and saw him growing smaller.

What?!

It was Patton. It had to be.

Remus moved closer to the even littler prince, before seeing that the moral side was doing the same.

He whipped his arm out, stopping the dad from getting any closer.

“Hey!”

“Stay away from him,” Remus snarled.

Like hell was he going to let the cause of this extra regression go anywhere near his brother.

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Virgil screamed as the floor crashed beneath him, arms flailing madly.

He landed in a heap in the rubble of the floor (ceiling?), with Logan sprawled out beside him. He then spotted a bewildered looking Roman sitting on the floor.

“Why hello there! Enjoy your trip?”

The emo turned his head, looking for the source of the voice, and found Remus. He whacked Logan on the arm.

“Logan,” he hissed, “Remus is here. And so is Roman. He kidnapped him!”

Virgil was aware that that wasn’t the only possible thing that could have happened, but it was the first thing that his (admittedly shook up) mind came up with, and it was the thing he decided to cling to.

At least the bean seemed to be okay.

“Wha?”

Virgil heard the small, adorable voice of the petite prince and once again turned his head to see him regressing.

Wait, regressing?!

What was the cause? Regression only happened when sides were feeling too many bad feelings, or when they were overwhelmed.

Was Roman feeling overwhelmed?

Was he making him feel overwhelmed?!

And then Virgil saw Patton.

Now, Virgil loved Patton, he was like a father figure to the anxious side, and he had always been there when Virgil needed it. But at this moment in time, after hearing all of what had just happened with the dad, snake and prince, his feelings were changing.

And fast.

It was obvious that Patton was the cause of the beans re-regression, and so when he moved towards the small royal, Virgil was ready to jump up and shield the precious child-or baby.

And then the trash gremlin flung out an arm to stop the dad.

Was he… protecting Roman?

“Hey!”

“Stay away from him.”

Maybe Remus wasn’t as bad as he first thought.

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Logan, though he would never admit it, screamed, as he fell through the floor.

Ow.

Wait, where am I? I can’t see. Why do I have to be blind?

The logical side looked around, seeing a few wall shaped blobs, and then a figure in red and white.

Roman?

Maybe the miniature prince could summon him a new pair of glasses.

That would be nice.

Logan was saw caught up in his thoughts of longing for clear eyesight that he missed the voice speaking to him.

Then he was whacked on the arm.

Once again, ow.

“Logan,” Virgil’s voice hissed in his ear, “Remus is here. And so is Roman. He kidnapped him!”

That doesn’t seem entirely probable.

But Logan still looked up and gazed around until catching sight of a green and black blob. It wasn’t moving much.

That really doesn’t seem likely.

“Wha?”

Well, Roman is definitely here.

He looked back to where the red and white blob was, and saw a bright teal one move towards it, only to be stopped by the green and black one.

“Hey!”

Was that Patton?

“Stay away from him.”

Logan decided that something bad was happening, and closed his eyes.

It would be much easier to deal with this if I could see.

Seriously, having less than 20/20 vision was annoying.

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“Wha?”

Roman wasn’t sure what was happening. There were too many big people! And they were getting bigger!

Roman, in the back of his mind, knew who these people were, but he couldn’t- he just couldn’t! Not now, anyway.

Then the loud noises started.

The big people were shouting at each other, most of them at the blue one.

Roman didn’t know why, but the blue one made him sad.

Sad, sad, sad.

Tears leaked from the miniature princes eyes, his lips wobbling as he held back full on sobs. He didn’t want the big people to shout at him.

But then the shouting got louder, and he couldn’t help himself.

He let out a loud wail.

The shouting stopped almost immediately.

Oh no.

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Virgil was getting mad.

Both he and Remus were trying to keep Patton away from the bean, but the moral side kept on arguing back.

“You’re the one who’s making him so upset!”

“How? I don’t even know who he is!”

“He was five before he saw you, he was getting better!”

“Well I’m sorry I wanted to give Roman brownies-”

A loud wail sounded throughout the room, and the three realized their mistake.

For in trying to protect the petite prince, they had caused him greater harm.

I made the bean cry.

I…

Holy crap what have I done?!

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Logan heard the cry of the red and white blob and made his way towards it. He was now 93% certain that the blob was Roman, and that he was crying, and that crying wasn’t good.

The other three sides had fallen silent as soon as the wail sounded, so Logan decided that he was the only one who should go near the child.

Logan knelt down next to the small royal and picked him up, causing the cries to stop. The prince was a lot smaller than he remembered. What had happened?

…

A small hand reached up and whacked his face, before tapping the logical side’s nose.

And suddenly, Logan could see!

The familiar weight of his glasses on his nose was surprisingly comforting.

The same small hand from before whacked his face again, prompting him to look down.

What in the name of god…

Why is he a baby?

Logan knew that the younger the age of regression, the more intense the ‘bad’ emotions, but a side growing younger whilst already regressed? That was unheard of.

“What the fuck did you guys do?” Logan asked, at last acknowledging the other sides, “He seems to be fifteen months old. That’s the youngest any side has gotten!”

The nerd looked around, spotting the horror on Virgil’s face, the anger and shock on Remus’s and the guilt on Patton’s.

The idiot list was back and stronger than ever.

Then a quiet “Mama?”

Logan glared at the other sides before turning his attention back to Roman. “Yes?”

The small prince chubby little face broke into a grin.

“Mama!”

Logan normally would have felt overwhelmed at the cuteness in his arms, but he really needed to know what had happened.

“Well?”

Silence.

This would take longer than he thought.

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“Who… is that Roman?” Patton whispered.

Logan rolled his eyes.

“Yes.”

Patton frowned.

Roman had regressed? That wasn’t good.

That was terrible!

And he was apparently the cause? Even worse!

“I didn’t mean to… I was just trying to protect him! But I hurt him more… what if he hates me now? What if he got so sad because of me that he never grows up again? What if I broke Roman?!”

Virgil was obviously panicking, and was going on a tangent because of it.

Patton wanted to help him so, so much, but he knew that it would probably cause more harm than good.

Swallowing down his words of comfort, the dad turned to Remus, who was being strangely silent.

Roman was obviously affecting the sides in drastic ways.

And he had regressed twice.

Patton didn’t know what to do.

Because he had caused this.

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I did this. I did this to my baby bro. I made him get younger all because I wanted to pull a prank.

Remus walked up to Logan.

“Do you have the crown?”

Logan frowned, before nodding towards a satchel amidst the rubble of the ceiling. Remus walked over to it and took out the piece of crinkled yellow paper.

The little prince had really wanted the crown, so it was time to give it to him, and then go.

Possibly forever.

The Duke placed the paper crown on his literal baby bro’s head, trying to ignore the big green eyes staring at him.

“Br-br-ReeRee?”

Remus gave a watery smile to the smol one, before turning on his heel to leave.

“Don’ go!”

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Roman was confused.

The big people, two of which he had identified, were all so sad.

He had thought they would be mad at him for making so much noise, like with Big him, but they were just sad.

Determination filled the little prince’s eyes.

Sad=bad.

Mama no sad, so ReeRee and the other two no sad!

And so with this excellent plan in mind, Roman’s mission began.

Just because he felt sad, that didn’t mean other people should too!

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That’s a really cute mindset!

Yeah…

It’s cute for a child, but not for an adult.

You shouldn’t push assside your own pain to sssstop others.

Oh. I guess that makes sense.

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Logan looked at the prince in his arms, at the determination in his eyes and smiled softly.

The baby had a plan.

Roman pointed to the floor, most likely wanting to be put down. Logan nodded and obliged, then watched as the tiny prince crawled over to Remus before latching himself onto to his big brothers leg, almost like a koala.

Remus then looked down at the child, who was now pouting and saying “Stay.”

The Duke stared sadly at Roman, before relenting as the prince made puppy dog eyes.

Logan smirked.

Smart kid.

The royal’s face then broke into a wide, happy grin.

“YAY!”

I think the little prince is much smarter than we give him credit for.

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It’s true. I am extremely intelligent.

The child version of you is, don’t misunderstand.

Rude!

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Virgil watched as the little prince grinned up at his brother and felt his heart melt a little.

So. Cute.

But the cuteness didn’t fully eliminate the creeping suspicion that Remus was up to something.

Virgil hated it.

He knew that Remus cared about his brother, he knew he knew this, but being the literal embodiment of anxiety made him think about every possible outcome, almost to a fault.

So the emo took a deep breath, focusing on the bean.

He had to admit, Roman being so clingy with Remus kind of made him jealous, especially with Remus grinning with contentedness. Maybe that was the ‘Dark Side’ overprotectiveness shining through.

Yeah, probably.

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Roman laughed loudly as he was scooped up and tickled by his brother, who was grinning happily.

Part one of his plan: success!

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Patton watched the twins (well, the brothers) grinning and laughing and smiled softly.

That’s adorable!

He wished he had a camera, this would look great in the family photo album.

As you can see, Patton often tried to ignore the bad in life in favor of the good.

The moral side then turned to Logan, who was also watching the creative sides.

“Brownie?”

Logan blinked, looking a bit disoriented.

“What?”

“Would you like a brownie?”

Paton smiled brightly.

“Are… are you serious?” Logan looked shocked.

Patton swallowed.

His smile wavered.

“Yeah! I was going to give them to Roman, but since he’s so young now, I don’t want him to damage his teeth. So…” he looked at the logical side questioningly, “Want one?”

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Logan was slightly annoyed.

A brownie?

A… brownie?!

This was the side who had pressed skip, the side who was one of the main factors of Roman’s regression.

But, Logan reasoned, he knew that Patton hadn’t meant to be a factor, and that he had tried to comfort Roman with his (to the princely side at least) meager ‘We love you.’

With the skip though… Logan knew he was overwhelmed, but it didn’t make it hurt any less.

But… Patton was trying.

In truth, Logan didn’t want to forgive Patton, especially not so soon after the whole ‘event’.

But, perhaps the brownie would be good. Eating chocolate has been shown to increase levels of the neurotransmitter serotonin, which helps reduce the stress that leads to anxiety, which would definitely be helpful for him and the other sides in this situation.

Logan sighed but accepted.

“Sure.”

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Remus‘s insides were screaming with joy. His baby bro wanted him to stay!

The little crown on the prince’s head sat slightly askew, causing it to cover Roman’s eyes.

Remus pushed the paper coronet away, then ruffled his brother’s dark brown curls.

Despite the moral side being in his room, the smol one’s love washed away most of the bad feelings.

The precious little prince.

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Roman was glad that stage one of his mission had went well, but there were other sad big people too! And sad=bad.

The small royal narrowed his eyes and gazed around the room, before his line of sight landed on a Virgil who was anxiously chewing his thumbnail.

Next target spotted.

And so phase two of his plan began.

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Virgil saw the little bean staring at him.

Why was he staring at him?

Did he do something wrong?

Had he upset the prince in some way?

Did Roman hate him?!

His worry dissipated as the petite prince’s grin widened and he tugged at Remus’s sleeve, pointing at the anxious side.

“VeeVee!”

You know what, battling that dragon was so worth it.

So frickin’ worth it.

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Logan looked back to the small royal, seeing the adorable transfer of Roman from one side’s arms to the others.

He gave a subtle smile before returning to his conversation with Patton.

Everything was going to be fine.

Hopefully.

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Thanks for reading this chapter of the Petite Prince!

This chapter could alternatively be called ‘he’s baby. Literally.’

Any feedback would be great, so don’t be afraid to give constructive criticism.

Thanks again!

#sanders sides #thomas sanders sides #tss #the petite prince #baby roman #roman sanders #ts roman #remus sanders #ts remus #virgil sanders #ts virgil #logan sanders #ts logan #patton sanders #ts patton #how do you people think janus should be introduced?#just wondering

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turnaboutimagines · 4 years

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Now I want to Apollo's reaction a reader with Hanahaki disease. Maybe add the "tell me a lie" "love you" prompt? I'm going start signing off as the angst gremlin. XD

Well, a very happy Friday the 13th to you, Angst Gremlin Anon!!! I couldn’t quite make the prompt fit, but I incorporated something kinda sorta similar that I felt fit better. I don’t personally use the surgery route for Angst pieces like this, so there’s no cure aside from requited love in this universe. This is set between DD and SoJ.Content Warning (please read before you read!): This is ANGST™️ without a happy ending and blatant Apollo bullying given everything he goes through; features unrequited love and reader death. This is a Hanahaki disease fic which means imagery of reader coughing up blood and flowers. However, this gets a little more grotesque than usual for me with language through the imagery of vomiting flowers and blood, rather than just petals.

You knew you should’ve guarded your heart more around Apollo—for the both of you. But it was hard to resist the pull of his sarcastic banter and deep-rooted, earnest loyalty. And then it was the way his eyes light up when he grins or the cute (yes, cute!) rasp of his voice from his Cords of Steel Training.

Friendly blows gradually taking on a flirtatious edge as the first blushes of romantic love set in.

You should’ve taken precautions when you felt your blood rush to your face more and more around him. Too bashful to ever say anything, you were fine with your relationship being strictly platonic as it had always been.

But you didn’t and you only fell harder.

The crimson peony, starkly contrasting with the white of the toilet bowl, is proof enough of that. You feel light-headed as you stared at the taunting blossom, hot blood prickling uncomfortably under your skin and the taste of copper on your tongue. Your chest heaved with the effort that it took to simply breathe, lungs filled with stems, leaves, and budding flowers taking up too much space.

When you weren’t choking on petals or, as you were, flowers you were suffocating. Slowly and agonizingly suffocating in silence. Your life had almost wilted away in its entirety by now, overshadowed by the uncontrollable bloom of your unrequited affections.

You’d hidden yourself away from Apollo’s perceptive eye: ghosting him and avoiding him without any attempt at an explanation. You couldn’t bring yourself to lie to him and you couldn’t tell him the truth, silence was always easier. And like how the sun rises each morning, he still tried to connect with you each day, probably worried sick about you how you’d seemingly dropped off the face of the planet. Because you were his friend and he’d already lost one. Because he—

There was a series of knocks at the door. Loud, desperate, and unmistakable even from where you were in the bathroom. You screwed your eyes shut, rasping for air as you hoped that they would stop. That he’d go away.

Unsurprisingly, he didn’t. You’re surprised it’d taken him this long to show up at your door like this, but he was likely trying to respect your boundaries. Just as you had when he needed to pull away and needed time to grieve. But enough time had passed that the concern was becoming overpowering. And… it certainly wasn’t misplaced.

The knocking continued and you let out a groan, forcing yourself onto your feet before flushing the flower away, knowing full well that another would take its place within the next few hours. The urge to see Apollo one last time was overwhelming and… he deserved a goodbye.

A short exchange. That was all it would be, that was all you had the mental fortitude for. Get him to leave while also giving him the only kindness you could think of—to grant him some of the closure he didn’t get with Clay.

That’s all.

The sound of his fist connecting with your door reverberated through your skull as you placed. You put on the best attempt at a smile you could muster before opening it, you knew full well that he’d see through it but you couldn’t bring yourself to face him otherwise.

He stepped back, fist falling to his side as his eyes met yours, blinking at you in a way that suggested you’d taken him by surprise. Yet his shock was quick to die down as a spark of hope. Something that used to make the blood rush to your cheeks… and it still does.

You were focusing so hard on breathing and smiling normally that you simply waited for him to speak. He said your name and you had to avert your eyes, the sound of it simultaneously too sweet and too painful all at once as you tried to let him continue.

“I’m glad y—”

He choked over his words and you forced yourself to look back at him, only to see him staring down at your chest. Confused, you looked down… only to see that large speckles of crimson and a damming red petal had managed to make their way onto your shirt during your most recent fit without you realizing.

There was only one thing it could mean:

Hanahaki Disease.

You saw that precious light die in his eyes at that realization and all the terrible things it meant. It was too painful to look at, so you looked away yet again. The silence was stifling, it felt almost too thick to inhale with your cramped lungs, yet you forced yourself to do so anyways.

“…You’re not…really…are you…?”

“I am…”

Dying. There was no avoiding its imminence, yet neither of you could bring yourself to say it aloud. To make it real.

“Who?!” The word came out louder than he intended as he grabbed your shoulders, his grip still surprisingly gentle. “I mean, if there’s a chance that we could get, you shouldn’t give up. A-Anyone would be lucky to have you…!”

It hurt. And you felt a familiar tickling at the back of your throat, you swallowed thickly and took a deep breath immediately after, buying you some more time.

“That’s not possible,” you said, still not meeting his eyes.

“Who is it?”

“…”

You suspected that despite his apparent obliviousness that he was very aware of your flirtatious intent with him; however, you doubted that he grasped the depth of your feelings for him. It wasn’t something that his abilities could easily reveal and you took great pains to hide them—as much from him as yourself.

Your suspicions were confirmed as he suddenly seems to connect the dots and he recoiled away from you, as if you were red hot to the touch.

“No.”

A single word whispered, cracked and sharpened around its broken edges. You knew from the guilt and disbelief in his voice what he’d decided upon. That it was his hand, now, that had stabbed a knife into your heart, twisting it as you slowly bled out. Blood that was on his hands.

But it wasn’t.

You tried to find the words to tell him that this was your own hubristic doing, but your mind was a maze and the world was getting fuzzier. You needed to focus on breathing more. It was only growing more difficult… A breath in. A breath out.

That’s all.

The words still weren’t there, but you needed to say something. The silence was too much. So you forced yourself to look at him. Tears were streaming down his face, but it wasn’t the desperate way he grabbed your shoulders again and looked at you that stole away the words you didn’t even have. It was what came after.

“I-I love you.”

You knew that he meant it, but not in the way that he was trying to force it in that moment. He loved you as a friend. And there was nothing wrong with that. You needed him to see that.

“You do. But it isn’t… that isn’t what I feel toward you.” You offered him an apologetic smile as you brought your hands up to rest over his in an attempt at comfort to the inconsolable. “And that’s fine. You haven’t done anything wrong, Apollo. And I’m… so sorry. About this. All of this. I didn’t mean for this—for any of this to happen.”

He slid his arms around you and pulled you close with trembling arms and shook his head. “It’s not fine…! I…I can still save you! If I fall in love with you soon, then—!”

“—But that’s… not fair to you! Y-You can’t just force love like that…! But I’m grateful… to have b-been loved by you as I was. I don’t regret that,” you sniffled, holding him back as best you could.

The itch at the back of your throat was becoming overwhelming once again, you needed to get to the bathroom. Your time was up.

Tears streamed down your face as you pushed him away. There were so many things you wanted to say to him, but not nearly enough time to say it.

“Thank you, Apollo. Please don’t blame yourself… I-It’s my fault that I loved you too much.” You gave him a final smile through the tears streaming down your face, all while you twisted the knife deep into his gut. “That’s all.”

A lie.

He called your name in a panic, hand instinctively reaching out to follow you as you quickly stepped back into your home and closed the door behind you, locking it with a final click.

You didn’t look back as you rushed to the bathroom once again, the bangs on the door and shouts of your name falling on deaf ears. The world spun underneath you as you tried to stumble your way as the flowers mercilessly tear through your throat.

You crashed to the floor, crumpling to a heap on the floor as you helplessly clawed at your throat as your face became engorged with blood, feeling as if it was on fire. Perhaps it was the agitation of what had just unfolded that had sped up the bleeding, quickening the inevitable along with it. You’d thought you’d have longer…

However, you didn’t think much of anything, your mind was a jumble of thoughts as it fought to survive. Hyper aware of the feeling of the flowers pushing their way through you and the sounds around you; the frantic knocking on the door, the hoarse calling of your name…

There is only one clear thought—one person—in your jumbled mind as everything seems to come undone:

Apollo. That’s all.

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eosiadusk · 3 years

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for pro -- 4, 7, 17 (yes i did roll for these lmao)

4. Of the other members of the party, which of them would you have chosen to play if all the options were premade and laid out in front of you?

Kehndale, the sneaky bastard A) I have been converted to the house of loving druids B) I am incredibly interested in where his story is going C) He's got a griffin and a butterfly dragon now? Damn son! And D) he’s a drow, all the homies love drow.

7. Did you ever rewrite/revise their backstory during the campaign? How much of a change was it? How much do you think the DM cried, and how sorry do you feel for their tears?

I mean yeah, of course. I think the principal idea has stayed the same, I've just built more on top of it and fleshed out the complexity. I would describe it like a lego set, I knew which one I bought and knew from the box what it would look like finished but I still needed to put all the blocks in place.

My dm is a chaotic gremlin and takes my terrible little ideas in grabby hands, both of us laughing evilly. I return with more sacrifices to lay at their feet. We might cry later when our creature murders our brother, friend, and wife but for right now angst baby

17. Who is your favorite NPC? Least favorite? What about your character’s favorite and least favorite? Explain why!

Well, Bliss is high up there, obviously, but I was handed the prepackaged salad kit that is Gaia/Notir and ate that shit right up. Mine now bitch, you can’t stop me from making her a fully fleshed-out character. Other than that, all our NPCs are pretty cool so far, some a bit unexplored as of yet so I don’t hate any of them

Pro is most attached to Bliss, he tried to go into a *burning building* because he thought they were in trouble. Probably indifferent to most of the others, she's more likely to gravitate toward protecting people like Anette, Madob, and Aegwynne. Definitely doesn’t like Vethrivath and Kuldor, but so far we haven’t met anyone she hates. Notir was... complicated.

#beautiful DnD children #ed rambles

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aurorawest · 4 years

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ten faves

Rules: name ten favorite characters from ten different things (tv, movies, books, etc.).

Thank you for the tag @thegirlwholied!

Loki (Thor, The Avengers, general MCU)

I mean...obviously, right? He’s got it all. A sympathetic villain with a tragic backstory, a snarky, sarcastic sense of humor, The Smart One, but also, complete and utter trash fire, emotional wreck; just wants to be loved. His redemption arc hits me right in the feels and I’m here for the disaster of a relationship that he has with his big brother. His angst and dramatics make him an utter joy to watch and write about. V pretty, too; makes me wonder if I am in fact just a little bisexual.

King Candy (Wreck-It Ralph)

YMMV but another villain with a sympathetic backstory. The way he turns on a dime from goofy and fun to kind of straight-up murderous is great. Another one where there’s a rich trove of angst and pain to explore in fic. Alan Tudyk’s spot-on Ed Wynn imitation made me fall in love with this guy before three words had left his mouth the first time I saw Wreck-It Ralph.

Stephen Strange (Doctor Strange, general MCU, yes I’m cheating because this is 2 MCU characters)

Okay, so my soft spot for Strange admittedly came about because I ship him with Loki, but I’ve come to love him in his own right. He’s a smartass and a jerk—plus magic! How can I not like a guy who has all the terrible qualities I love in a character, but who dies over and over and over again to save humanity? And in a weird twist, I vastly prefer Benedict Cumberbatch’s American accent to his actual English accent.

George Weasley (Harry Potter)

Though I came to be a huge Snape fan later, my first loves in Harry Potter were the Weasley twins. And George is the one I keep coming back to. Who doesn’t love the Weasley twins, right? But I appreciate kinder, gentler George, and imagining his life after Fred’s death has resulted in thousands and thousands of words of fanfiction.

Weyoun (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine)

We stan one Vorta clone who presided over a genocide, got his neck snapped by Worf, eats pizza with chopsticks, and had to put up with both Dukat and Damar. Another villain for the list here. Weyoun (and the Vorta in general) are fascinating and it’s a crime that we never got to learn that much about them. The DS9 writers seemed to think we all wanted to know more about the Jem’Hadar, but I just wanted more of these weird, purple-eyed gremlins. Weyoun trying to appreciate art despite his lack of aesthetics? A+ moment from a guest star in a series that was full of them (both A+ moments and guest stars).

Megavolt (Darkwing Duck)

Ah Megavolt, the character that I’ve loved since 1991. He’s crazy! He’s definitely committed murder (he’s been sent to the electric chair multiple times)! And yet there’s something kind of sad about Megavolt; high school bullies turned into who he is, his memory problems are...a hindrance. He’s not all bad either—he has a friend group and sometimes he even works with Darkwing Duck.

Vinny Santorini (Atlantis: The Lost Empire)

(with bonus Audrey Ramirez, because I’m not going to lie to you, it was hard to choose between the two of them)

Vinny is the snarkiest on this team of looters and he blows stuff up, so how can I not love him? Atlantis does its best to give us character development for its ensemble cast but it can only give us the broad strokes (its runtime is only 96 minutes. 96 minutes!), but it’s hard not to see Vinny as someone who uses sarcasm and humor to cover up a pretty big heart. In a way, a character with a minor redemptive arc, since the team betrays Milo.

Benjamin Linus (Lost)

The first thing you need to know about Ben is that he spent the majority of Lost looking beat up, which is a really attractive quality in a character. Ben is another one of those villains with a sympathetic past and a redemption arc—though unlike many of the villains I love, he actually survived! So he’s an exception to redemption=death. I loved Ben, I think, from the moment he hypothetically detailed how, if he were an evil Other, he would have tricked Sayid, Ana Lucia, and Charlie and lured them to their deaths, and then looked up at Locke and asked with that dead-eyed stare over his cereal, “Got any milk?” He was the one character who continued to get interesting on Lost as the rest of the show was falling apart.

Telemain (The Enchanted Forest Chronicles)

So I couldn’t find a photo of the back cover of Calling on Dragons, which actually features an illustration of Telemain, so you’ll all have to trust me that he’s My Type. His description from the Enchanted Forest Chronicles wiki:

Blue eyes, dark hair, and neatly trimmed beard and mustache

Plus he wears knee-high black boots and a giant, useless belt with a bunch of stuff hanging off it? Might I point you to another wizard on my favorite characters list. Telemain is a know-it-all wizard who doesn’t understand how to talk to others like a normal person. He’s very smart, fiercely solitary, and very snarky. Hm.

Éowyn (The Lord of the Rings)

How can you not love her? The absolute shit this woman has been through. Her parents are dead. Her brother is banished. Her cousin is killed. And her uncle looks like a ghoul and is going crazier by the day, all while she’s got freaking Grima Wormtongue undressing her with his eyes at every opportunity. I love Éowyn because she’s basically in the process of having a constant meltdown but dammit, she’s going to keep it together because what else can she do? And I mean, obviously, “I am no man.”

I’ll tag...ummm @iamanartichoke, @mareebird, and @thelightofthingshopedfor but no pressure! And anyone else who wants to do this definitely should! Consider yourself tagged, I’m always interested to know what characters other people like!

#meme #loki #stephen strange #ben linus #weyoun #megavolt #king candy #long post

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starsandauras · 4 years

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5 Questions for Writers

Tagged by: @dragons-bones

Tagging: @corbix and whoever else wants to do it who hasn’t been tagged yet.

1. Do you have a favorite character to write? Who and why?

2. Do you have a favorite trope to write? Or one you want to write?

3. Share your favorite description you’ve written?

4. Share your favorite dialogue you’ve written?

5. Scene you haven’t written, but want to?

Under the cut

1: Do you have a favorite character to write? Who and why?

Obviously I love to write Bri. I’ve been writing her in some way or another for over a decade so she’s also the easiest character for me to write. She’s very much the person I wish I could be. Also love to write Alisaie. I see a lot of me in her and she’s a fantastic little gremlin woman on top of it. I also really like to write for Thancred (the man is frighteningly my type) and Ryne (another character I see an uncomfortable amount of me in, y’all see a trend yet?), though I haven’t had much chance with her so far.

Unfortunately, save for Bri, liking to write these characters means... feeling the pressure to write them well, to the point that I’m borderline scared to write them at all (and yet somehow I write from Thancred’s perspective a lot when I use him? Confusion).

2: Do you have a favorite trope to write? Or one you want to write?

[slams hands on desk] FOUND FAMILY GIVE ME FOUND FAMILY OR GIVE ME DEATH. And sibling units that actually love and care for each other because I really really like that. Soft affection as well, as evidenced by Sammy and Llewellyn. And let’s all be honest, I really do like angst and hurt/comfort. There’s always a happy ending eventually so it’s nothing Deep and Dark and Depressing Forever. I don’t know the name for this, but I like a “first half happy and fluffy then the second part punches you in the heart” format as well.

I wish I was better at the smut stuff because I really like to write it but it always feels too play by play. I also wish I was better at food porn, but that ties into my weakness at description in general.

3: Share your favorite description you’ve written?

I did just say I’m terrible at description, yeah? Okay let’s go. (I just want you all to know it’s taken me three hours to find something I like)

All of Why Am I Needin’ to Pick from FFXIV Write2017.

From Howl, FFXIVWrite2018:

The hymns were always sad, mournful dirges instead of uplifting reverence. Brigid’s saddest songs would be composed here, the taste of dried up hopes with no dawn or day to be found. Later it would also see lullabies as certain facts made themselves obvious and she forced a smile to her face even as those obvious facts led to more obvious ones. Some songs never found an end as they were choked off by tears, and others found only a short life before being tossed on the sacrificial fire, nothing left to lose.

There was more call to be concerned when the temple was silent but it was known the sole priestess was in residence. When her rage and fury were spent, when her voice was raw from her hymns. When she fought off the demons of her mind, what she could have done to prevent all of it, what she should have seen in front of her face, what she should have grabbed with both hands. When she asked, with a raspy voice, heaven hear her, what the Mother Crystal wanted of her, if she was to leave her wrecked and torn.

The one time she wanted to hear the goddess’s words, Brigid found her begging met with silence, her temple deafening with it.

4: Share your favorite dialogue you’ve written?

Oh hey the thing I’m actually good at. Just a mo, hopefully this won’t take several hours. (It did not)

From Sisters, FFXIVWrite2018:

She was about to resume brushing when suddenly she found herself with an armful of tearful younger woman, hugging her tightly and her face pressed against her shoulder. She could feel tears seeping through her nightgown. “Darlin’ lass?” she murmured, hesitating to return the embrace, “Was I upsettin’ you sweetie?”

Alisaie shook her head, rough against her shoulder. “No, no, it’s only…” She inhaled, and it shuddered only a little. “I always wished to have a sister,” she murmured, hugging Brigid tighter.

Brigid felt a warmth in her chest, the familiar sensation of her heart utterly melting, and she finally enclosed Alisaie in a hug. “Oh baby lass,” she murmured in return, resting her cheek on her head, fingers idly running through Alisaie’s hair. “I was always wantin’ one too.”

From Sick of Layin’ Down Alone:

“The wind off the Rhotano was always warm,” he agreed absently, going back to his books. “I suppose it would be foolish of me to ask if you’re from the area, with an accent like yours.”

She laughed softly, nodding even though he wasn’t looking at her. “Aye, Da was takin’ Mum there after they were bondin’. Comin’ from the Shroud, roamin’ Eorzea ‘fore she was settlin’ down. Raisin’ the lot of us next to the sea.” She sighed as she watched the candle flames dance. “Missin’ the sound of it, the smell of the salt, stars sparklin’ in the waves.”

Thancred chuckled and glanced at her sidelong. “Ah, you need only look in the mirror if you miss the stars. They fair sparkle in your eyes.”

5: Scene you haven’t written, but want to?

Ahem. [Unfurls the list] Reunion sex on the First in what we call the Reunion Sex House, Finally Getting Over Herself: The Bri and Hilda story, When They Stop Dancing Around It: The Thancred and Urianger story, When Even Estinien Can See it Come On Bri: The Courtship of Brigid and Iolaire, the rework of the Ranjit fight, more with Ryne, making the Bri/Hilda/Thancred/Urianger polycule work (how the fuck did this even happen?), bringing the Wee Bab to the First to see Wee Bab’s da again, to meet Wee Bab’s new sister, and giving Ryne a couple more names (will any of that fic be lore compliant the answer is no but I don’t care).

And that’s not all of them, I had to cut some stuff.

#ask meme #I mean it's not but it's the tag I have for memery #Stars should be writing #Stars should also be editing and rewriting #Stars is very sad and tired though so will not be doing those things #no but seriously how the fuck did I end up with that polycule #I blame Shadowbringers completely

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dxmagedrose · 4 years

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GET TO KNOW THE BLOGGER!

Tagged by: my lover @hammurabicomplex I’m tagging: anyone and everyone who wants to pick this one up! share with the class if you feel like it! tag me in it!!

PRESENTING. RANDOM DEEP DIVE WITH INDIGO-MUN AT 2AM ;

FIRST NAME Good fucking question… It’s (sort-of) currently Dylann! I was Kieran before that, though; it’s still used as one of my first names and I’m not used to Dylann quite yet bc I’ve just started using it.

Indigo is one of my middle names though, and I’ve used it as an online handle elsewhere forever so I use it here now! [ Fun etymology facts: Dylan(n) is a mythology name generally meaning “born of the wave” (aspiring diver & a water witch at heart). Kieran means “little dark one” bc of my love for horror, && I chose Indigo bc as a kid to be it was neither boy (blue) or purple (girl) and was both and neither as well as my absolute favorite color as this vibrant ass mystical color. ]

STRANGE FACT ABOUT YOURSELF hmmmmm…. I’m a horror lover at heart, so as a child (I wanna say 12), I was walking through an antique store (I have a few cool finds, I considered putting my other one as the fact tbh) and I turned the corner and I saw these two dolls staring back at me at the foot of the stairs of this antique building. my blood froze, and i felt my stomach drop. i got actual, physical goosebumps stumbling across these two creepy dolls staring back at me in the corner, and i couldn’t leave the store without them. perhaps the little painted porcelain boy would be somewhat spooky by himself if it wasn’t for the terrifying lidded gaze of the porcelain girl with the hairline fractures and slightly open lips. i cant look at her. i dont really find dolls scary, I like to find the spookier ones ones, and she makes me paranoid as hell. i keep her face covered and her up in my closet except for when i bring her out to show her off proudly as the spookiest thing I have but……. i dont really collect dolls anymore. even thinking about her brings a fearful tear to my eye. i don’t like to think about her for very long, but that’s why I’m so fucking proud to own her. ( YES — I’m THAT white person in the horror film )

TOP THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE ON A PERSON hhhhh a beardy jawline, high cheekbones, crooked canine teeth >:3c

A FOOD YOU COULD EAT FOREVER AND NOT GET BORED OF b.l.t.’s with avocado. ahhhh. my mouth is watering just thinking about it, oh my god. just a bit of salt and pepper???

A FOOD YOU HATE barbecue anything, i hate the taste of bbq sauce, you keep your nasty black goo to yourselves at the grill. twice in my life i have presented with barbecue pizza and both times i cried literal tears. why would you do such a horrible thing to a person? what kind of a monster are you? how do you sleep at night?!

GUILTY PLEASURE the sims. constantly. always. i’ve sunk thousands of hours into my households. oh also uhhhhhh i run two 80s horror blogs, one being a shitpost blog with occasional art of mine and one gremlin fanfic ship blog for horrible, terrible self indulgent fanfics i’ll get the courage to finish writing & post so i can be cancelled on tumblr for at some point. NO, i won’t link them. as i pretend they’re even all that hard to find, within a day i was found on both by someone i admire here a lot :’) ilu bby thnk u eternally for supporting ur local horrifying dumbass wtf

WHAT DO YOU SLEEP IN the same clothes i’ve been wearing all day usually, my sweats & long sleeve raglans or my hoodies. i like being cozy day & and out. and ugh. efoort. just throw me in a blanket in a cool room and im out.

SERIOUS RELATIONSHIPS OR FLINGS serious relationships with some openness or poly. i wish i could fling! just not exactly easy for demisexual autistics lmao.

IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN THE PAST AND CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOUR LIFE, WOULD YOU AND WHAT WOULD IT BE I think I would be adopted by my grandma as a kid. It would save me some trauma but mostly I think it would get my autism diagnosed way earlier and save me angsting all these years of wondering why & thinking it’s my fault I’m struggling so much and so loud and affectionate and different in a world that i didnt fit in the same way.

ARE YOU AN AFFECTIONATE PERSON when i get drunk i text people how much they mean to me in my life. does that answer your question? ahhh. i’m sometimes a cuddle monster with friends, i message people with long texts about how much they mean to me, but I sometimes really don’t like to be touched at all.

A MOVIE YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN FLYPAPER. F L Y P A P E R. FLYPAPER. FLY, and, I can’t stress this enough, fucking PAPER. ( Though also Whole Nine Yards and both Re-Animator & Bride ). I have watched Flypaper already like, 5 times this week and I’m still not done, and the other movies have been on repeat for days in this household within the last year. In the past it has also been Donnie Darko & the new Nightmare on Elm Street. roast me.

FAVORITE BOOK White Fang by Jack London. Have I actually ever finished it? No. Do I still own a copy I’ve had since childhood thru multiple dogs eating it, taking it to and from school, and highlighting and circling all the best parts of chapter one ever since I was a kid and it was too hard of a book for me to read? You bet your ass. If I ever need inspiration I just reread chapter 1. Although one of my other favorites was Broken Monsters by Lauren Beukes. But White Fang is like, a weirdly personal text. We stan London’s writing in this household.

YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO KEEP ANY ANIMAL AS A PET, WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE FENNEC FOX!! I used to daydream about having my own named Shiloh when I was a lil kid. they’re adorable little things and i am obsessed. i mean, gimme any fox and im happy, marble foxes, red foxes… but I was obsessed with fennec foxes. Also tbh ferrets. I want a ferret.

TOP FIVE FICTIONAL SHIPS [IF YOU ARE AN RP BLOG, YOU CAN USE YOUR OWN SHIPS AS WELL] Rosa & @ninetyscnds‘s Luke, Rosa & @iimpulsivity is already screaming my name, Rosa & Constantine, Jesse & Andrea from Breaking Bad, and the joker and harley of 80s sci-fi Dan & Herbert from Re-Ani. I am but a simple opossum.

PIE OR CAKE Pie! I’ll take both pumpkin & melty apple over cake. also, cheesecake is more pie than cake soooo, pie wins.

FAVORITE SCENT my dogs / my blanket. :’) It’s the most grounding smell in the world.

CELEBRITY CRUSH oliver jackson-cohen, i’m fucking GAY and im angry about it. there i was, minding my own business, and i saw that asshole in a certain SHIRTLESS GIF and it AWOKE SOMETHING IN ME. dont talk to me about it, holy shit im obsessed with beardy men now god fuckkdafjaask i hate him why did he make me this gay i was perfectly fine being into girls but NOOOOOO him and his dumb hairy chest and sweet rugged face and I—— I also am obsessed with the archaeologist & television personality Josh Gates and may or may not be considering making a fan blog for him bc idk if my anthropology docuseries host is Dad or Daddy but i love him lots

IF YOU COULD TRAVEL ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD YOU GO I would go on a dive with anthropologists and archaeologists doing fieldwork research in the ancient cenotes of the Yucatán Peninsula. My actual dream job, catch me crying & fantasizing about being underwater documenting Mayan skulls given as offerings. Fuckkkk, I love anthropology so much!! take me anywhere in the world to immerse myself into culture & archaeology.

INTROVERT OR EXTROVERT Introvert. I have a real life friend I see roughly once a month, and that’s it. Plenty of online relationships, I’m chatty, message me all day every day. but i dont do people well.

DO YOU SCARE EASILY I used to! Really bad. I don’t as much anymore. I do get paranoia a lot still. Having therapists telling you that the FBI could be outside your house watching you through your windows will kind of nervous. ( no google results for: yes hello fbi i am a writer please dont put me on watchlists i just have research i need to do for this idea im working on, would you like to try again? ) I have nightmares nightly but not they never make me afraid, they just make me feel like crap. jumpscares and loud noises and seeing people reaching into their pockets dont set off as many brain alarms anymore tho!! progress haha.

IPHONE OR ANDROID I like my android better bc of capabilities but meh

DO YOU PLAY ANY VIDEO GAMES My mom, her husband & I play COD for family game night, and Silent Hill is my life’s blood. I’ve sunken hours into Sims & Skyrim, and Norman Jayden from Heavy Rain is my #1 fictional character in existence, why do i love the druggie babies

DREAM JOB Oh… You’re asking me to pick? I’d love to be an anthropologist doing work out in the field. Underwater archaeology is peak, but I’m also heavily considering being a body recovery diver or police diver. I’d love to see myself in uniform someday, if possible. Just the thought makes me teary eyed & proud.

WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH A MILLION DOLLARS fund my person creative & educational endeavors. get myself a spooky ass abandoned house to make my own home to create in, and travel to the world’s best dive sites. just live a mild life of education, creation & exploration. that’s the dream TM.

FICTIONAL CHARACTER YOU HATE dr. hill is a gross and whiny lil bitch this post brought to u by the miskatonic crew, how is everyone here an even worse bad guy than herbert west precious dan excluded talk shit get hit tho john winchester from spn and both walter white & todd from breaking bad are all in my crew of hated characters. i jusT… the reani novel is difficult to read because i have to deal with this old sack of shit.

FANDOM THAT YOU WERE ONCE A PART OF BUT AREN’T ANY LONGER Supernatural :-)

… AND THIS CONCLUDES A DEEP DIVE WITH INDIGO!! //

#||: && the mundane ( ooc );#( get to know a bitch!! )#( this was... a lot of me rambling about weirdly personal shit at 2 am )

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How to truly overcome depression for good!

What have you tried to overcome depression in your life?

What have you done to address feelings of dissatisfaction, discontentment, angst, apathy, worthlessness, failure, helpless and hopelessness?

If you are like most people who have suffered, your answer is probably – everything that you can think of and everything that has been suggested to you!

However, depression can have a vice-like grip on you, being unprepared to truly let you go – telling you everything that it needs to in order to stay alive and relevant in your life –

This is HOW you are

This is WHO you are

This is IT for you

Why not just stay in bed, on the couch OR keep on pushing with the MASK of happiness

Just continue on, and take depression along for the ride – accept that this is it and just try to pretend to everyone else that all is well so as not to burden others too much.

Therefore there is no real HONESTY - not with others but certainly not with yourself!!

You are not letting people know how you truly feel or what you truly think and you might not even know yourself, especially if you have been wearing the mask for some time – the mask of happiness that is smiling on the outside, but perhaps does not quite reach the eyes and it CERTAINLY does not reach your HEART – where it would truly make a difference.

So if you have tried everything

Or at least you have tried everything you could think of , consider this:

What if everything you could think of actually came from the depressed voice not YOU as such – the depressed voice that is actually intended to keep you depressed - the voice that tells you anything it needs to so depression can remain alive?

What if everything you have been told about depression and getting it out of your life ACTUALLY gets distorted by the depressed voice such that you can’t really hear the TRUE MESSAGE?

What if the answer were to start to de-identify with the depressed voice – the voice that fights to keep depression alive in your life – and to do the OPPOSITE of what you are being told

The voice that says:

That won’t really work;

My situation is much more complicated than that;

If I could only understand WHY if feel this way, then it would all go away;

Surely the answer is in something that I have DONE, or experienced – surely the answer is located somewhere in the past and when I find it – who or what to blame – then I will feel better.

Well this actually all takes your eye off the prize

The answers to overcoming depression are SIMPLE but not EASY to implement;

The mechanisms that drive depression are VERY SIMILAR for everyone – there are more commonalities than there are differences regardless of your specific circumstances or adversities experienced;

The answers to truly overcoming depression are NOT in the past - sure understanding our past can ‘lower the waterline on the iceberg’ – but this will never be the answer as the problem is locate in the NOW

How you relate to the now.

How you treat yourself in the now.

How you spend your time in the now.

It is all now – and if you are holding on to the past – or trying to figure a few things out before you start to take action NOW – then depression has STILL GOT YOU!!

Because this is how depression works to keep you bound – to keep you a prisoner of your own thoughts and experiences. It is very dastardly and sneaky and you can start to see it as such:

The Gollum – holding onto things that are making you sick

The Gremlin – getting up to mischief and wreaking havoc (just add water!!)

The Troll – not allowing ANYTHING past (who is that trip trapping over my bridge!!)

This voice, the depressed voice, IS NOT YOU – and this can be super hard to see if you are either deep in depression OR you have been depressed for a long time – you start to identify with the voice as you and believe it UNQUESTIONINGLY!

So what are the alternatives?

Well there are many options when it comes to really kicking depression to the curb but the first one really is identifying the depressed voice:

The voice that makes you feel worse when you listen to it’s advice;

The voice that makes you feel like shit about yourself;

The voice that tells you there is nothing to look forward to – I’m sorry, but are you psychic??

There is no reason to believe that these thoughts are any more real than other, more supportive or beneficial thoughts. None what so ever, other than what the depressed voice will tell you – oh you feel terrible, therefore this must mean something – about you!

Well it does mean something – and it is NOT what the depressed voice will tell you - nor does not have to mean anything about YOU personally AT ALL.

It could just mean that there are a few things that you now GET TO CHANGE.

It could mean that you now have the opportunity to start to see yourself, and your thoughts, a little differently.

It could mean that you now have the opportunity to not only do things a bit differently but to OPEN UP to the possibility that things could get better for you

That these are really all habits – and if you start to focus on cultivating other habits – maybe the habits that will allow more happiness into your life – maybe THEN you can really kick depression to the curb, FOR GOOD.

What will you do instead of depression?

It is so important with any change that you look at what you are going to be doing INSTEAD!!

If you are experiencing depression, then yes you need to know how you are going to get out of it, sure that makes sense. But you are also going to need a plan about what you are going to replace it with – what are you going to do instead of depression!!

That is a choice – and it is best to choose wisely as otherwise the black dog will nip at your heels as it still sees that it has a place – oh you have a vacancy hey, you are hiring? Well how about trying me again!?

If you did have a guest to stay, and they trashed your room or your house – would you really have that guest back to stay again?

I think not!

You would make well sure that if they ever did come knocking that the room was no longer available – sorry we let Aunt Flo come and live here so there is no vacancy!!

You absolutely need to find something else to replace it with, otherwise old habits return, and then these new habits need to be practised DAILY – as your commitment to yourself that this is HOW YOU ARE NOW – this takes practice and it is YOUR INVESTMENT in yourself!

Are you investing in yourself?

If you truly want to experience not only ‘depression management’ but ever increasing good in your life, then you will want to make sure that you are making this commitment to yourself

A daily commitment to living a better life – that is one of your choosing.

So consider, what would you be doing instead of depression – what could you replace it with? Start to do more of this every day, no matter how small. Just find something else, and typically it is the OPPOSITE of what the depressed voice will tell you that you need.

What are you willing and able to invest in today, that will make the biggest difference overtime to finally replace the depression habits?

Remember that Bodhi starts with you!

Toni-Anne

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