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I should have kissed you (Lo'ak x human reader)

A/n: HEY YALL. THIS IS MY FIRST X READER AND ITS INSPIRED BY A SONG I LIKE! I was listening to it and I immediately thought of my favorite blue boy from Way of Water. Lo'ak needs more love😤 but I am thinking about doing some x readers one shots inspired by a few songs. This is nothing but sweet gooey butterflies in your stomach fluff, small bit of language but its Lo'ak, he always cusses. The jest of it is that you are a 14 year old botanist who was raised by Max and Norm. I'm not gonna tell you all the deets, but I think yall will like it. I really enjoyed writing it. The song is "I should have kissed you (Goodnight)" by Gloriana. If you like this one, please let me know if you want another. And relax, not all of them are going to be country songs. The next one is going to be a Meghan Trainor song. Anyway, let's get this party started!!!

The warm Pandora air swept through your hair, as you were in your avatar body to collect samples. "(Y/N), it is getting time for bed. You need to head to camp and rest so your human body can relax." A scientist says to you through their oxygen mask. You curtly nod as you hand them the samples, "Do you mind taking these to the lab for me? I want to study a few of them." You tell them, giving them a polite smile, which they happily return. "Of course, see you in a bit!" they chirp as you walk to camp where the other avatars are. You walk in to see some of the Sully kids walking around, Norm giving Spider a hard time, causing you to laugh. You lock eyes with the younger son of Jake Sully, Lo'ak. You quickly turn around, not wanting it to seem like you were staring at him. "Avatars only! Go around!" one of the scientists scolds the kids, making Kiri mock her. You chuckle as you lay down, letting sleep crash on you like a harsh wave.

Your eyes flutter open as you wake up in your human body, Max lifting the link capsule lid open so you can get up. "Hello there sleeping beauty. Your samples are in your personal lab on your desk." he says smiling at you which you return. You give him a pat on the shoulder as a thank you as you see Lo'ak, Spider, and Kiri walk in the lab to greet Max and Norm. You nervously walk past them, not really used to seeing them that much. Especially Lo'ak, yeah you see Spider a good amount of time, mainly so you can talk to him about working on an avatar for him. You see Kiri sometimes, mainly she come to you with questions about her mother, Grace. But with Lo'ak, it's different. Yes, you two see each other a little bit, he would always leave little gifts for you on your desk. Well, to you they are gifts, but to him they are just knickknacks he finds that he thinks has no value. But they are your treasures, small plants, shiny rocks, heck even the tip of a thanator claw that he found. That was the first gift he gave you, so you turned it into a necklace and you refuse to take it off. You walk into your lab to find your plant samples, making you sigh in relief that they weren't damaged.

You take a seat and you hear a small knock on the open door of your lab. You look up to see Lo'ak shyly looking at you. "Lo'ak. What a surprise!" you say, trying your best not to be awkward and shy. He chuckles a bit and takes a breath through his respirator, "Can't be much of a surprise if you purposely left your door open for me." he says smirking a bit. You roll your eyes and shakes your head, "I don't know what you're talking about. So what did you bring me today?" The question made him smile a bit as he takes a small bright blue rock out from behind his back. "It's nothing much, but I found it on the mission today. And....well when I saw it, I thought of you." The small confession made you confused, "Lo'ak, the stone is beautiful. But what made you think of me when you found it?" You ask him, taking the small object from him as he rubs the back of his neck. "Well, there was destruction and chaos all around, yet that small blue stone kept shining. And well, every time I bring you something dumb and probably ugly, your eyes shine with curiosity. And the way that rock shined, it reminded me of you." he kept rubbing his neck nervously.

You smile and put it on a shelf with the other treasures your close friend has brought you. "It's perfect, Lo'ak. Thank you." You smile at him as he grins back. You two stand together in a comfortable silence, Lo'ak practically standing over you with his height. "Hey, you wanna go outside with me? Maybe walk around and find more things for your collection?" His question makes your heart skip a beat, you nod quickly, not trusting your voice. He grins and grabs your oxygen mask and quickly grabs your hand, pulling you gently to the exit. You put your mask on, and you wave to Max and Norm, as Kiri and Spider must have left earlier. Since there was no sign of them in the lab.

Lo'ak takes his respirator off and hangs it up as he takes you outside. You two walk to the forest as he stops. "No ikran ride. I got grounded. So milady." he bends down so he can give you a piggyback ride. You giggle and climb up on his back, holding on firmly enough so you won't fall. "Please keep your arms and legs within the Lo'ak at all times" he says as he jumps and starts to climb a tree. "I really need to stop letting you watch those cartoons that Norm showed me." you say, giggling as you hold on to Lo'ak. He chuckles and jumps from one tree to another, making you laugh as you hold on. You two finally make it to the river, where the rocks glow and the water just runs.

You are so mesmerized by the sparkling waters, you slowly slide off Lo'ak's back.

"Oh my goodness, Lo'ak.....The waters.....the rocks..."

"Yeah, its pretty cool isn't it."

"It's beautiful" You say smiling as you watch the rocks glow in the darkness.

"Yeah, it is." But Lo'ak wasn't talking about the rocks. He was staring at you, the way the glow illuminates your face through your oxygen mask, makes you look hypnotizing. To the point where the Na'vi boy couldn't look away. You turn to him and catch him staring, causing you both to look away blushing. You two stay at the river for a while till Norm and Max radios you that it is getting late, and they want you home. You hop back on Lo'ak's back and he takes you back to the lab. He walks inside with you, and you take your mask off. "I had fun tonight Lo'ak." You say blushing lightly.

He rubs his neck for like the third time today, "So did I, (Y/N). I hope we can do it again some time." He says and you nod. You two both stands there in an awkward silence, that the sound of a pen could break the tension. "Well....goodnight." You say quietly, walking to your room. "Yeah....goodnight." he says as he slowly walks out of the lab, both of you kind of disappointed. You both have been pining for each other for the longest time. And to end the night like that, both of you felt disappointed in yourselves.

Lo'ak's point of view

Lo'ak sits outside, contemplating whether to go home. He kept thinking of how the night should have ended. Should it have ended with a hug? A confession? A kiss? His thoughts running wild as he just sat there.

I dropped you off Just a little after midnight Sat in my car 'Til you turned off your porch light

He watches as you turn off the lights in the lab, he assumes you were going to get ready for bed. He sighs and gets up, as he starts walking back home, thinking of what could have happened.

I shoulda kissed you I shoulda pushed you up against the wall I shoulda kissed you Just like I wasn’t scared at all

He stops walking for a moment, not that far from the lab. What the hell was he doing? He sighs for a minute, trying to plan his next move. As he attempts to think, a light lands on his shoulder. A woodsprite, he watches it floats to the lab, a sign from Ewya, letting him know to go for it. "Fuck it!" he says running back to the lab.

I turned off the car Ran through the yard Back to your front door

He runs back to the lab and gets inside as the lights come on again, not bothering to get his respirator and before he could get to your room, he sees you. Standing in front of him, chest heaving as if you had run to him.

Before I could knock You turned the lock And met me on the front porch

His chest heaving just as much as yours, he strides over to you and looks down at you. "Lo'ak-" he doesn't even let you finish talking. He bends down and presses his lips to yours, in a warm passionate kiss.

And I kissed you Goodnight And now that I've kissed you It's a good night, good night, baby, goodnight

(Y/N)'s point of view

You walk in your room, confused and disappointed with the end of the night. What did you want to happen? Did you want to tell him how you feel? To tell him that you're madly in love with him. Your mind races as you watch Lo'ak leave through your window.

You couldn't see me Watching through the window Wonderin' what went wrong Praying that you wouldn’t go

You sigh sadly. You wanted to scream, tell him not to leave but you couldn't find the courage. You sigh again and turn off the lights to the lab. Deciding to try to sleep and think of what could have been.

You shoulda kissed me You shoulda pushed me up against the wall You shoulda kissed me I was right on the edge and ready to fall

You watch as Lo'ak stops, you silently beg for him to turn around and see you. All your begging and praying was answered as you see a woodsprite float away from Lo'ak towards the lab. Another shows up at your window, floating towards Lo'ak. "Thank you Ewya." You say as you see Lo'ak running back, you run to get to him.

I turned off the car Ran through the yard Back to your front door

You turn the lights on so you can see as you run into the link lab. A pair of yellow orbs staring at you in surprise. He must of thought you were in bed already, but how could you sleep when all you could think about was him.

Before I could knock You turned the lock And met me on the front porch

You watch as he walks towards you, those eyes never once leaving yours. What do you do? What do you say? Your heart is racing and your mind is trying to catch up. "Lo'ak-" a pair of soft lips land on yours, causing you to immediately return the kiss.

And I kissed you Goodnight And now that I've kissed you It's a good night, good night, baby, goodnight

3rd person point of view

Lo'ak's tail wraps around your leg, he holds you as if you were the most precious thing in the world. Cause to him, you were. Your arms wrap around his neck as his tail untangles from your leg and he lifts you in his arms as the two of you continue to kiss.

I turned off the car Ran through the yard Back to your front door Half scared to death, can’t catch my breath Aren't these the moments we live for?

He pulls away breathless, and you immediately go to grab the respirator he forgot. He holds you tightly, "I'm fine, (Y/N). I'm fine just.... relieved." You look at him confusedly and stroke his cheek. "I....I didn't think you felt the same way. I've wanted to kiss you for so long." he says leaning into your touch. You smile at him lovingly, "Lo'ak, I've liked you since you gave me the thanator claw, and I wanted to kiss you.... for a long time." He grins and kisses all over your face, causing you to giggle.

And I kissed you Goodnight And now that I've kissed you It's a good night, good night, baby, goodnight

He kisses you one more time before setting you down gently. "You know your parents are gonna be pissed at you right?" you ask slightly amused. "When are they not sweetheart." you blush at the name, and you give him a peck on the lips.

It's a good night, good night, baby, goodnight

"Goodnight Lo'ak." you say with your heart full, as you head back to your room.

It's a good night, good night, baby, goodnight

"Goodnight, (Y/N)." Lo'ak says as he walks out of the lab and back to his parents.

It's a good night, good night, baby, goodnight

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skia-oura · 6 years

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A/N: Here we are, at the conclusion. Thank you all for taking this journey with me!

Prologue // Previous

Ao3

What comes after.

Epilogue

Tommy Hangar, while late-night dusting, absentmindedly turned on the TV to a ‘breaking news’ report about some disaster in Kabul. She paid it little mind—it was just for background noise, after all—until she heard the magic phrase, “Alcor the Dreambender,” and then suddenly she was Very Invested in this cover story. Tommy dropped the Everlasting Handheld Dustmop (also known as a rag with a bunch of spells in it in order to make it hardier and better at dusting) and stared for a moment before she recovered her wits.

“Hon,” she called out, easing onto the couch like she was afraid it might bite, gaze focused on the screen on the wall showing a couple of well-dressed reporters. “Hon, you want to see this!”

“I’m in the bathroom!” Filara’s voice was muffled by the door and distance between them. Tommy reached out with one finger and slid the volume up on the television unit.

“…see, the damage to the city was located in a somewhat economically depressed sector just east of the main downtown center. It seems to have started in this block of rented townhomes, as you can see from the aerial shot provided by first responders to the scene.”

“Then hurry pissing and get out there, you want to see this!” Tommy yelled.

“It’s a number two!” Tommy heard, but shortly after there was the sound of the toilet unit being flushed. Tommy leaned forward, her elbows on her legs, and stared at the devastation depicted even as the news anchors described it.

“Shockwaves were reported at 3:26 local time to a nearby fire station from a location nearly a kilometer away from the epicenter. Shortly after, several buildings shook as though an extended earthquake event was occurring. Pedestrians were thrown from their feet, and some were crushed under collapsing walls that were torn apart by the force of the blows exchanged between two demonic forces. As we said earlier, one of the two demons was positively identified to be Alcor the Dreambender.”

On the screen, buildings were partially to fully collapsed the closer they were to the epicenter, a partially still-standing block of townhomes. One of them had a hole in the roof, from what Tommy could see before the view faded back to the two anchors, faces stern. Down the hall, the bathroom door opened.

“That’s correct, Penny,” the centaur said, their tail swishing behind them in what Tommy thought might be agitation. “Several consulting demonologists on the second-response team were quick to point out that not only was Alcor the Dreambender participating in a fight, but his opponent was another rather strong demon titled Lilith. From what we understand, the battle lasted perhaps three minutes above Kabul before being relocated to the nearby Hindu Kush mountains, but the consequences of the short encounter were huge for Kabul.”

“All right, what do I have to see?” Filara asked, reaching over the back of the couch and pressing a kiss to Tommy’s neck. Tommy shivered and reached up to curve her hand along Filara’s cheek.

“Just watch,” Tommy said. Filara hummed, then did that thing where she just climbed over the back of the couch instead of walking around to the other side like a normal person. Tommy sighed, and adjusted so that she could lean against Filara, her chin hooking into the valley of Filara’s shoulder.

“So far, almost five hundred residences and places of work have been labeled non-viable, just over fifty have been found dead, and a further ninety six people have been injured. Experts estimate that there should be another one hundred casualties, though they differ in opinion on how many of these casualties should be fatal or simply injured.”

Filara hummed. “This is awful, but why should I be seeing this?”

“Shh,” Tommy said, patting Filara’s stomach.

On screen, the centaur’s human companion nodded gravely. She picked up a data pad, glanced down at it, and then addressed the camera. “While it is historically one of the less traumatic incidences of fighting between Alcor and other demons, experts say to exercise caution. According to these experts, Alcor’s reemergence after such a long period of inactivity is something to watch. Please do not attempt to summon Alcor the Dreambender, as you will be putting your life as well of the lives of everybody around you at risk.”

“Oh,” Filara said. She rubbed her hand down Tommy’s side. “Ah. I see.”

“Unsurprisingly, when looking at historical cases such as the event that caused the formation of the Californian Federation over two millennia ago, this demonic encounter also made big changes to the environment. Mishana, take it away.”

The centaur nodded. “Of course. It seems that, from initial reports, that the massively toxic Kabul river has somehow been purified of said dangerous toxins. The river has never been clearer. This footage, of the site where experts are nearly certain the remainder of the demonic encounter took place, will show you this odd phenomenon currently taking place.” The camera shifted to pan a view of what looked like it was a normal mountain range just a while ago, but now was some kind of weird freaky smooth melted-stone valley. The hair on the back of Tommy’s neck stood up just looking at it. She got further goosebumps at the way the river changed from murky and viscous to clear and quick at one point near the far end of the valley.

“Well,” Filara said. “I’m not sure I ever want him in my house again, nice as it was to talk to him.”

“Don’t think we have any kind of choice,” Tommy said, quietly. She stared at the screen. “And, well, as fucking awful as that horror shit looks, it can’t be all bad? I mean, the river’s so clear you could probably peep through it and see somebody changing on the other side.”

Filara huffed. “Yes, romantic, way to remind me of how we met.”

“Accident,” Tommy drawled. She had let Filara know that her windows should probably be dimmed, just in case, and by the way that was a cute mole she had on her butt. “Also, this house is in one piece, right? And so are we? And that little kiddiwink hangs around him. Could be worse.”

On the screen, the news agency showed videos of the destruction in the mountains next to ones of the devastation in Kabul proper. Filara sighed. “Could be worse indeed.”

Pandemonium Server: “Sigil_Works”

General Channel

Karl Svinhish 7:39 AM

Posting in all channels: Just as a reminder to all personnel, today is a half-day! Please only work three hours of your six. If you work more, we will know. We will find you. You will go home at some point.

Ennis Hart 7:41 AM

lol what u gonna do, u can’t stop us from thinking at home, we got shit to get done and thru before the Terminator comes back

also u don’t gotta do that in all channels smh

Karl Svinhish 7:41 AM

We cannot stop you from doing anything outside of the workplace, but please be reminded that as Thinktank department personnel, our insurance does not cover you for any sigil work done outside the premises!

Sally Minh 7:42 AM

wait, mr. farkas is back??

Ziyi Zhang 7:42 AM

Wait what??? My favorite????? Where was he????????

Ennis Hart 7:42 AM

how the shit is bentley farkas, destroyer of dreams and rejecter of perfectly good plans, your fav

Ziyi Zhang 7:43 AM

Bentley Farkas is a God among Mortals and you should not profane his name like this

Sally Minh 7:44 AM

honestly, mr. farkas is Sigils Goals

Anish Wellington 7:44 AM

Do we know what happened to him? He was kidnapped, right?

Lucas Onderon 7:45 AM

yall are loud way too early in the morning. go away morning people

Ennis Hart 7:45 AM

yeah he kidnapped i think?? i think sally took that phone call

also lucas turn us on mute if you want to sleep

Lucas Onderon 7:46 AM

But now were talking about the mysterious mister farkas I need to put in my two cents

Sally Minh 7:47 AM

yes, the police said that there had been an incident and that it looked like mr. farkas had been the victim of some kind of kidnapping, and had officially been listed as a missing person. they only told me because literally nobody else was at work.

Anish Wellington 7:48 AM

Thank you Sally. I will be sleeping again but if there are any updates, please tag me.

Sally Mihn 7:48 AM

Ok!

Lucas Onderon 7:48 AM

and that is that benny boy might act super nice and be super smart and all that shit, but he got a stick up his ass and needs to chill out instead of freaking out over every single proposal we send him. hed gotten unbearable after minhaj left.

Ziyi Zhang 7:49 AM

#internlife

also u know that @BentleyFarkas is in this chat, right?? He’s going to see all of this.

Lucas Onderon 7:50 AM

hes nerver in here nayways

lkadjklwj

*never in here anyways

Karl Svinhish 7:50 AM

Please refrain from being rude! We do not tolerate bullying and rudeness in this chat, especially when those being bullied have been kidnapped and recently escaped said kidnapping!

Ennis Hart 7:51 AM

holy shit wait he escaped?? Not police action or whatever??

Sally Minh 7:51 AM

Is he okay?

Ziyi Zhang 7:52 AM

yeah is he ok? Any deets?

Lucas Onderon 7:52 AM

Bentley ‘gives in to puppy dog eyes’ farkas actually escaped? What?? you cant just leve it at that

*leave

@BentleyFarkas explain

Karl Svinhish 7:53 AM

Leave him alone! He is recovering, and will be on indefinite leave of absence.

Lucas Onderon 7:53 AM

Paid???

Karl Svinhish 7:53 AM

There is the possibility that he will be working remotely!

Ennis Hart 7:54 AM

But u said we cant take work home???? insurance doesn’t cover outside work premises????

Karl Svinhish 7:54 AM

That’s for the Thinktank department! Bentley Farkas has been consistently attentive to detail and is one of the leading minds in this field, and as such we have entered negotiations with our insurance agency.

Ziyi Zhang 7:56 AM

why you hatin? bentley farkas is a god of sigils. i would say more but bentley is in this server.

Ennis Hart 7:56 AM

U don’t see him in thinktank do u

Sally Minh 7:56 AM

bc hes too good for thinktank

Bentley Farkas 7:57 AM

That’s bc Im too good at practics 4 u

Lucas Onderon 7:57 AM

bc hes overrated is what and thinktank knows that

Ziyi Zhang 7:57 AM

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BENTLEY??!??!!??!?

Sally Minh 7:58 AM

mr. farkas???

Lucas Onderon 7:58 AM

holy shit

Bentley Farkas 7:59 AM

The rumors of my death were highly exaggerated. but im only saying that im alive and have my hands on a phone. i probs wont be coming back to work for a while. working things out.

Ennis Hart 7:59 AM

send us a pic or ur an imposter

Karl Svinish 8:00 AM

Please don’t feel pressured to do anything Bentley! We’re with you all the way. Also please send me the documents we discussed yesterday as soon as possible.

Bentley Farkas 8:00 AM

It’s ok, promise not to scream.

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Ziyi Zhang 8:00 AM

@AnishWellington GET BACK IN HERE HOLY SHIT

WHAT THE FUCK BENTLEY

“Hey, this is Torako Lam! Leave a text for me after the beep, unless you’re my dads, in which case leave me a VM so that I can hear your voices! Have a great day, and stay cool.”

-beep-

“Hey Tora, this is your dear old Dad! Just calling in to check and see how you’re doing. You missed our weekly call yesterday. I know that Bentley going missing has been a big blow, and I’m worried about you. Please call me back! If nothing else, I can sort of keep you company for a bit. Love you lots!”

-beep-

“Torako, is everything okay? You haven’t responded to my texts or your Father’s. Your workplace said that you were on suspension. I just want to make sure that you’re doing all right. Tyrone hasn’t answered his phone either, and Bentley is obviously out of the question. Please call us back. Any time is okay, even at a god-awful hour in the morning. Love you so much, bye.”

-beep-

“Torako, this is Mama. Your Father called me, said that your Dad and he hadn’t heard from you at all lately? What’s up with that darling? They’re getting frightened that you’re dead. I told them that that’s nonsense, you’re far too tough for that. Your Father and I made you, after all! Then again, we made you, so I am a very small bit worried. If you have some troubles you can’t tell your Dad or Father, you can tell me. I know I’ve been busy recently, but I can make time for you. Loves and smooches, your Mama.”

-beep-

“Torako, what’s going on?? It’s been a week, and all we’ve heard out of you is one solitary ‘I love you, I’m alive’ text. Which, thank you, but also that’s worrying! Are you in danger? Is Tyrone gone too? I tried talking to some of your old hurling friends, but none of them know where you are. I will get on a port to your apartment in the next day if you don’t respond. I love you, but please tell me that you’re okay! Goodbye.”

-beep-

“Yo, Tora, it’s Hana, long time no talk! So your Dad contacted me yesterday about you being like out of town or out of touch or something? And I’m a little concerned?? I heard from him that your life partner went missing, which is sad and also makes me worried about you. Are you okay? I’m here for you if you need me. Catch you later!”

-beep-

“Torako, this is Officer Akuapem. Hepsa has been getting better. They think she can return to work next month. I hope things are going well for you. We are continuing to investigate. There seems to be a lead into Canada. We have been tracing emails. Maybe you already know this; we had a report of a break and enter a few days ago. It was to someone we thought might be tied into the investigation. Please be careful. Don’t do anything stupid.”

-beep-

“Tora, this is Lata’s mom. She said something about seeing you last night! Thank you for following up on that message; you don’t seem to have received any of my texts, so I thought I would try my had at a VM. It’s been so long since I left one! Again, thank you very much. When you find Bentley, let him know he was missed! I hope he is okay. That’s all, thanks! Goodbye!”

-beep-

“What’s going on Torako? Why did you send me that cryptic message that you love me and that if you don’t message me again you failed? What are you failing? Are you doing something stupid? Please don’t do this Torako. Don’t do this to us. Please be safe. I love you. Be safe. Stay safe. We love you.”

-beep-

“This is your Father. Please be careful. Your Dad is worried sick. We love you. Stay safe. Come home soon.”

-beep-

End of messages. Do you want to delete these messages? Select yes, no, or other options.

Other options selected. Your options are: respond with call, respond via VM, respond via text, respond via film video, select and archive messages, forward mes—

Respond with call selected. Which messages would you like to respond to? Please select the releva—

Message “What’s going on Torako? Why—” selected. Sender: Dad. Time: 3 hours ago. Are you sure you want to select this message? Yes or—

Understood. Calling in three…two…one.

-ring-

-ri—

“Torako??!”

“Yo, hey Dad. Uh. Hi. How are you.”

“Torako?? Are you okay?? Where are you, what’s going on, is everything all right, what in the Fathomless Seas made you send such a frightening message?”

“So, funny story.” A laugh. “Not funny, but I’m more or less okay, only minimally hurt and traumatized. It’s fine. Also we’re outside right now.”

Silence.

“Outside??”

“Yeah, and uh,” Torako said, “Bentley’s been through shit and there’s some stuff we haven’t told you. So like. Yeah. Don’t scream when you come outside.”

Footsteps. “Scream, why would I scream?”

Opening door. Quick inhale, then the start of a scream before it is muffled behind a hand.

“I’ll explain everything, I promise,” Torako said. “Can we…come in?”

A pause. When spoken, the voice is a little strained. “Okay. Come in please.”

“Thank you, now let me just—” A click, and a dial tone that cuts out.

The study was large and well-lit by two giant windows. Their thin, magically reinforced glass panes somehow seemed to let in more sunlight than they should be capable of, like they were capturing brightness and magnifying it to a subtle degree. There was a slightly dusty off-white desk in front of the shorter window at the head of the room. Stacks of books and papers and tablets towered in neat, short little hills, and there was an old-fashioned ballpoint pen sat in the middle, near a clear space for the user to sit at and work. A pair of archivists gloves was nearby, and a desk lamp floated at one corner. At the other corner, there was a small vase with two bright orange lilies caught in stasis.

Runes flared along the edges of the ceiling, turning brighter and brighter until they burst in a small thunderclap of sound. The wallpaper tore, burned, and ash rained down on the formerly pristine room. It dotted the long red couch perpendicular to the desk in deceptively soft flakes, fragile and dangerous all at once. Flakes of burning wallpaper continued to fall down even as another presence filled the room, blacks and golds and browns and pale skin. Alcor the Dreambender cast his gaze about the room, face utterly still as he took it all in. The ash did not touch him. Nobody entered the room.

He blinked, long and languid, at the floor to ceiling storage shelves containing all matter of memorabilia and research materials. He stared out the window at the deep, endless ocean, waves crashing against the cliffs below. He set his eyes on the desk, inhaled, and then drifted closer. With one gloved hand, he picked up one of the stacked antique books—Gleeful, Silent, Ferocious—and looked through it, flipping the pages slowly. He paused on one and read it more carefully, then snorted. “They get the funniest ideas,” he said, and he shut the book, set it on the desk carefully.

Then he tilted his head at the tome. It had some wrong bits, but it wasn’t all that bad. There were a few that were decent, actually. Dipper tugged them from under the other stacks, sending them sliding down and across the desk. Torako would like them, he thought. And a couple were like, super rare, so if nothing else she could sell them online and get bank.

Alcor slid the books into his stomach, feeling a little sick at the memory of pulling the three of them out of him: Bentley unconscious and with a sluggish heartbeat, Torako wide-eyed and trembling and barely keeping it together, Haji freaked out beyond measure. He’d made a deal—those memories for the means to get out of Kabul and somewhere safe—but Torako had refused to, clutching Bentley to her with a wild, nearly feral look on her face. But they were safe, now. They were safe.

Though, Dipper thought as he considered exactly what he’d just done with the books, he’d still be careful about pulling them out in front of people. Maybe he wouldn’t pull them out in front of Bentley or Torako at all. Yes. That was the safest option. Torako’s dads would also possibly mind it if he extricated the books from his demonic bowels via tentacle too, thinking about it. Alone. Alone it was.

He then looked up at the splash of orange, the lilies in the crystal vase, spinning slowly midair. Alcor the Dreambender reached out, and his gloves melted away so that his bare fingers could touch the petals. Lurid. Bright. Beautiful.

If he’d gotten his hands on Fantino’s soul, they would have either been eaten, or would have suffered debilitating allergies to flowers for the next several lives.

Instead Dipper withdrew his fingers and looked at the flowers. Then, he reached out again, blue fire sparking along the channels of friction ridges in the pads of his fingers, and touched them. The fire sputtered, then flared, consuming the flowers and shooting down the line of magic tethering them to the desk. Dipper stared at it, looked through the desk to the manuscripts of new publications in progress, and smiled. The fire wouldn’t stop until the house burned down.

Dipper stayed a moment longer just to see the books and the desk and the tablets burst into flame, and then he blipped out of the study and its long, beautiful windows and its pristine pale features. The windows caught the light inside and amplified it, gently, subtly, to glow a soft blue that didn’t alarm the neighbors until it was too late for anything of Dr. Vallian Fantino to be saved.

The air was heavy with salt, enough that when Bentley opened his mouth and breathed he could taste it on his tongue. It was also heavy with the sound of the tide, crashing and crumbling and receding with the tide. This beach was empty because of the dangerously sharp rocks tumbling on the seafloor not even two meters in from the edge. Honestly, though, that suited Bentley just fine, early in the morning with the night coolness still clinging to the breeze. Bentley closed his eyes, and breathed it in.

It had been five days since they’d gone home, to Torako’s parents, and he still wasn’t tired of the feeling of natural air against his skin. He was tired of having to eat soft, bland food, and was tired of how odd it felt to go to the bathroom, but he wasn’t tired of being somewhere that rubbed against his skin and filled his chest with thrumming energy. He wasn’t tired of being able to refuse to go to a hospital, and instead have a hospital come to him.

He also wasn’t tired of the feeling of sand on his skin. Bentley smiled, and wriggled his feet deeper into the soft sand. When he opened his eyes, the residual magic of it glimmered, just enough to be noticed but not enough to be distracting. It was nice. It was okay. It would be okay.

Out further, where the sand became damp and the waves foamed with the force of their collisions, the water also glimmered, deep and dark like Dipper sometimes was. Bentley could see it now, more than ever: Dipper’s continuing influence on the islands, even after a long two millennia. It would have been something that explained how Dipper was able to hide his energy signature here so well. It would have been something Bentley’s Dad would have loved to know. Bentley set his face in his hands, his elbows on his knees, and looked out to sea.

“What would you have thought of all this?” Bentley wondered out loud. The wind picked at his short hair, his long sleeves and his pants, and he felt cold despite the relative warmth. He thought about Fantino, and said, “What do you think of me now?”

“What does who think of you now?”

Bentley stiffened, but let out a deep breath and looked up over his shoulder. “Torako,” he said, and the warmth inside him wasn’t fake even if his dumb brain wouldn’t let go of the fact he’d dreamed about her being mean. Ugh.

“Me? I think you’re pretty great,” she said, a crooked smile on her face. She dug her toes into the sand, sandals hanging from two hooked fingers. Bentley let out a fond, exasperated sigh.

“Thanks,” Bentley said. “I think you’re pretty great too. Most of the time, at least.”

Torako gasped and held her hand over her heart. “Only most of the time? Your conditional love wounds me.”

Bentley snorted. “Sit down already, you goof.”

She laughed and sat, legs stretching out, heels digging long trenches into the soft sand. Bentley watched how the morning sunlight glinted off the scars running root-like over her shins and calves, tangled and thin and innumerable. They too glimmered with magical byproduct. Everything glimmered these days, just about.

“Hey.” Torako nudged his shoulder with hers. “It’s not a big deal, doesn’t even hurt.”

“Because the doctors caught it in time to mitigate the damage, you mean.” Bentley shut out false memories of physical and emotional abuse and leaned into her. “Otherwise, you might have barely been able to walk because it would have hurt you so much.”

Torako hummed. “Eh.”

“Your bones had been shattered and then fused back together,” Bentley said. “You’re lucky it was fresh enough and magical enough that they could do a localized rewind on the bones.” Curses weren’t generally regarded as lucky, but in this case it was lucky that they could treat Torako’s leg as a curse.

“Not the end of the world.” Torako shifted her legs so that her ankles crossed. Sand clung, dry, to her toes. “Besides, it didn’t happen, I’m fine. It’s a non-issue at this point, unlike you.”

This time, Bentley gasped and held his hand over his heart. “I’m an issue?” He knew when to leave something alone, even if shattering and melting was pretty damn traumatizing in his book.

“Shut up, you’re not,” Torako said, grinning. She tousled his hair, and he hid a smile behind one hand at the familiarity. “No, I’m talking about what that place did to you—and don’t say it’s just cosmetic, you little shit.”

Back at you, Bentley thought but didn’t say. “I mean,” he said instead, waving a hand at his face, “It kind of is? I look very different, and the nurse that visited said there wasn’t anything physically wrong with me.”

“Pssh, I don’t need a nurse to tell that you’re also cold, like, all the time.” She pulled him closer and he let her, because he was cold and she looked very warm. “And you look at stuff funny sometimes, and you haven’t touched sigils since coming back, and the theft detector at the grocery store screamed at you going in. I think we need another specialist to come in to see you, actually.”

“Let’s not. Also, the detector wasn’t my fault.” Bentley frowned at the waves further out, not because they had done anything wrong but because the grocery store experience had been awful. He would have made the very bad decision of running away if Torako hadn’t been with him, and if she hadn’t been shaking herself. They’d ended up just going home and letting her dads do the shopping.

“Yes, that is true. But they never went off on you before, so that place absolutely did something to you. Somethings, even.”

Bentley took a deep breath. He closed his eyes, then gave her a little noncommittal hum and snuggled into her. She was warm, as he’d thought. Torako slid her hand into his. He listened to her heartbeat, steady against the backdrop of crashing waves. They curled further into each other in silence. Bentley ended up with his legs slung over the valley of her lap, head resting at the hollow of her collarbone, her chin nestled on top of his head. Her arms were secure around him. It was…nice.

He’d almost drifted off when she asked, “So what’s next?”

The first somewhat intelligible sound he made was “Huh?” It was also probably the third of fourth sound he’d made, the first few being byproducts of transitioning into clearer awareness. Somewhere in the distance, seabirds called out. The horn of a fishing boat sounded, the blare of it softened by space. Bentley let out a slow breath, content.

“What do we do now?” Torako asked. “Somehow, even if by some miracle I graduate, I don’t think that Officer Akuapem would support me entering the police force. And will you even go back to work? What do we—what happens, after the shit that we just went through?”

Bentley cracked his eyes open. Before him, the beach stretched on into the horizon, buildings rising out of it and pressing up, up into the sky. On the left was the sea, dark with crests of white, shimmering with sunlight and supernatural energy. “I’ve been considering it. Going back, I mean. But…”

Torako squeezed his hand, and waited for him to answer.

“Sigils are…hard.” Bentley looked at their hands, at his mismatched fingers interspersed between hers. “And I don’t think I’ll stay there forever. Plus, you’re higher priority. I’ll go wherever you need to.”

“No, silly, I go where you go.” She hugged him tighter. “You were in there a long time. You call the shots.”

“And you found me,” Bentley murmured. He shifted back so he could look her in the eyes, so that she knew how much she meant. How much she mattered. “You searched long and hard and found me. I wouldn’t have…” he stopped, suddenly filled with shame and guilt and horror. He looked away, to the sea.

Torako leaned forward to kiss him on the forehead. “You would have died,” she said. “You would have killed yourself.” Her voice shook a little when she said the words for him.

Bentley swallowed against the stiffness of his throat, because she was right, and because he couldn’t say it. He knew it, but he couldn’t say it.

“And that…” Torako took a deep breath. She pulled him back to her with soft but firm hands. “That really upsets me. Really. But you were—alone, and desperate, for so so long, so. I understand. It’s not okay but…I understand.”

He squeezed her hand, watched the waves crumble into the sand. Watched them pull back, and do it over, and over, and over.

“And we’re going to talk about that, as soon as you’re ready. First, though—what’s next? We can’t stay with my dads forever. Tyrone just about gives them a heart attack every time he shows up, I’m sure of it. They’re going to snap eventually.”

Bentley managed a short laugh. “Yeah.” He breathed in, then out, then in and asked, “What do you want?”

“Me?”

“Yeah,” he said. “I might be able to do remote work. So. What do you want?”

This time, Torako was silent, and Bentley waited.

“I don’t want to make you upset,” Torako said at length.

“You won’t.” Bentley turned and pressed his cheek to her collarbone.

She still hesitated. Birds called, the ocean sang a symphony, and somebody let out a jubilant shout for whatever reason, and Torako remained silent next to him.

Bentley shifted to press a kiss to her collarbone instead of his cheek, and then slid his forehead to the same spot. “I promise.” If he got upset, he’d get over it.

Torako let out a sigh of frustration. “Like, I miss it. Cult bashing. Parts of it, I mean, not everything. Being away from you sucked a lot.”

He hummed to let her know he was still listening.

“And I hate that you were missing. Like, even cult bashing, when I knew you were safe, I hated it. When I didn’t know? Hell. It was stressful, I was always tired, Dipper was a mess and I was a mess and everything was awful. Except, it kind of wasn’t. Looking back, there were parts I liked, you know?”

When she didn’t continue immediately, Bentley prompted, “Like?”

She nuzzled her nose into his hair. “Putting pieces together,” she murmured. “Not having all the bureaucratic tape to deal with. The thrill, sometimes. Imminent danger, not so much, but the adrenaline was…nice.”

This wasn’t upsetting at all, though Bentley could maybe see why she thought he would think so. He didn’t say that yet, though. “So what’s next then?”

There was a moment where all he heard from her was her breath, and then she asked, “You’re not upset?”

“No,” he said. “So, tell me—what’s next?”

“I,” she said. Then, she laughed and she tousled his hair again. “I asked you first, fishbrains! What’s next, huh, Bentley?”

“Hey!” He swatted at her hand and rolled off her lap to kneel next to her. She was smiling, hair still slightly damp from her morning shower, tank-top sliding off her right shoulder. Her eyes gleamed with something that wasn’t magic, but Bentley almost felt was. Fondness blooming gentle in him, he raised his hands and cradled her face between them. Her smile slipped, eyes wide, and she looked at him like he was the most amazing thing in the world.

He loved her, he realized again. He loved her like he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. He didn’t love her like he wanted to engage in any kind of kissing, or groping, or even dating, but he wanted—he wanted. He wanted her with him for the rest of his life, and it was a realization that he’d made a long time ago but still didn’t know quite what to do with. Torako was—vibrant, and wonderful, and he’d long resigned himself to the possibility of another person wedging themselves between them, better and stronger. And maybe it wasn’t a healthy thought; pan trios, and quads, and even quints existed in the world, but something in him didn’t want another person. The rest of him knew that was selfish, and wrong, and that if Torako wanted to go, if she needed to go—he wouldn’t get in the way.

But by the seas and the stars did he love her.

“We…take it a day at a time,” he said.

“That’s specific,” she said, eyebrows quirking and mouth slanting up, cockeyed.

“Oh hush. We take it a day at a time,” he said again. “We figure our shit out as we go, and know that things’ll go wrong but that’s okay. We talk.”

“I would hope so.”

He smooshed her cheeks in, and she laughed, eyes squinting almost shut with joy. Bentley laughed at the sight of her.

Gripping her cheeks between his fingers and pulling them out a little, he said, “We do stupid shit and try new things and try old things again. We…don’t stay on Minte de Daos, because, you know, Tyrone.”

Torako reached out and grabbed his own face, so he quickly let go of her cheeks. She smirked at him. “Good plan. Very detailed.”

“And,” he said, shuffling closer. The sand shifted around him. “We go back home. You see about school, I see about doing work away from work and cutting it down to part time, because I’m…messed up.” He bit his lip, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath before soldiering on. “I’m messed up, and I need help but I can’t get it because of what exactly went down. So I do my best to help myself. And I do my best to help you help yourself.”

Torako nodded. Her palms relaxed against his cheeks. “Yeah. I can’t be your therapist, and you can’t be mine.”

“And then, when you’re done with school…you look into options. Like, I don’t know, a private investigator.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Ugh, that’s so much paperwork.”

“So something else,” Bentley said, just as he heard a soft noise, like something tearing, like the sound of smoothing out a sheet of paper. “We can��we can figure it out as we go. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“What are we figuring out as we go?” Dipper asked. “And why are we holding each other’s faces?”

Bentley looked up at Dipper, staring down at the both of them. Torako did the same. Dipper’s eyes were black and gold, even though the rest of him was as human as possible. “What to do next,” Bentley said.

“Yeah, Tyrone,” Torako asked. “What’s next?”

Dipper frowned at them. He pressed his lips together, and something flashed across his face before he shoved it down. Bentley’s smile dimmed, and he opened his mouth to—apologize? Say something?–when Dipper grinned wide and a little too sharp, and said, “There’s lots of options, but apparently one ends with either Torako or Bentley with sand up to their necks, so. There’s that!”

Bentley looked at Torako, her face framed by his hands. Torako looked at him, and squished his cheeks a little. Then Torako looked up, smiled prettily in that way that made Bentley’s internal alarms scream with urgency, and said, “I think you left out an option,” before tackling Dipper into the sand. Dipper squawked and went down flailing his limbs and sending beach flying everywhere.

“Get off! I am an almighty creature of pure energy!”

Torako caught Bentley’s eye over her shoulder, and he grinned. With a little trepidation, a little nervousness, he sunk his finger into the sand. There was a moment after where he stared at the sand, its magic, and wondered if this was really such a good idea. He’d caused a lot of damage, back in the pocket dimension. The sand had power of its own, who knew how that would interact?

Dipper screeched, Torako laughed, and Bentley drew a sigil. Behind them, the ocean undulated, waves cresting white out of the darkness of the water, seafoam fizzing against the porous sand of the shore. The tides moved, the currents shifted according to latent, now natural energy. Above, seabirds called and searched for food. A fishing boat pulled in its haul, protected by spells to ensure it wouldn’t lose any of its catch to mercenary fowl. A man on the beach a kilometer away kept staring at his phone and grinning. The mermaid civilization a few clicks away wove new birthing homes into being. A children’s class practiced hula on the shore, a cervitaur held up a shell to the sun to see how the light shone through, an old married couple held hands and walked, slow, along the tide where the sand was wet and firm and their rings glinted in the early morning.

The world glimmered, bright.

#transcendence au #orange lilies #tau fic #fic #torako #bentley #dipper

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oh shit yall send lots of questions hoo nelly answering almost all of them under the cut ,,, im gunan try and answer more technical ones first then fun ones and ones about the mod later so u dont gotta scroll all the way to the bottom for the good deets

Hi! I'm still kinda new to the blog and I was wondering what are the 'do and do-not' kind question I should do? Because im sure theres always that one ask thats just Innapropiated, like that one of Michael 'taking advantage og high Jeremy' that was just not cool. i got this ask a lot so ill be clear with yall. im just not a big angst fan? so sending michael asks about his anxiety nonstop and about how he had a panic attack in the bathroom over and over again wasnt that fun. usually if it pertains the musical though you should be find sending an ask about it? but sometimes i get asks that are like “jeremy ur nothing and how does it feel knowing u fucked everything up” like homie how i think its feels? how u think hes gunna react to that? i made this blog to negate a lot of negativity in my own life so i can promise u im going to be answering asks mostly positive always forever. that being said tho i sometimes get asks pertaining to a few things that ive dealt with in the past and these topics make me very very uncomfortable. dont send asks about these topics please. this is the no no list

-self harm, cancer, suicide, rape, parent death, car accidents, sudden death.

What was your inspiration for this blog? hoo boy well,,, ultimately i thought of them rooming together and got emotional and made a huge list of headcanons and was like ,,, why not run an askblog for a bit ill just abandon it after three asks lets have some fun. but somehow im still here and i got sucked in by the complexity of michael and jeremy. i know that sounds kinda silly but just, as someone who is dealing with a lot of similar things, like dependency issues and abandonment issues and depression and anxiety, having these fun functioning character to explore was such a gift for me. i believe honestly thats why im still here and doing this. being able to try and portray a healthy relationship and a healthy way of coping and growing has helped me a lot this past month and given me an outlet i didnt have before. TBH THO the main reason i made this blog if imma be real with u guys id because i didnt like the treatment of a lot of these issues in the fandom. it made me very upset to see depression used as an plot device and michaels dependency issues treated as romantic so i wanted to make a blog that had little to no angst. ANYWAYS somehow im still here ,,, gvrkjvrnkjfd sorry i rambled

honestly I just wanna say first that I love his blog and your art and you're so cool and kind!! a question would be (I'm not sure if you've answered this before or not) but is there like an on going story here, or is it mostly just answering questions with the characters set in this universe? (if that makes sense I'm sorry!) thank you, you're super awesome! ❤️ djrnjg first off thank u so much aaaa,, ive kind of answered this before but its ok its been a while since then! but um i do kinda have a story but how howdy i sure am dragging my feet. the story isn a hUGE OVERARCHING EPIC OF WOE AND THIS PERSON IS UPSET AND THIS PERSON IS MAD AT THIS PERSON its just michael and jeremy getting together. i have a plan and ive talked to a few people on how i want it to happen but ive gained like ,,,, 6,000 followers since then and im kinda nervous BUT ILL DO MY BEST but also please understand that i do this for fun for myself and if i dont get to it im so so so sorry woops

i know this has been said before but i'm really really happy w how you're handling so many aspects of their characters. i.e. michael being trans, michael and jeremy's anxiety, michael's dependency issues, and other stuff i'm too tired to think of. you made the characters have even more depth than they did in the play and i'm rly grateful for the way you're dealing w my favorite boys. (also your richjake is suuuper adorable) ahhhhhh thank u so much? i talked a bit about this on my main but im really glad people are happy with my decision on this blog because im suPER SUPER NERvous anytime i post an ask dealing with these things. (ask hachi or nate i always message them like freaking out and send them my scripts and asks and wait for them to tell me its ok before i post it omg) also like i talked about before i love,,, having these fun stoner gamer boys to explore these issues with. im honestly shocked by how many people also deal with dependency issues because when i first listened to the musical i was so overwhlemed by the song michael int he bathroom because i had never heard someone basically write “dependency issue: the song” and it felt so so so good to realize i wasnt alone in this pit of despair i fall into so easily aha. but im!! glad everyone is ok with this wild ride im on right now (also thank u so much i struggle writing rich and jake but i get so emotional cause they would TOTES call each other babe)

how come you just use sketch form for most of your drawing (sketches and uses sketch for the final result)? im ,,, not really sure what this is asking but i thnk its along the lines of why do i only sketch my answers?? and i do that because dude do u see how often i post and how lONG some of them are. i made this blog for fun and i love doing comics but i hate lineart and coloring and if i tried to churn out finished pics for every post id defs have given up a few asks in,, shrugs

I want to say I love your little comics they're so funny! How long does it take you to make a comic? Are any of them based on your experiences? Ok have a nice day! thank you! i love my little comics too! it usually takes me anywhere from an hour to five hours if im dragging my ass or talking on discord while im drawing. it can be kinda exhausting but since i took my break ive also been like, starting long comics one day and finishing them another day which, before i would do it all in one sitting then post it hahha. AS FOR EXPERIENCE the first half of the lifeguard comic was based on real life! we were stuck stoned up there for like an hour or two? but we didnt have anyone to help us but we got down eventually!! the wendys comic is also something i did because man!! i need to compliment food workers if they do a good job!! ummmmm just like jenna i also have a friend that said HAHA BYE and moved to cali and she is also lIVING IT UP and doing really well for herself and shes very independent and shes very inspiring to me! hmm i think thats it besides i used to have movie nights with my dad all the time too except we would watch my fave animated movies and sometimes lord of the rings cause my dad loved that

What kinds of things can we NOT ask ? What kinds of things do you WANT us to ask ? i covered the what not to ask in the first question so!!! um if my askbox is open and u want to respond to previous asks ive answered for the boys that would be so so so rad. sometimes im done with a certain ask and i have nothing to add but sometimes ive got more to say but am looking for an opportunity! that being said it made me really happy that i got a lot of asks about pj? shes not going to the main focus of any more asks but!!! i was nervous to introduce her and im glad u guys like her shes fun to write. but overall just general asks i can make a big ol fun story out of so!! dont worry too much about what to ask, if its something ud ask a real person and not like “lol what if ur dad died” ur gunna be fine probably

Hi! Not a question but your blog is so sweet and refreshing! I actually really appreciate that you refuse angst, that stuff tends to rub me the wrong way in fandoms... Keep taking good care of these boys ! gggg thank u!!! it means a lot to me that a lot of people are backing me up on this! i mean if u are an angst fan there are a lot of askblogs that explore that!! so its not in short supply bmc askblog fandoms got something for everyone

Which drawing program do you use?? i use paint tool sai and my tablet is a cintiq !!

this isn't really related to the faq but that bakunawa boy reference was great I LOVE THAT FIC MAN!!! the line was originally a little diff in that ask but i changed it cause ,,,, i could,,,,

an art style question. how do you keep the design of characters consistent from frame to frame? my characters they look a lil different every time I draw em (or a lot different) and it tends to disrupt the flow of my comics/animations ohh boy hoo wee props for doing animations im too scared to give that a whirl but!! it helps that i draw all the panels for an ask on one canvas! so if my next panel is going to be the same character in the same spot just in a diff pose i keep the lower layer on just at low opacity so i can use it as a ref! that helps me a lot!

Sorry if I'm nosy or rude, but are you reflecting Micheal Anxiety, Panic attacks and depence? iii think this is asking if i reflect my own issues onto them boys? and if so then yes i do. i dont place any of my own personality or anything on the boys but i do use them as a way to help me learn how to cope with my own shit and i try to deal with their issues in the healthiest way possible while also keeping in mind they are flawed individuals aaa

what are your pronouns??? and maybe your main blog?? im a cis girl so she/her is good! and my main is squigglegigs! also that being said IF YOU SEE THE USERNAME SQUIGGLEGIGS ANYWHERE JUST?? ASSUME ITS ME?? i have a twitter and an instagram and my tumblr account

((Hello mod will Michael and Jeremy eventually someday get together. I love them.)) if all goes according to plan yes! if i get overwhelmed and stop having fun on this blog then no! sorry thems the breaks but! i do want them to get together so HOPEFULLY

going off on that confrience on pornogrefy for birds, Im geussing jeremy has played Hatoful Boyfriend. am I wrong? well it wasnt intended as that ref and i dont know anything about hatoful boyfriend but i can see jerm finding it and playing it so, sure homie! the pornography for birds thing is a my brother my brother and me reference! i love that show and them boys so give it a scope!

I'm crying bcuz Michael said he's in love with Jeremy and it's beautiful yeah that boy is DEEP IN love with his bro bro

Any advice for running an ask blog?? (Ps i love this blog keep it up) personally whats worked for me so far is doing just sketches for art. honestly ive been able to work so much more and post so much more often while also trying to work on my expressions and poses! also taking my own experiences and shaping them to fit the characters has been SO MUCH FUN. th most important thing tho is,,, dont overwork urself dude. if ur having a fun time it shows. if ur just forcing urself to churn out material and its not fun? like shit we doing this for free dont push urself? idk idk overall being looser with my art and writing the dialogue before hand has been the most helpful for me for this askblog! ive run a bunch before including @ask-maz and ive run that sporadically for ,, three or four years? its so funny cause u can see my art style juMP AROUND SO MUCH but i love that blog and i only update it like every other month or so but?? i still like doing it and no on likes those posts but it makes me smile so ANYWAYS

~ok from here on its mostly just me replying to nice messages or people asking me personal questions that dont pertain to askguyslikeus so!!~

I just wanted to say I really really love your blog and just your art in general!! Keep up the good work and hope you're having fun! thank u!!! i am having fun and im glad u enjoy it!!

What other musicals do you like? :0 i really like heathers A LOT. i also like doctor horrible i know thats not technically a musical but i just relistened to it and im emotional. i like dear evan hansen but it makes me really sad so i can only take it in moderation! ummm rent? chicago?? music man? now im just naming musicals i was in rip. being in a musical fandom is a new thing to me? i was really into heathers last year but didnt really interract with the fandom at SO THIS IS SUPER NEW?? ive never been into a musical as much as im into bmc and heathers tho

tell us a little bit about urself!! u seem v cool i am squigs or fork!! im 24 and work fulltime as a barista at starbucks! i get high on the beach with my friend gwen a lot and drink wayy to many slushies, my tv shows are brooklyn nine nine and bobs burgers right now! i table at conventions sometimes and sell my art as merch and whatnot and i cosplay as a hobby as well. im pretty boring but i draw a lot and always carry my big sketchbook with me and im pretty sure its given me back issues BUT OH WELL HAHA also i am very not cool THE TRUTH COMES OUT

Who do you most relate to from bmc and why? like ,,, a mix of michael and christine with a sprinkle of jeremy i guess ahaha i relate to michaels dependency issues and overarching positive attitude and love of music, i relate to christines bright disposition and the need to not stick to one set thing? like she loves theater cause she can be sO MANY PEOPLE and like same homie thats why i cosplay. and jeremys need to be likes while also ability to put himself out there is very relatable. i also identify strongly with his dad issues idk idk whats good

Also -- just thank you for how you handled all the panic attack and anxiety attack asks. I used to deal with anxiety attacks multiple times a day and it just was really nice that it was positive and not them having one. Thank you, sincerely. ahhhhhh ur so welcome i,,, have anxiety and it sucks and i deal with panic attacks like everyday at work so i dont really wanna come home and draw someone having one i guess? im glad its helping other people too tho!

Dude- I love your art? Actually so much? It's... I love it. The whole sketch-ish way your art style is, and the way you color, and the expressions! I'm so glad I found your work - you've given me so much inspiration. Keep doin what you're doin and I hope you have a good day! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ANytime any one compliments my expressions i die cause i legit made this blog to help with that as well ,,, like dam

im lvoe ur art style b o i :0 !!!!!!

Mod, I love you so much I love you you have my soul and my love and my eternal gratitude thank you and I love you (This is the guy who was excited about PJ on your ig live stream a while ago and I love you) !!!!!!!!! im so happy u like my content omg and that u like pj im so glad!! shes a good bean

I just wanna say... I'm crying over that post about Michael and his anxiety? cuz I know how it can feel that you're only your flaws and weaknesses, but Michael just tells that to screw off in the most wonderful way and I'm?? thank you so much for that post, I bookmarked it for future times when I can't look past my depression... honestly, that post made my day (along with every other post on this blog), thank you for being such a lovely part of this fandom ,,,, im,,,, im scared of a lot of this fandom tbh but if i can be something good that come out of it and my love of these boys and desire to show them functioning together in a healthy way can help other people its so much more than i ever thought id ever be able to do. i am blown away everyday by the support ive been given on this blog and i might be crying right now because i never thought id be able to touch other people like this and i just. im really glad yall are here with me for all this.

(To the mod: You are a beautiful person that I highly respect. I love this blog and what you set out to do. thanks for giving something that makes me smile and gives me something to look forward to everyday, keep up the good work! ❤ ) hey im still crying from the previous ask aaaaa im honestly so emotional

what are ur true feelings for wendy's??? i fucking love wendys man thats some top tier fast food right there

what fast food restaurant do you think has the best nuggets WENDYS HANDS DOWN

do you have a favorite movie? paranorman makes me very nostalgic and ive seen it like eighty times and used to watch it with my dad a lot and i love it

I would just like you to know that your Wendy's comic prompted me to pull the same thing with a bakery in the town I'm visiting and the baker got so excited and happy, so thank you for making that comic because I made that woman's day. GOOD GOOD GOOD GOOD GOOD I LOVE WHEN PEOPLE COMPLIMENT ME WHEN IM WORKING DUDE LIKE IM SO GLAD IT MADE U DO THIS!!! IM SMILING REALLY BIG!!

chocolate milk or strawberry milk? or plain? woops i hate milk im so sorry

do u love michael mell with all of ur heart, mod? i really truly do man what a fucking good ass character

hi squigs i love you! i love your content too and i hope u have a good day pal :> WHAT A SWEET BEAN!!! THANK YOU?? OMG

I'm just saying that recent ask you did with Michael really hit me hard because I really related to it and I started crying because it made me realize that I've been pining my self worth on everything my anxiety causes and I'm so much more than that. Thank you, so much for that I really needed it because I'm in a really bad place right now. <3 -for the mod i legit cry everytime i get asks or dms like this cause once again the idea that im helping other people is so ovwehelming i love you??? i let myself just be”depressed” for ahwile and by that i mean i just,, let my sadness consume me and i was scared of getting better cause the sadness was all i knew for so long and just. its so easy to think u are ur illness but you are so much more. soooo much more man.

I relate A Lot to Michael so the way you portray him in the blog is really good, and I think it's really awesome you refuse to like?? do terrible stuff and answer bad questions just bc people wanna see that. You run this blog really well 👌 AHHHH THis is the biggest compliment thank u so much ,,, i get real anxious bout this blog soemtiems but then yall send me sweet things like this and its worth it man

Hey mod, just know you're a really cool person. Thanks for running this blog in the first place. Keep doing the great work. thank you!!!! for ur support!!!!

not really a question!! i just wanted to say your posts on this blog always brighten my day and you're really an incredible artist and person, keep rockin on my dude!! *clutching my heart* the fuck this is so sweet

1 .I just wanted to say your blog is really awesome! It's very lovely. I also like how you made michael trans and like handled it? (just with how all the characters treat him and stuff its v nice). Your art is super duper! Thanks for running this awesome blog! 2. Hey! This isn't a question but I wanted to say that I appreciate michael being trans!! As a trans boy it's just rly awesome to see something like that casually thrown into an ask blog without making it a huge weird deal :D immm,,, i kinda really love the idea of michael being trans cause a lot of my trans male friends are actually pretty confident in their skin and michael is a very confident character? and u rarely see that with trans representation and its so refreshing to see it portrayed well. im trying to do that here but again if! i do anything wrong let me know!

how did you first get into art? (also i really love your blog, it's amazing!) ive been drawing as long as i remember! ive got mad adhd and wasnt diagnosed until late in ym life so i would just draw nonstop in my classes ahaha i used to read the sunday comics a lot and they really inspired me to try and make comics of my own too!! (and omg thank u)

someone also asked me if i went to church or was religious but tumblr ate the ask but i used to go to church a lot as a kid but im currently not religious at all aaa

ok holy shit that was a lot but thanks again to everyone i legit cry a lot about how supportive u all are thank u so much aaaa

#modpost #holy fuck that was so much

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OC ROADTRIP QUESTIONS

team one ( 1.) ) is finn, elena, keiko, and kikka

team two ( 2.) ) is dimitri, cecil, toby, and nikolai

Which OC is the driver? Where are the other OCs sitting in the vehicle?

1.) finn and elena can both drive so .. whoever fuckin feels like driving that time. keiko & kikka just sit there like ??? 2.) i think fuckin dimitri drives im cryin ( tho i think my other ones are old enough / nearly old enough to drive too ) so its just ... toby, nikolai, and cecil sitting around screaming

What form of transportation are your OCs using (RV, motorcycles, on foot, etc.)?

1 & 2.) cars.. its not quite a road trip if ur walking around

What’s playing on the radio?

1.) weird japanese music 2.) GOD KNOWS ... they probably burn shitty memes onto cds and play cryptic russian chanson songs on the aux cord or smth ... imagine ur driving down the highway and u just hear this coming from the car next to u

Imagine your OCs reacting towards staying overnight at an incredibly shady motel

1.) oh god they’d be so fucking upset ... they normally stay in fucking penthouses and luxury suites im cryin. finn’d be like “WHERES UR LUXURY SUITE :)” and the tired fuckin motel worker would be like “sir this is a motel 6″ 2.) THEY LOVE IT. they love the shitty aesthetic and take weird little pictures together with the fucking workers. they’ll like, take polaroids of the dead bugs around the room and hang them on the walls for the next people

Which OC gets homesick nearly immediately? Do they get over it?

1.) keiko and kikka. they don’t like being far away from home very often. 2.) toby, but he’d never fuckin admit it. he’d be like “UM ... Hehe! I’m ok... just dyin a bit ... heh” ( tho he’d get over it fast haha )

Imagine your OCs getting lost

1.) finn would probably cry on the inside im fuckin screaming. elena would force him to stop and go ask the random ppl in mcdonalds where they are im dyin. tho then again, they’d probs have a gps bUT- 2.) fhghfhghfg toby would probably tell dimitri the wrong road and cause them to be on like, the opposite side of the way they’re supposed to be going. then they’d just reroute and start dying on the inside/// “Getting lost is fuckin expensive!”

Which OC yells “HORSE” whenever they pass by horses?

1.) i desperately want to say it’d only be the kids but literally all of them ... theyd all just be like “OMFG HORSES ... LETS SAY HI” hfghgff 2.) toby and cecil.. they love horses im

What does your OC do to pass the time on a long stretch of road?

1.) whoever isn’t driving fucking passes the Fuck out ( if finn’s driving he’ll just be like ... ._. and die on the inside ) but otherwise they’ve got a shit ton of stuff to do. i’m so sure finn and elena would have like, 4 fucking cars [ one for both of them to drive around, one for Long Road Trips, and one for just every day driving around w/ everyone ] and the road trip car is def. a fuckin porsche cayenne with a fuckin ton of weird backseat shit for their kids im cryin. im sure theyd also just draw pictures or play games 2.) theyd either sleep, play games, or fuckin start zoning out im cryin. i feel like one of them would realize they forgot smth while On the long stretch of road.

Imagine your OCs playing I Spy

1.) finn is fucking awful at i spy and always loses, though when it’s his turn he always sees the most obscure shit. “i spy ... smth grey” “???” “That horse we just passed rn :)” 2.) toby is the god of i spy. he can fuckin guess almost everything right and he always beats everyone when they try to find what he saw im cryin

Which OC brings a guitar to serenade the other OCs as they travel?

1.) ??? 2.) none of them can play the guitar but toby would fucking bring smth weird to serenade them with. it’d be like ... a triangle. and he’d start playing fuckin “my heart will go on” all off beat

What happens when your OCs meet a hitchhiker?

1.) if they look like, innocent and theyre going close by they’ll pick them up. but otherwise Z O O M 2.) the fucking noobs in team two have read so many hitchhiker horror stories that they honestly just ... speed away without asking for details first

Which OC insists on stopping at every fruit stall to buy snacks and chat with the seller?

1.) ELENA. she’s like “oh finn THEYRE SELLING PINEAPPLES... can we buy one lol” and he’s like “hell yeah” kikka and keiko just don’t get it 2.) nikolai for fuckin sure. “toby fucking force dimitri to stop the car so i can buy an orange over there”

Which OC gets accidentally left behind at a stop? How long does it take before anyone realizes that they’re gone?

1.) oh god theyre all way too concerned to leave anyone alone hfghgf. 2.) either cecil or nikolai im crying. fuckin toby would be like “euh .... wheres X/Y” and dimitri would be like “O H N O” im fucking crying

Which OC buys cheesy souvenirs as keepsakes and to give to their friends who didn’t come with them?

i’m thinking they all buy that kinda shit, but i’ll go into deets here 1.) - finn probably buys weird shit for his coworkers. like they go to the USA and go on a road trip right. and theyre stopping in vegas and finn just buys like some minion figurine saying like “I WAS IN VEGAS”. and he gives it to the fucking president and he’s like “here dude.. got this for u in the states lol” - elena probably buys a mix of thoughtful gifts and weird obscure meme gifts.. kind of like the fuckin thing i said above, she’d buy weird bootleg objects and give it to her coworkers im dying. but i feel like she’d buy her students little gifts too im crying.. - keiko & kikka buy like... those shitty pencils and magnets. or they’ll buy bracelets... keiko buys “funny meme” gag gifts and kikka buys like, stuffed animals im dyin 2.) - cecil will literally go to the bootleg hidden gift stores and buy the worst quality things he sees. - dimitri probably buys those weird gag gift things OR like, weird clothes. some type of weird ass shirt like “WHAT HAPPENS IN WINNIPEG STAYS IN WINNIPEG” and of course fucking cecil and them start crying at it hgfghhfgh. - toby ... jesus christ he’ll buy anything and everything that he laughs at. either NSFW funny joke things or things that just Look weird. he’ll buy one and then he’ll go buy another for his friends im - nikolai will literally buy “I WENT TO X AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY SHIRT” things. for his friends .. he literally gets those weird stretched out pennies im dying.

Imagine your OC sitting on the hood of the car with a thermos of hot cocoa in their hands, watching the sun rise

HEY ... this is pure. 1.) finn would probably fuckng fall asleep and spill all the damn hot chocolate on his lap and start crying. elena would be like “FINN WAKE UP the suns here lol”. keiko & kikka would be like .... !_! 2.) they’d all be playing like, shitty meme videos in the background and record nature “amvs” ( nmvs ? ) for their friends. it’d be like, a video of the sun coming up with “HERE COMES THE SUN” nightcore playing

Which OC is on a quest to try as many different kinds of food as they can on this trip?

1.) elena. she’d fucking be like “ok finn.. i heard they have weird fried food here in las vegas... LETS TRY IT” and then they just go eat weird shit 2.) toby, foR REAL. they go up to like, canada or smth and toby is like “LETS HAVE TIM HORTONS, BEAVER TAILS, POUTINE, ETFUCKINC” and theyre like “kay lol”

Which OC points out every strange sign they pass by on the road and reads them aloud to the amusement or annoyance of everyone else?

1.) kikka and keiko. elena is usually not paying attention to signs and finn is Looking At The Road so theyll just scream out random signs im dead. they probably fucking ask shit like “CAN WE GO SEE CRISS ANGEL” and finn is like “Ya lol” but elena is like ??? 2.) toby and nikolai. they’ll collaborate to fucking see who can say the weirder ones first. dimitri also plays along because he sees the signs fucking first most of the time.

Which OC has to stop to relieve themself every hour or so?

1.) kikka. he’s Always going. finn then gets fuckin concerned and forces him to stop drinking so much water im cryin. 2.) dimitri. cecil and nikolai get annoyed but fucking toby is like “Y E S more stopping in shitty roadside gas stations”

Imagine your OCs getting pulled into a side quest when one OC claims that they saw a cryptid

1.) i ... honestly this is something i can see. finn would see a fucking cryptid on the las vegas strip or something and force everyone to go run around looking for it. keiko would be like “DAD PLEASE” and kikka and elena would team up to say that it went into a place like fucking mandalay bay ( just so they can see the weird aquariums in there im crying ) 2.) i feel like they’d go on a roadtrip in general just to find cryptids im dying. like they all meet up in los angeles and go around the united states / southern canada to find cryptids.

What happens when the vehicle runs out of fuel in the middle of nowhere?

1.) THEYRE ALL YELLING. they call someone and the person is like “uh ... what did yall do... stop Yelling” fghfgh. theyd probably also just sit around complaining. 2.) they probably start laughing im. theyd be like “dudes.... we’re fuckin stuck in the middle of the woods HAHAHA” ( tho dimitri is like “hehe .... Help us god” and he calls the fuckin tow trucks or w/ev )

Which OC starts taking increasingly daring nature/action photos of themselves and their friends?

1.) finn. he’d like .. do a handstand on a fuckin cliff and force them to take pics 2.) all oF THEM. theyd just do weird risky shots #FORTHEVINE ( #ripvine )

Which OC starts out stressed about the amount of work they’re leaving at home, and slowly lets themself have fun?

1.) i doubt theyd be going on roadtrips with a lot of work. elena probably only goes on roadtrips during school breaks and finn usually has to request time off Ages in advance. so therefore, they don’t really have a lot of work to worry about. 2.) im actually not too sure abt this one ... considering the only time they could go on roadtrips is during breaks, they don’t have much work to do.

Imagine your OCs stopping by the side of a quiet road to go stargazing. Bonus points if they all end up falling asleep together, warm, happy, and surrounded by their friends

1.) LOVE IT ???? but theyd probably fuckin fall asleep in like 8 seconds 2.) theyd start making more nmvs but im cryin theyd all be like “I LOVE HANGING OUT WITH THESE FUCKS” fghg

#FINALLY DID THIS #FEATURING:::#finn #elena #cecil #toby #dimitri #keiko #kikka #nikolai #original posts by finn

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