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Some Centaur!Roman for you all. This will be integrated into a story I am currently writing. :D

This is a callout to every writer ever-

I want to write. I have ideas. I open document. I type four of the worst sentences ever created in the english language. I daydream the rest of the scene. I close document.

Rat Remus is best Remus

Nutcracker Prince Roman VS Mouse King Remus!  Their sweaters had nutcracker and mouse king iconography and I just HAD to draw the thing! Please open them in new tabs for big details!

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Bonus individual close-ups under read more:

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Stunning 

I SPENT LIKE 5 HOURS ON THIS PLZ VALIDATE ME FORMATING IS HARD

anywayyy me still trying to figure out clip studio paint and taking twice as long to do anything bc new tools go burrrrr

ANYWAY anyway this is a dtiys for the lovely @ libertylinesart on insta! their drawing reminded me so much of a magazine cover so i tried

also i blame me trying to learn a new program for y i missed so many details oops

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He's so cute!! Thank you so much! :D

Back again animating Firestar, cause honestly it’s more fun then animating my own OCs This is fanart for a FANFIC by @cheerfulnightmare

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Commission of Sanders Sides as Hamtaro Hamhams for @secretglittersauce

If you like it please reblog it!

I- I just can’t xD

So when Roman was all "You're acting fishier than the kraken's crack, and I would know I smelled it" in the bloopers, one scenario kinda came to mind...

Picture it, the mid '90s, young Roman and Remus are asleep in the same bed in their little onesies. Roman's happily curled up with his head on the pillow, Remus' is in the same position only his butt is on the pillow. He farts and Roman wakes up to that stench, and promptly smacks Remus with a pillow.

This happens often. Roman cannot escape the scent of his kraken brother's crack. Not until he gets his own room.

Been a long while since I posted anything here, also been a while since I drew anything for the Warrior Cats community so here. My OC AdderStrike

Steal and I take your kneecaps

Cute!

stop!! fwoggie patton passing through

Good shit right here 👌

Absent Ash

Summary: “Janus has been carrying the weight of losing his four beloved partners in battle on his shoulders for 6 long years. The road to recovery has been rough, and even now he still can’t quite forgive himself for not being able to save them from death. But he’s learning to move on with the help of a new friend, Emile. 

He’d been so close to finally letting it all go, you know. Which is why it only seemed to feel all the more deserved when it all went wrong.”

Word Count: 4.1k

Primary Content Warnings(additional info under the cut*): past-DLAMP relationship, hurt/no comfort, unresolved/open ending, (assumed) multiple Major Character Deaths, traumatic experience involving the loss of loved ones. PTSD, Emotional Trauma, Survivors Guilt, and Lifelong Disabilities gained as a result of the traumatic loss, Descriptive scene following the events of a self-destructive mental shutdown triggered by related circumstances.

( However, I have added Emile in to act as a buffer to most of these, so while they are very much present parts in the fic, they are almost all accompanied  side by side with Emile’s intervention)

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Mmm yes Roman angst

I realised I didn’t actually make any content for FWSA so here’s a redraw of some roman angst :>>

I will always love this

Happy hallobean

The best sides

~ Realistic portrait practice pt1/2 ~

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🚫DON'T REPOST MY ART WITHOUT PERMISSION/CREDIT🚫

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That’s a lotta Logans. o///o

Heya! So to celebrate Logan’s B-Day I thought it would be fun to draw a whole bunch of Logan interpretations/AUs from the community!!  I added two differently highlighted pics to hopefully make it easier to see everybody. >///<

As fun as it was, I did eventually have to make the executive decision to stop at a grand total of 20! (19 versions + OG Logan!) ^///^ But I’m gonna spend the rest of his birthday drawing a couple others as well, but that’ll have to wait till morning! o///o

I’m going to be tagging everyone in the image below alongside a numbered image if you wanna know who’s who!! I hope this was ok with everybody, and I just wanna say thank you! Y’all are all v v cool!! ;///; 

Happy birthday to our favorite nerd~ u///u

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Never disappointed by a fic written by the lovely Kiera!

Breaking a Promise

BTHB: Logan and Roman with Breaking A Promise as Logan as the main focus. Ooh, and add some fear of the ocean for him too please. Prompt by @willowaudreykeyes

Logan took a step back, eyes wide. Of all the things he’d expected to see, this was not one.

“What, are you just going to stare at me?” The merman grouched. “I know I’m gorgeous, but if you want to stare, you ought to be taking me for a date first.”

Logan couldn’t find words. And neither could he tear his gaze away.

He’d been coming progressively closer to the shore, attempting exposure therapy for his fears, but he’d never found much more than shells and an occasional starfish. Nothing like this.

The merman flipped his tail, spraying sand over Logan. “Look, whatever you want with me, you could just start and stop being so rude.”

It broke Logan out of his trance enough to move forward, shaking sand off of his head. “Are you stuck?”

The merman rolled his eyes. “No, absolutely not. I’m just sitting here under this rock cause it’s comfy.”

Logan walked around him, out of reach of his arms and tail. He was pretty far up on the beach, wedged under the edge of a rock. As if he had gotten under while the tide was high, and the sand wet and fluid, and become stuck as the water drained away.

“Would you like my assistance to get out?”

The merman narrowed his eyes. “And what comes after that?”

Logan considered for a moment. “I would have thought you would want to get back into the water. However perhaps I was mistaken.”

“What, and you’ll just get me out and let me go again?”

“I don’t see why not.”

The merman still looked suspicious. “Fine. Yes, help me out please.”

Logan took a step closer, noting the size and apparent strength of the merman. “I would prefer if you stayed still.”

The merman shrugged, putting his free arm behind his head and… was he really flexing?

Logan knelt beside him and started digging the sand away. If he found the tightest point, it wouldn’t take too much and he could have the merman free.

It took a bit of digging, but he finally found it, scrabbling at the sand and then scooping it away. The merman tipped into the little divot, and Logan popped his head up.

“May I pull you? I believe you could be free from here.”

The merman was looking around, seemingly coming to the same conclusion, albeit a bit slower. “Yeah, pull me.” He wrapped his arm around Logan’s shoulders, and Logan pulled at his waist.

It still took some wiggling and maneuvering, but he finally slipped free.

“There!” Logan said, proud of his accomplishment.

The merman rolled onto his stomach, propped up on his arms. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Would you like me to pull you closer to the water?”

The merman waved him off. “Nah, I’ve got it. Thanks though. And… if you ever happen to need help near the ocean, call for Roman.”

It took Logan several seconds while the merman crawled into the water to realize that it was most likely his name.

“Oh! Yes, I will. And my name’s Logan.”

The merman flashed him a brilliant smile, waving before he disappeared under the water.

••^*^••

“Oh! Logan! Hi!”

Logan startled, falling off his rock and onto the sand.

Roman even laughed at him, swimming up close and crawling the last few feet to be near Logan. “Sorry, are you alright?”

Logan glared. “Well I was fine until you showed up.” He stood up and brushed himself off, before climbing up onto his little rock again.

“Whatcha doing?”

Logan debated answering him, but decided that it wouldn’t hurt anything. Unless he laughed again.

“I have observed that the top of this rock regularly is dry even during high tide. I am intending to sit here and observe the water as it approaches and surrounds me, from the safety of this rock.”

Roman frowned slightly, looking around. “It doesn’t get much higher than three inches there. You could just wait and walk to the rock.”

Logan shook his head. “I do not wish to touch the water. And the observation is half of the objective.”

“Oh? What’s the other half?” Roman asked, slipping down the sand to get a bit more of his tail wet.

Logan turned away, fixing his gaze on the horizon. “That’s none of your business.”

Roman rolled over onto his back, tipping his head back so he could still look up at Logan. “Awww, why not?”

“It just isn’t. It’s private.”

“Is it to not get wet?” Roman asked, his tone teasing, as he flipped his tail to spray water in Logan’s general direction.

“Don’t.”

“What, the pretty little book nerd is too delicate to get wet?” Roman splashed again, some of the water hitting Logan.

“I said don’t,” Logan said, annoyed.

“Aww, come on, a little play in the waves never hurt anyone,” Roman teased, reaching forwards and grabbing Logan’s ankle.

“Roman, stop.”

“Come on!” Roman tugged, and Logan was pulled much nearer than he wanted to be.

“No, Roman, don’t—“

“The water’s so nice today,” Roman pulled him farther, his foot disappearing into the foam and water, where he couldn’t see. He couldn’t see what was there and it could be anything. He was being pulled into deep water, where even if he could try to swim he’d drown, and even if he didn’t drown there were monsters in the deep, and he wouldn’t be able to see them coming and—

“STOP!” Logan screeched, jerking backwards, and scrabbling away from the water.

Roman froze, regret appearing on his face at once. “I’m sorry. What— did I hurt you?”

“I don’t like the ocean!” Logan yelled, running up past the high tide mark. His heart was still pounding, everything in him trembling and urging him to run, run far away and never, never come back.

“I’m sorry,” Roman said again, pulling himself to a place where they could speak easily, but no further. “I won’t do it again, I swear.”

Logan sat on the sand, fighting back an illogical urge for tears. “I don’t want to go in the water.”

“That’s perfectly fine. I’m sorry for trying to push you.”

Logan sighed. “I don’t think I want to try the rock today. I might just go home.”

“Really, Logan, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

Logan sighed again. “I forgive you. But if you go back on that promise I won’t do it again.”

“Never,” Roman said, miming an x over his heart.

Logan nodded. “In that case… I will likely come back here on Wednesday.”

Roman brightened. “In the morning?”

Logan nodded. “I’ll see you then.”

Roman grinned and waved as Logan walked home.

••^*^••

“I found this for you,” Roman offered, holding out what looked like a pearl.

“What is it?”

“It’s a mermaid tear. Well, not a normal one, this one’s a bit complicated to make, but I got her to cry!” Roman suddenly faltered. “Not like that. I wouldn’t ever hurt a lady. She cried tears of laughter, which is why it’s so light, see?”

He placed it in Logan’s hand, and it certainly was light, even for something so small.

“If you eat it, you’ll never drown. I know it won’t help the rest of your fear, but it can help with that piece.”

Logan looked into Roman’s eyes , searching for any sign of trickery. “If I take this, you won’t drag me into the water.”

“Never. I swear.”

Logan dropped the pearl into his mouth, and was surprised as it melted instantly, leaving a salty taste on his tongue.

Roman grinned brightly.

••^*^••

“Roman!”

Logan had been calling for a few minutes, but he supposed the sound wouldn’t carry easily underwater, so it was logical that Roman hadn’t arrived yet.

Finally though, there was a flash of red in the distance, and a minute later Roman’s head popped up close to shore, and he slid up onto the sand.

“Did something happen?” Roman asked.

Logan suddenly felt a bit embarrassed about what he was doing. He fidgeted with his bag strap. “Um… nothing bad. I just. Wouldyoulikesomethinglikethis?” He practically threw the red fabric at Roman.

Roman caught it surprisingly easily and just stared, gaping at it. “I love it.” He folded it once lengthwise and draped it over his shoulder, tying it into a kind of sash.

Logan let out a sigh of relief and happiness. “I treated it so that it shouldn’t lose its color from the salt water.”

Roman looked up at him as if he’d hung the stars. “Logan, I love it.”

Logan colored slightly. “I am very glad it pleases you.”

Roman kept adjusting the sash, grinning more and more. “You have no idea how hard it is to get color to stay on clothes underwater, and it matches my tail too!”

Logan smiled. “I assumed it would be something that you would like.”

“It is! It’s amazing! I have to show Remus!”

“Remus?”

“He’s my brother,” Roman said, slightly absently, as he was adjusting the sash and trying to catch his reflection in the water.

“I wasn’t aware you had a brother.”

Roman nodded. “I have a twin, and then an older brother. Well, adopted older brother, but that doesn’t change much. Do you have siblings?”

“Not that I’m aware of.”

Roman suddenly got a strange look on his face. “That you’re aware of?”

The reminder slightly dampened Logan’s happiness. “I’m indentured here. When I left my mother was still of child-bearing age and married to my father, so it’s not impossible for me to have siblings I am unaware of.”

“What, they don’t write to you or anything?”

Logan shook his head. He’d much rather change the subject. “What about your brothers? What is it like to live with them?”

“Oh, I don’t quite live with them. We’re just close. But it’s pretty fun, when they aren’t trying to be annoying on purpose. I could tell you so many stories!”

Logan nodded, very interested in what mer life would be like and how it might differ from human life.

••^*^••

“It’s ok. I’ve scared off all the fish around here, and the dock is sturdy. I couldn’t break it, so it won’t just crumble.”

“What if your attempts just weakened it enough that it needs something small to take it the rest of the way?” Logan asked.

“Pssh, no, it’s sturdy,” Roman promised. “And I’d catch you anyway, if anything happened. Swim you right back to shore.”

Logan still hesitated.

“Come on. Just one step to start. You’ll still be over sand for a long way. You can do it.”

Logan swallowed heavily and took a step forward.

Roman clapped happily. “Well done!”

Logan smiled. It’d be fine. At least till he reached the water he’d be fine walking on the dock. He walked all the way to that spot where the water lapped gently on the sand under the dock.

“You can do it specs. I’ll be right here to catch you if anything happens.”

Logan tentatively took another step forward, but the dock was just as sturdy as it always was.

Roman clapped for him again, and Logan couldn’t help the little smile.

“It’s like the rocks. I’m safe on the dock.”

Roman nodded. “Absolutely.”

Logan took another step. And another. And another. He walked out, farther over the water than he’d ever been before, and finally knelt at the edge, looking down into the depths.

Roman swam lazily a few inches below the water, grinning up at him.

Logan grinned back.

••^*^••

Roman suddenly pulled himself out of the water, all the way up onto the dock. He grabbed Logan’s arm more suddenly than he expected, and Logan couldn’t quite repress the sudden flinch.

“Logan, what’s this?”

Logan looked away. “It’s nothing.”

Roman rolled up his sleeve, the whole mark now on display. “This isn’t nothing, Logan! What happened?”

Logan clenched his jaw.

“Logan, please.”

Logan held out a few more seconds, but he finally just sighed. “I disobeyed the rules.”

Roman’s eyes blazed. “What, and they hit you?! What did they use to make a mark like this??”

Logan pulled his arm away. “I’d really rather talk about something else.”

Roman set a hand gently on his shoulder. “Logan, this isn’t ok. I don’t care what you did, no one should be able to just hit you like this.”

“And what do you think I’m supposed to do about it!?” Logan suddenly snapped. He turned away. “I’m sorry.”

“Has this been happening, or is it new?” Roman pressed gently.

Logan sighed. “It is precedented. Usually, I would follow the rules more stringently, or at least have the presence of mind not to be caught.”

Roman just frowned intensely. He opened a bag he’d been hanging from his sash. “I have first aid supplies, can I use them on you?”

Logan was inclined to say no, but was more curious about the mer equivalent to first aid, so he nodded.

“Are there any more?” Roman asked.

Logan didn’t answer.

“Logan. Really. Are there more?”

Logan frowned, muttering. “I’d have to take my shirt off…”

Roman looked like he was about to explode with anger. “I don’t even care what rule you broke, if I ever get close enough I would give back double for everything they’ve done to you!”

Logan chuckled weakly. “Thank you for the offer. I don’t think they’ll be coming down to the beach though.”

“Can I help you out of your shirt?” Roman asked, and Logan nodded.

“Now why not?” Roman asked, carefully pulling his shirt up and probably eyeing Logan’s sloppy care of the welts on his back.

“Well, I’m indentured to an… they call themselves alchemists. They attempt to figure out magic purely through science.”

Roman made a vague displeased sound, gingerly peeling back the bandages.

“It’s the wrong way of going about it. Entirely wrong. You observe the magic first, and find what rules it operates by. You don’t start from an incomplete science and try to recreate.”

Roman made another sound as proof he was listening.

“But anyway. They don’t want anyone to perform or attempt any of the traditional magic. All of the real magic users have since fled the town. Even though—“ Logan sighed. “It’s a long story.”

“I have time,” Roman said gently.

“Well, it’s just— there’s not really such a thing as a witch the way they make it out to be! No human has magic innately. We just manipulate what there is around us. But they don’t believe that. They think there’s some source of magic within some people, and that that source corrupts them.”

“And, this, then, was intended to stop the ‘corruption’?” Roman asked, his voice dripping with disgust and anger.

Logan nodded. “But to answer your question earlier, they not only distrust the sea because of the magic within it, but they’ve managed to anger someone or something down there. Several have died from swimming or otherwise interacting with the water.”

Roman had finished taking the bandage off and gently cleaning, and started spreading something blissfully cool over Logan’s back. “Is that part of why you’ve been so afraid of the water?”

“Perhaps. Much of the fear is natural, though illogical. But I’m sure that it didn’t help my younger mind to hear those stories.”

Roman eased Logan’s shirt back down, and it seemed to press the medicine further into his back, making him shiver, and relax more than he had in a few days.

“Logan, I swear to you. If you ever wish to come to the sea, it will be safe for you.”

Logan smiled slightly. “Thank you.”

••^*^••

“Logan, this is getting to be too much!” Roman said. “Please, you have to do something. Run away or something.”

Logan groaned. He felt awful. “I don’t have anywhere to run to.”

Roman gently started lifting his shirt, but Logan shoved his hand away. “No, they’re getting suspicious of how quickly I heal.”

Roman looked at him, pain clear in his eyes. “I can’t just leave you hurting.”

“It’ll hurt more if you do.”

Judging by Roman’s expression, that was entirely the wrong thing to say.

“What can I do then? Give me something, anything, I’ll do it. There are curses to turn mer human, I’ll come up there myself.”

“No. No, don’t you dare go cursing yourself for me.”

“Did I say curse? I meant, um, blessings. Blessing to turn me human, humans are the best!”

Logan chuckled. “No. Please don’t. It’s only another year before the indenture ends.”

“But it’s gotten this bad in months. I can’t just sit back and leave you in this for a year.”

Logan set a hand on Roman’s shoulder. “You’ve already done so much. I might have turned into one of them without you.”

“It’s not enough if you’re still hurting.”

Logan smiled slightly. “Thank you for caring so much. But I don’t think there’s anything you could do.”

••^*^••

Roman roamed the coast now. Carefully, of course. He didn’t want to be seen by any other humans. But he kept hoping that he’d catch a glimpse of Logan in the market or something, and be able to wave. They only met every few days, and sometimes only very briefly.

He usually spent more time around the little beach Logan liked, but he’d gotten to have a relatively enjoyable time people watching near the village.

It was a larger village, sprawling down the hill, with a harbor heading out to sea. Mostly the boats were all fishing boats, but there was one that came and went that seemed to be a merchant boat.

But as Roman swam closer, the busy docks and boats seemed strangely still. There were many people, but all still. He popped his head up above the water to see better and try to figure out what was happening.

They were all watching something, though what it was he couldn’t see past them. They were all out on the docks and everything.

“—and rid our town of this witch!” Someone said loudly.

There was a loud snap sound, and a scream. Roman froze, his blood chilling. He swam quickly, no longer worried about being seen, and finally reached a place where he could see.

There was Logan. He was tied to a pole, and there was blood running down his back. Someone stood over him, bringing down a whip again. Logan screamed, his body jolting as far as the ropes would allow.

Roman was frozen in terror for several long, horrible seconds. And then he moved.

The dock was higher than anything he’d ever tried climbing before, and he had no idea how he got up there, just that he did. He drew a knife and cut the ropes, grabbing Logan and plunging back into the water.

The crowd seemed to explode with movement. Yelling, and throwing things after them into the water. Even some jumping in themselves.

But Roman was faster, swimming out to sea.

Logan screamed, thrashing against his hold. Roman stopped, his mind still buzzing with fury. He let Logan go, but he only seemed to panic further, screaming and flailing.

Only then did Roman remember.

A pang ran through him, knowing that, for Logan, he’d just made everything many times worse. And he’d broken his promise to never pull Logan into the ocean.

He grabbed him, pulling him along, and trying to figure out where they could surface. He was not taking him back there. Never.

He wanted to take Logan home. Where he would be safe.

But he couldn’t.

And then Logan stopped moving. He’d passed out.

Roman panicked even more. He knew Logan could breathe, but it was still terrifying to have his friend’s body lying limp in his arms.

And what if it was blood loss? The salt water wouldn’t help with that at all!

Roman finally remembered the small island. There were a few humans there, but they were kind, and familiar with the mer. He could take Logan there.

Roman patched up Logan’s back quickly and sped to the island.

He hefted Logan onto the shore, as gently as he could.

“Patton! Virgil!”

Virgil got there first, in only a few seconds.

“Please,” Roman begged, tears running down his face. “He’s hurt, and he’s scared of the ocean, I can’t help him.”

“What happened?” Virgil asked, kneeling next to Logan and checking for a pulse.

“The-the humans. They were torturing him!”

Virgil kept carefully inspecting. “What about all the water?”

“I gave him a mermaid’s tear. He can breathe the water. Can you help him?”

“I think we can. Once Patton gets here we’ll take him inside.”

A sob forced its way up and out of his throat. “Thank you! What can I do? Is there anything I can help with?”

“Patton will know better. Just wait till he gets here.”

Roman nodded.

••^*^••

Logan woke up in a bed, warm and dry, and with only the faintest twinge of pain. A stranger was sitting beside his bed, apparently sewing something, and faced away from him.

Logan cleared his throat, and the person jumped.

“Oh! Good morning. Are you feeling any better?”

“I believe so. How… who are you? And how did I get here? The last I—“ trying to remember drowned his mind in a swirl of dark, cold water. Logan winced, staring into the small fire that was burning, and trying not to think of it.

“Apparently you were being whipped, and your mermaid friend rescued you. He brought you here so we could help you get better. My name’s Patton, and Virgil is around somewhere.”

Logan nodded slowly, still staring at the fire. “What, um… I don’t have money. I’d pay you back somehow.”

Patton waved him off. “Oh, no, I’ve had to keep Roman busy, and he’s getting us enough things that would far more than pay for you using a little bed.”

Logan nodded again slowly. “How long have I been asleep?”

“A few days. We used the good medicine on you, but it still tired your body out. If you’re still sleepy, you should try and sleep a bit more.”

Logan shook his head. “I want to see Roman first.”

Patton smiled gently. “I figured you would.”

Patton helped Logan to carefully get up. It didn’t hurt, though he was shaky and wobbly and weak.

“I can make it from here,” Logan said, seeing through a window that they were close to the sea.

“If you’re sure… what if I brought a chair out there?”

“I can sit on the ground. But thank you for your concern.”

Patton let him go, and Logan slowly tottered out to the beach and sat down on the sand.

It wasn’t long before Roman’s head popped up. “Logan!”

Logan threw a shell at him.

Roman let out a sound like a squeak, ducking away under the water. He popped up again a moment later, and Logan threw a shell again.

The third time he popped up, he looked incredibly meek and sorrowful. “Please don’t be mad at me. I’m sorry. I didn’t know what else to do.”

Logan had always had a hard time resisting Roman’s sincerity, and now was no different, but he held his ground. “You promised to never do that. You broke your promise.”

Roman ducked down, only his eyes showing above the water.

“I told you I wouldn’t forgive you a second time.”

Roman popped up again, his mouth opening, but no words coming out. He sank back down, a terribly sad resignation painted over his face. “Yeah, you did.”

“But you also saved my life.” Logan said.

Ugh, Roman’s hopeful, wide eyes were just too much.

“So I won’t just forgive you, but I will give you a chance.”

The hope grew even more.

“You must stay nearby until my fear of the ocean fades. And you must help me to conquer it. Then I’ll forgive you.”

Roman surged up out of the water and grabbed Logan in a tight hug. “You’re such a dork! I wasn’t leaving anyway and you scared me!”

Logan just hugged him back. “Thank you, Roman.”

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I'm reaching out to you right now, not out of joy, but out of fear. Cocoa-fells (riz-gukgak-is-best) is not responding to messages after posting that she was scared of possible actions her homophobic religious parents might take if they figured out that she and her sister were LGBTQ+. Cocoa is a genderfluid biromantic asexual (I'll be using she/her for this post) and her sister is gay.

Cocoa contacted @fangirlsftw (aka Katie) and I on the 8th (we've both known her for about a year and spoke off and on) really worried about her parents finding out her and her sister's identities and how the controlling (taking away of electronics, not allowing contact, etc.) and verbal threats had been escalating with her parents and her friend's parents. Her parents also believe gays are evil. Katie suggested a gofundme to help her raise the funds to get out of the environment with her sister, her best friend (who is also in a bad situation), and her dog. She also agreed to do a daily check in with me and a relative.

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After the post went up, Cocoa found out that her mom had gone to her stepdad with suspicions about her and her sister. She said that her parents believed their lies about the LGBTQ+ stuff, but they did find out that her sister was no longer a believer and that Cocoa had doubts (she said that she told them she was leaning towards yes, but still). They appeared to take it remarkably well, but Cocoa still felt anxious due to them nearly finding out everything after successfully hiding her identity for so long.

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Plucked (Pixie Virgil/Dlampr) Part 1:

Summary: Virgil, a small and anxious pixie, goes out alone to scavenge for food only to find himself in the hands of a tall and not-so-gentle human intent on bringing him home as a gift to his boyfriends.

Words: 2670

(Warnings: Anxiety, treating people as pets, kidnapping, Character blacking out and other person thinking they died) - I stretch my arms as I yawn out, popping my back in the presses. I lean back and use my hands to rub out my sore wings, having slept on them weird. They flutter a bit as I try to wake up, the morning light shining through one of the small windows in my tree home hits them causing flashes of rainbow light to bounce off the walls.

A small smile crosses my face as I pull off the thick gray long sleeved shirt I wear to bed and change into a simple black tunic, the tunic itself being a little loose around the sleeves and neck, not that I really cared.

I walk across my dark hollow I call home, the whole room only being about a foot long and a half in human measurements. Sure it’s small, but I’ve never really liked large spaces, they make me feel overwhelmed.

There is a shard of broken mirror resting against the dark oaken wall, and I glance at myself in its reflection, taking specific notice in my hair that I try to tame with my fingers, not being very successful. I had given my brush to my cousin a few days ago for him to fix, and am yet to get it back from the forest fairy.

“Damn Emile…” I mutter to myself, cursing the kind fairy as I continue to struggle with my hair. The handle had been broken a small while ago, but it still worked its purpose. Which unfortunately wasn’t good enough for my green winged friend.

I don’t have great luck in flattening it down, and only seem to tame it a small amount. A few stray black strands continue to stick out, causing me to let out an annoyed sigh. I also notice a small amount of dark purple peeking out from my roots, reminding me that I need to get Emile to cut and re-dye it for me. I’ve never been too great at things like that, and last time I tried I almost cut my ear off and also left my arms up to my elbows dyed black. It didn’t wash out for a full month, and I got quite the earful from my older cousin, who acts more like my parent.

Always telling me to be careful, avoid humans, elves and other large creatures, never fly into Fae circles, stay out of the rain, remember to eat, and blah blah blah.

He’s way too protective of me, but I guess he has a reason to be, him being a fairy and me being a pixie. It’s easy to tell the difference, since fairies are two inches taller then pixies and it’s a well known fact that pixies are much more fragile than fairies. And much more rare, which is why I live in the middle of a dense forest, while Emile lives a little ways away and has to fly to see me.

I give up on trying to fix my hair and it’s not like anyone is going to see me. But thinking of my older cousin did remind me that I’m almost out of food and water. It rained a few days ago, but almost nothing ever reaches the mossy forest floor through the trees, and whatever did has dried up by now, meaning I have to go out to get supplies.

“Uuuugghhh….” I groan out as I rub my face. I hate leaving my house, I wish I could just stay here forever. But a main reason I picked my home to be here is it’s not too far from a small pond, hidden between some trees. But an even bigger plus is what’s right across the pond, where large berry bushes sprout. They hold all types of berries, making it the perfect spot to get food all year round.

It’s secluded enough that no real predators are able to get to it, but just in-secluded enough for me to be able to walk there in about 20-30 minutes. I could fly but that draws too much attention to me, and I prefer walking over flying anyways.

I wish I was a fairy if I’m being honest, like Emile. His wings and body are much larger than mine, as I stand at a small 4 inches while he stands at a whopping 6. His wings are a light green color, looking like butterflies and they allow him to glide through the air instead of mine, which are thin, almost completely see through. They shimmer when light touches them, and they hold thin silver highlights that seem to emphasize their fragility. I always try to tuck them away, knowing of the horror stories of pixies who had gotten caught by humans, their wings torn off and used for jewelry or a collectors item, while they get thrown into a cage to live out the rest of their lives.

Another thing I happen to be jealous of is Emile’s skin tone. He holds a nice peach color that often ends up tanned due to him spending so much of his free time outside with the other creatures of his small section of forest. Pixies are known to be on the paler side, but I am almost sickly pale due to almost never getting sunlight, along with the patches of light and dark purple littering my skin, the most prominent ones being on my forearms and on both sides of my face.

I sigh again, putting on some platform shoes Emile had made me, grabbing a large bag I can throw over my shoulder, along with another bag stuffed inside to hold the water as I get ready to leave the house.

I put a small cloak on as well, using the hood to cover my hair, and to make it easier to camouflage, since I happen to pop out against the brown and lush green environment of the forest.

I use my feet to push up and leap my way up and out of the small room, my wings being open and fluttering slightly to help my balance.

There is one thing that Emile was jealous of me for, and that was the fact that even though pixies aren’t great or fast fliers like fairies, we can jump significantly higher than almost all fairies and on ground we are incredibly fast on our feet, which is another reason I prefer walking to flying.

I jump over the wall of my room and use my wings to lower myself onto the mossy forest floor. I stretch out my wings again before looking up and rubbing my eyes, trying to get used to the bright light coming from above the tree line high above. The sun feels warm against my skin, and it’s only slightly humid.

“I really need to get out more.” I say to myself as I adjust my bag and begin the trek towards the pond. I stick to walking near the trees instead of the few natural open paths, making it easy to leap up incase of any dangerous animals came towards me, and partially because I’m paranoid.

Wouldn’t be the first time somethings tried to eat me….

I continue walking, humming a quiet tune to ease my mind, as I always feel anxious walking outside by myself. I end up being alert the whole time, feeling as though I’m being watched. Of course I’m not being watched and I know that. No sane person would ever just walk into an enchanted forest, everyone knew that. Not to mention where I live is a good way into the forest, miles away from any human or elf towns.

I stop my humming abruptly as I hear a ruffle of leaves above me to the right, and my eyes shoot over to the area immediately. My breath stops as I try to stay as quiet and still as physically possible. After a few minutes of nothing happening, I let out a shaky sigh, allowing my muscles to relax.

It was probably the wind. Or a bird.

I shiver at the thought. Birds are the worst and one of the only predators a pixie can’t just fly away from.

I start speed walking towards the pond. Being by the large open water always calmed my nerves. There were no fish or kelpies and thank god there aren’t any mermaids or any type of aquatic animals living in the deep water for that matter. But I have seen a deer or two around the area, along with the water spirits that inhabit the clear waters. They let me take water as long as I give them something in return, which is normally a berry or two extra I grab from the bush on the other side of the lake. It’s not a lot, but I think they know I can’t carry much as it is.

I see the pond behind some long grass and my face lights up, as my anxiety seems to melt away. I always was at my calmest at the pond and my paranoid nature would be put on hold until I got home.

I smile as I walk towards the body of fresh water coming towards the edge, easily seeing my reflection in the clear surface.

Pixies and fairies can’t exactly swim, and if even a little water gets on our wings we become temporarily grounded and unable to fly. I don’t really worry about that when coming here, I mean, now anyways…

I slowly got over that fear a year or so ago,

I had been giving the water spirits berries in exchange for water for a while at that point, until one day I had gotten frightened and lost my footing causing me to fall straight into the depth below. I thought I was going to drown….

That was until I heard soft, echoing voices and the light above the water became brighter, the next thing I knew I woke up on the grass next to the pond and my satchel filled with fresh water. I made sure to put double the amount of berries into the pond that day…

I pull out my spare bag and unscrew the lid near the top before lowering it into the water and waiting for it to fill.

A few stray ripples in the blue water come towards me, causing small waves against my bag. I smile at it, making small talk. From anyone else’s view it would seem like I’m crazy and talking to myself, but I know that the water spirits appreciate conversation.

Once my bag is full I pull it away from the water and screw on the lid, while thanking the spirits. 

I use my cloak to dry off the outside of the pouch before placing my water bag inside my larger bag. Sure it’s heavy, but I don’t have anywhere to be at the moment, so I’ll take my time.

I sigh and begin the tiring trek around the pond. It takes longer than I would like to get to the berry bushes, but the sound of the soft water makes for a quiet and calming walk. Around this time of year, the path to the other side of the pond is extended. While the rain might not make it through the forest where I live, it does here, making the edges of the pond muddy and dangerous.

I walk deeper into the forest, making a big semi circle around the muddy area. I decide to walk deeper, enjoying the fresh air and the small breeze that causes my hood to almost fly off, but I fortunately catch it and pull it back onto my face.

I walk a straight line between a few of the trees, a content smile on my face, while starting to hum quietly to myself again. I close my eyes for a second as I walk, a hand crossing over on the strap of my bag, but when I open them slightly I notice a large dark shadow covering me. I look up quickly to see a large hand coming towards me.

Out of instinct I immediately drop my bag and jump backwards just in time for another hand to rush at me and I barely make it out of the way. I use the hand to push myself into the air, my wings immediately getting to work as I go to fly upwards, trying to put as much distance between me and the stranger.

‘Crap!-’

I don’t get more than a few feet before I narrowly avoid another hand, this one coming at me so quickly that instead of grabbing me, it barely manages to snag my cloak with it’s nail, but it lets out a loud ‘riiiiiiiiiiiip’ that seems to echo out into the otherwise quiet forest.

That momentary distraction is all it takes for the two large hands to harshly cup around me, shadowing me into darkness. Once it grips on I start to struggle, thrashing and screeching in it’s hold, my feet kicking against its palms. This only seems to anger it as its grip tightens to an almost suffocating hold, I whimper as the grip pushes my arms together, my chest feeling like it’s going to explode as tear prick the corners of my eyes.

My wings sting against the calloused hands and I can feel him start to move quickly causing me to bump around against the mini prison, murmurs of someone’s voice heard somewhere outside as my vision starts to swim, so I do the only reasonable thing I could think of.

I bite down. Hard.

I draw blood easily and the second the hand opens I launch myself out towards the light ahead of me, adrenaline and fear fueling my movements as I see the hand try to reach out to me before I see it pushing down, taking me with it.

All I see is the hand and the forest floor rushing up to greet me before I’m slammed onto it, the weight of the hand crushing me and knocking the wind out of my chest before everything in sight is covered in black pools and eventually nothing….

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I groan from my place on the ground, having tripped over my own feet when reaching for the winged mini-person. My boyfriend Logan was always fascinated with fairies so when I saw it just walking around I figured it would make a great ‘I’m-Sorry-I-Accidentally-Lit-The-Bathroom-On-Fire’ gift.

I hadn’t expected the thing to bite me though. Or sting me, I don’t know which one it was but it hurts like a bitch. I hope they’re not poisonous…. But then again if they are, my boyfriends will have to take care of me….. I shake my head to get rid of the thought, looking around for the little thing that has caused me so much trouble.

I look to where my hand is planted on the ground, and I try to keep it steady as I wipe a bit of dirt that had gotten on my green throw over that Patton had made me bring incase it got cold.

I scoop up the little being with both of my hands in a little pocket, making sure not to crush it and bring it up to my eyes before slowly opening my hands, allowing me to look at it.

I can see it’s pale skin, dark messy hair and clearly ripped cloak, along with some patches of purple throughout their body. But the most striking part are its wings, not like any fairies I’d ever heard of, and once the light catches them they seem to burst with colors…

“Logan is going to love this!” I mutter to myself.

But then I notice something else strange. The once feisty and screeching fairy wasn’t struggling, heck it wasn’t moving at all! 

My body jumps when I realize this, and I nearly drop the little person, my eyes widen in panic as I end up blurting out,

“Shit! Did I fucking kill it!?”

My hand slipped-

I regret NOTHING

Have a happy fanged boy

That episode had me stimming even before Virgil started!

AND THE PURPLE EYE SHADOW

I love how Janus is running the Patreon-

This is a pretty good short read!

Spiders In My Hair

A/N: I felt the need to write some ~creepy~ virgil to get in the mood for halloween, so yeah

summary: People always told Patton that he was too sweet for his own good, he never thought twice before giving to others. And well, that generosity might’ve just costed him his life. 

WC: 937

ships: n/a

warnings: Spiders, panic, body horror

Tag List: @punsterterry @stormcrawler75 @frostedlover @mycatshuman @mutechild @panicattheeverywhere15 @overlord-winter @analogical-mess @saddestlittlebabe

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Patton had known it was a bad idea to walk into this abandoned laboratory. He had heard the stories, heard the rumors. But he thought…if there really are creatures in here living alone and eating scraps from outside…maybe he can save them? Or at least…give them some food? That was his intention. He had just wanted to help them survive. He just wanted to help.

He couldn’t see them, but he knew they were there.

Why was he so stupid and not listened to the others to begin with?! Why must he be so stupid and blinded by his heart all the time?! Why must-

Thousands of spiders have crept into the room. And he hears them crawling all around him.

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writers: never once in my life have i written

This is why you use references! I am so happy with how this came out! 

A ‘Count of Monte Cristo’ ‘Prinxiety’ AU anyone? :>

I love him!

Firestar in a shimeji-like style, 

whether I go all the way and make him a shimeji or not depends on whether or not I can be motivated to fiddle with the shimeji coding…

Character - Fancfic by @cheerfulnightmare

This is absolutely phenomenal! 

Look at this cutie tho! They are a Kiricarus named Firestar and I adore them!

This is fanart for a FANFIC by @cheerfulnightmare

Might be more in the future, who knows

Guess who is working on a lil animation :>

For my first attempt it doesn’t look too bad lol

Very important question! Does kiricarus Firestar have pawpads?

Yes

He has the toe beans

They’re green :>

Amazing thing guys!

daily reminder to click a button so you can give free food to a shelter!!

And here is the finished piece! I’m really proud of this one.