A Friend And I Are Doing An AUtober, We Choose Our Favorite Characters And Put Them In Aus.

They look so silly <3

Trying tumblr again :3

let them be soft

two different kinds of tntduo AUs

something a little more creepy or scary🫣, i’m thinking imposter syndrome??

Omg an Imposter Syndrome reference in 2024…

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Once upon a time, Roier thought he was the last living member of his species. The Federation wiped everyone on his planet out; Roier and his brother escaped with their lives, but Doied didn’t make it past an emergency medical checkpoint on their way to Earth.

Now, Roier is on a Federation ship heading towards yet another planet they’re planning on colonizing. He’s been sabotaging their missions for years, ever since he was old enough to serve on a ship, and this mission is no exception.

But:

Cellbit flinches as his jaw splits in half for the millionth time in the past half hour. He forces it shut with his hands and mutters an apology in a language that Roier can barely remember.

Roier just sighs and smiles and reaches across the table to pat Cellbit’s hand.

“It’s just us, gatinho,” he assured him. “Don’t worry, okay?”

Cellbit nods, but he doesn’t look convinced, and Roier wants someone dead.

Once upon a time, Roier thought he was alone. But now he has Cellbit, and he’s going to make sure that he gets to keep Cellbit.

In front of them is a small dinner set up in Cellbit’s cabin. There’s wine, of course, and there is a severed head. Its eyeballs are in their individual wine glasses, one each, like olives in martinis.

Roier thinks his name was Tubbo. Maybe. Doesn’t matter now. He tastes good, and Cellbit smiled biting into his kidney, and that’s all Roier cares about.

The crew is going to find Tubbo’s (headless) skeleton and what remains of his muscles soon enough. His suit, too, as bloodstained and ripped as it is. They were messy, but… so what? Roier left one of Tina’s earrings at the scene, and he can give Cellbit an alibi.

Quietly, Cellbit says, “We have an alibi.”

Roier nods.

“We were having sex,” Cellbit continues.

Roier laughs so hard his face splits and his tentacle comes tumbling out of his “mouth”. Once, Cellbit turned red at the thought. Now, Roier knows that he’s as asexual as they come, so Cellbit can make all the inappropriate jokes he wants, and it’ll always be funny.

Cellbit smiles too wide, waaay too wide, and Roier doesn’t think he’s ever seen a more beautiful man in his life. He never wants to stop seeing this smile. He’ll kill anyone who tries taking it away from him.

That is a guarantee.

ROIERVERSE

spiderbit,, fluff or fright,,, day four,,, prompt: murder husbands. this one is absolutely my most experimental one but i like how it turned out <33 INSPIRED BY JOHANNIS' ABSOLUTELY STUNNING ART everyone go look at it neoowwww

You don't know how long you've been running. You can feel your heartbeat thrumming in your ears, drowning out the sound of your footsteps as you run.

It's raining. It's raining. You sprint through the forest, trees appearing out of nowhere, branches dragging you back.

It's raining. It smells like blood. You don't know how long you've been running.

They're following you. You don't know where they are but you know they're following you, and they'll catch you. They always do.

It's raining and it smells like blood. The ozone stings at your nose, roots catching on your feet and blood slipping through your fingers. They're gaining on you. You can't hear them but you know they're gaining on you.

The forest is dark, darker than you're used to, and the rain isn't helping. You can barely hear anything past the thumping in your ears and the slapping of your feet on wet dirt, and your rasping, exhausted breathing.

You don't know how long you've been running. It smells like blood and they're gaining on you. It smells like blood and it's raining.

They always hunt together as one. Moving with such synchrony that you can never tell where one ends and the other begins. They whisper things in tongues you don't speak, two contrasting voices laughing excitedly. They're gaining on you.

You don't know how long you've been running. It smells like blood.

It's raining. Your feet can barely stay under you as you run, you don't even know where you're going. You left the safe confines of the forest a long time ago. Back when you didn't realise how much danger you were truly in. Back before they caught your scent and started gaining on you.

They're gaining on you. It smells like blood. Whose blood.

It's raining, and you can't see anything past the sweat running down your forehead and stinging your eyes. You can't see anything past the rain and the panic. They're gaining on you. You don't know where they are but you know they're gaining on you.

They chase you in harmony. They don't even have to think twice before circling you through the trees. They don't need to see through the rain to know where you are. They're gaining on you.

It smells like blood.

One of them wears white. You can see flashes of it as you run, reflecting in the water drops as they fall. You can feel breathing on the back of your neck, claws tearing at your flesh. This is the one they say you should run from.

The other one wears black. Darker colours that blend in with the sky, invisible. You can't see anything, you can see eyes as black as night and hunger in their gaze. This is the one you should be scared of.

They work so well together they're practically one. They're gaining on you.

You don't know how long you've been running. There's a knife in your side and a trail of red leading them right to you. It smells like your blood.

They're gaining on you.

It smells like you. It smells like fear. It smells like rain and panic and hunger and blood.

They're gaining on you.

It's raining.

They're gaining on you.

You don't know how long you've been running out of time.

They're gaining on you.

It smells like death.

Not my usual stuff, but I made this for a friend

Primavera, verano, otoño e invierno...

Day Seven - Soulmates

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Soulmates, as everyone knows, share each other's pain. Bruises, scrapes, broken bones. Fevers, infections. Anything, everything. Nothing physical is left behind, just. Pain.

Roier kinda thinks it's all bullshit. There's all sorts of philosophy attached to it, like the idea that sharing pain is supposed to bring you and your soulmate together, but that idea doesn't really matter when you don't even know who your soulmate is. It's just pain for the sake of pain, and it's absolutely ridiculous, and he kinda hates it.

...But maybe Roier is biased, just a little. His soulmate, whoever they are, is either the most accident-prone person on the planet, or they've been a soldier since Roier was still in middle school. After years and years of constant aches and pains and bruises and fucking stab wounds right through the stomach and gunshots fired through the shoulder and the throat, Roier's tired.

Roier doesn't hate his soulmate. He probably loves them, actually; he started working out in middle school just so he could grow up into a strong enough man to be able to protect his soulmate the way they deserved. He just also thinks it's kind of bullshit that he and his soulmate have to share this much without not knowing who each other is.

"It's just kind of ridiculous, you know?" he asks.

"I guess," Cellbit hesitantly agrees.

Cellbit, unlike Roier, seems pretty into the whole soulmate thing. He doesn't think he has one, but he likes the idea of people being able to find someone special just for them that they can love and who will love them back. Sharing pain, to Cellbit, is the same as sharing a warm cup of coffee on a cold winter's morning: it's just something that people who love each other do.

Roier sighs, but he doesn't say anything else, mostly because he's decided he kinda likes Cellbit and he doesn't want to lose him before he can work up the nerve to ask him over for, like. Dinner. Or sex.

Tonight, they're side-by-side in sleeping bags on the deck of their newly-claimed Base Guapita. The kids are asleep inside, and Cellbit's hands are rough and red from an afternoon spent putting up the communications tower. He's half asleep, but Roier is wide awake and staring at the stars and trying to connect them into something meaningful.

Cellbit is... nice. He's nice. Him and Roier got off on the wrong foot, and he kinda super needs to shower more often, but he's sweet, and he has a cute smile when he deigns to show it. His eyes are breathtaking. His hands are big. His arms are covered in too many scars to count, and so is what little of his chest and neck he shows beneath his button-up and vest.

(Roier remembers waking up screaming a week or so ago and immediately checking his arms to make sure he wasn't the one getting fucking shredded with- with something. Bobby ran downstairs to check on him, and he got to the bottom floor just in time to watch Roier pass out as his soulmate died and had to respawn.

The day after that, Roier idly watched as Cellbit and Felps argued in the corner of his garden. He couldn't catch much of what they were saying, but the scars on Cellbit's arms were new, maybe.

Maybe...)

In the end, it's Cellbit who continues the conversation:

"If I do have a soulmate," he murmurs, voice slurred from exhaustion and muffled slightly by his pillow, "I kind of feel bad for them."

"Mm?"

Absently, Cellbit rolls onto his back, his arms falling on top of the sleeping bag's outer layer. One hand brushes along the largest of the opposite arm's scars.

Ah.

"Nah, it's probably fine," Roier says. He adjusts himself so that he's laying on his side facing Cellbit with his hand propping his head up. "Aren't you the guy who thinks sharing pain is romantic and stuff?"

"It isn't romantic," Cellbit scoffs. "It's pain. Nobody should have to go through it."

"Or maybe nobody should have to go through it alone. Isn't that what all this soulmate shit is about?"

Cellbit glances at him out of the corner of his eye. "I thought you didn't believe in soulmates."

"What?" Roier gasps, dramatically offended. "No! Of course I do! I just don't get all that philosophical stuff. Like, what's the point of sharing pain if you don't know who you're sharing with, you know?"

"Because it's what people who love each other do."

Roier snaps with a grin. "There you go! You and your soulmate love each other, so you want to share each other's pain. Right?"

Cellbit hums, "Or maybe he just wants to stop it."

Oh. "'He'? Do you-"

Cellbit cuts him off with a shake of the head: "No, I don't. I just know he would be a he. I'm not, ah..."

Oh, shit.

Roier knows Cellbit well enough by now to know when he doesn't want to elaborate on something, so he offers a cheerful, "Cool!", before going quiet again.

Then:

"I hope you find him, man," Roier says. He sits up and pats Cellbit on the shoulder with a smaller, more genuine smile. "I know he's out there."

Cellbit watches him warily. "I'm not even sure if he exists."

"Nah, he does. And I'd better get to be your best man, okay? If not, I'm stealing your husband."

Cellbit snorts quietly, lips quirking up into a half-smile. "Of course, guapito."

"Good." Roier nods, and he settles back into his sleeping bag. His bones, as usual, are aching. His hands burn, and he doesn't know what the hell his soulmate has been up to today, but he's going to make them start wearing gloves when he finds them.

He flops onto his opposite side, and then he screeches as his arm impales itself on the pointy end of an exposed screw.

"Chinga su madre-" he swears, scrambling out of his sleeping bag to dig up the hammer he and Cellbit were using earlier when they were renovating the airship.

Cellbit sits up, eyes wide. "Guapito? What happened?"

Roier slams his hammer into the screw in response with an irritated, pained, "Fucking nail got me in the arm, what the fuck?"

He turns his attention back to the floorboards, turning his sleeping bag over to inspect the rest of the floor for any loose nails.

(He does not notice Cellbit's face pale as he raises a shaky hand to his own arm, right where the screw had hit Roier. He looks from Roier's bleeding arm to his own, and a faint, excited, surprised, terrified smile crosses his face, and a blush paints itself across his nose and cheeks, and he has to cover his mouth to keep himself from letting out the happiest little squeal possible.)

día ocho: tim burton

Roier como emely de corpse bride :D