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[hissceit]

17 and 18 in the angst/fluff prompt list for dukeceit!!!

warnings for some ns//fw comments and references, as well as some somewhat graphic, violent ideas- its pretty heavy on the ‘intrusive thoughts’ part of remus, so if you struggle with said thoughts, please proceed with caution!

the hc of rem bursting with thoughts and having ‘episodes’ came from SOMEWHERE and i cannot remember where?? if anyone knows the source pls tell me so i can credit them for it!!

17. “Are you okay?” 18. “I’ve got you.”

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Remus encapsulated all of Thomas’ intrusive, unwanted thoughts, and was very loud and invasive as a result. He couldn’t control it, not very well anyway- he did his best to spare others of the truly grotesque ones. But, unfortunately, his constant, active repression of himself caused him to get a little... unstable.

If he restrains himself for far too long, he’ll burst- and not in a fun way, like ejaculation and whatnot. He would, in a sense, lose control, and start senselessly babbling and getting all the awful thoughts out of his head, until they had all fled his mouth and successfully scarred everyone in the vicinity. 

Usually, he had Janus to help him ride out the episodes when they struck. He would sit there and hold him, preventing him from hurting himself or others (because sometimes, the outbursts effected him physically as well), and reassure him that he was there and listening until Remus settled down. 

This time, he was alone.

Well. Not alone, actually, he was in a pretty crowded room, but no one there could help him so he was pretty well alone.

Plus, no one even knew what was going on.

When he’d felt it coming, he tried to leave or, at the very least, summon Janus before he succumbed to his mind, but nothing worked- they kept pestering him and forced him to stay and partake in their discourse- and his mind was too much of a clusterfuck to successfully summon anything, and soon enough, he felt something snap in the back of his mind and it all came pouring out.

“What if you bodyslammed a bride as she was walking down the aisle of her wedding?” Remus began, his crimson eyes brighter than usual, but no one seemed to notice. They merely cringed at his suggestion, and tried to ignore him. However, Remus continued, because he couldn’t hold back anymore- “Imagine if you set fire to a funeral home, while a funeral was in session!”

“Dude,” Virgil cringed, shrinking back into his hoodie, and Thomas looked disturbed. Remus tried to catch Virgil’s eye, because if anyone knew what was going on it’d be him, but the Side was pointedly keeping his gaze turned away. Remus felt his stomach drop as he realized he was going to have to ride this one out alone. 

“What would human taste like? If you eat yourself to death, is it cannibalism or suicide?” Remus babbled, and his fists clenched, the urge to scratch and pull hitting him like a train. He forced it down the best he could, but it made his skin tingle uncomfortably. “What if you made bread, and fucked the dough, and served it to your family?”

“Remus!” Patton’s affronted gasp fell on deaf ears, all sound around him going muffled and distant, as if someone was holding their hands over his ears. “What if we made pancakes with our own blood and gave it to the elderly? Did you know your jaw has enough power to bite off a finger as easily as a carrot- and the only thing stopping you is your brain telling you it’s a bad idea? We should test it, we should bite and keep biting until it snaps and the blood comes pouring out and bleed out on the floor-” 

“Remus?” Thomas fretted, watching Remus’ fingers dig into the sides of his head, palms pressing against his ears so hard that his arms shook with the force of it, and realized this wasn’t as simple as Remus being his usual grotesque self- he was going through an episode of some sort, and Thomas had no idea how to help him. 

“-What if you made a voodoo doll of your grandma and tossed it in the oven-”

“Guys, what do I do?” Thomas’ voice was a little higher in panic, and the others didn’t seem to be doing much better. 

“I- I don’t- I don't know-” Patton stammered, trying his hardest to ignore the thoughts Remus spewed, “I’ve never dealt with this before-”

Roman and Logan looked just as lost, and Thomas felt hopeless, because if Logan didn't know how to handle it then what was he going to do-

“You need to summon Deceit,” Virgil finally burst, his eyes wide as the realization of what was happening washed over him. He’d only ever been witness to two of Remus’ outbursts before, back when he was still one of them, but he knew they happened more frequently than that, and that Deceit was the one that dealt with them most of the time. “Like right now,” He stressed as he was merely given incredulous stares, whereas Remus was starting to yank and pull at his hair.

“I- uh, okay-” Thomas stumbled over his words, closing his eyes and rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Janus, buddy, we kind of really need you, please- like really need you, if you could come as soon as right now-”

“Thomas?” Janus rose up in his spot next to Logan, the Side stepping closer towards Virgil to make room, “What is it you need my assistance for?”

Ignoring Virgil’s exclamation of shock at the use of Janus’ name, Thomas gestured wildly towards Remus, and looked helplessly at Janus. “Virgil said we needed you for this, I don’t- I don't know what’s going on with him-”

Finally, Janus seemed to hear the babbling from the corner of the room, his eyes stretched wider in surprise than anyone had ever seen, and he sprung into action at once.

“Remus, darling, can you give me your hands, please?” Janus’ voice was soft, soothing, despite his worried expression, and as he approached Remus, he held his hands out to him, gloves vanishing with a snap of his fingers. 

The new sound, something soft and purring and so distinctly Janus made Remus’ eyes open (he wasn’t quite positive when he’d shut them), and saw a smudge of gold and black through the tears clouding his gaze. Shakily, he shook his head, the action taking far more effort than it should have- he couldn't move, couldn’t take his hands away from their scratching and pulling no matter how much he wanted to.

“That’s alright, I’m going to touch you now, okay?” Janus soothed, and, slow and steady to make sure Remus wouldn’t freak out at sudden movement, reached forward and gripped Remus’ forearms. Slowly, he slid his hands up until he could squeeze his fingers between Remus’ and his skull, holding Remus’ hands and forcing them away from himself with a small grunt of effort. Luckily, the new, cold sensation of Janus’ skin was enough of an intrigue to Remus’ muddled mind that he clung to them and followed their directions without much of a fight. 

Now holding onto Remus’ hands, the other squeezing him so hard his knuckles were white, Janus managed to manouvre them a little closer to the stairwell and further away from the others (Virgil had leaped over between Logan and Thomas as soon as he saw Janus and Remus approach), just in case Remus lashed out in some way. 

“-you’re so cold Janus what if you were thrown into a freezer would you hibernate or die of frostbite or-” Remus’ body tensed up as he ranted on, his eyes glassy and full of pain, and Janus blinked back kindly at him. He knew how awful Remus felt when his intrusive thoughts became violent towards those he loved, and he tried his best to non-verbally assure him that he was perfectly aware that Remus wasn’t actually going to hurt him and that he was safe. 

“It’s alright, darling, I’m here, I’m listening,” Janus kept repeating over and over, like a mantra, “Let’s sit down, alright?” With minimal effort, he coerced Remus’ uncooperative form to sit down at the stairs with him, Janus kneeling in front of his shaking form. In any other situation, Janus would have been embarrassed to be caught so loving and soft towards anyone, but given the circumstances, he just ignored the stares he felt boring into his back, his own skin prickling uncomfortably. 

“Jan- Jan-” Remus’ choked words cut off with a whimper, and Janus pulled Remus close to his chest, shushing him softly. “You’re okay, Rem, I have you, I’ve got you,” He soothed, and nodded his head towards their audience. “Could one of you make yourselves useful and get some water, and put on a movie or something, as long as it’s distracting?”

At once, Patton sprung up and raced into the kitchen faster than Janus had ever seen him move, and Roman fumbled with the television remote and DVD player, trying to turn something on as fast as he could.

With the help of the added distraction (which also helped with distracting Thomas from the intrusive thoughts as well), and Janus encouraging Remus to sip water between his outbursts, slowly, the never ending train of thoughts eased up until Remus was able to put a cap on it, gasping for breath and clinging to Janus like a lifeline. 

“Are you okay?” Janus murmured, capturing both of Remus’ hands in his scaled one, and using the other to card his fingers through Remus’ tangled, greasy hair.

“I- I think so,” Remus rasped, his trembling lessening as the seconds passed.

“Can, uh, can anyone please explain to me what just happened?” Thomas finally spoke, his voice just as shaky as Remus’ as the barrage of gruesome thoughts fell from the forefront of his mind. 

Janus sighed, and as he explained to Thomas (and everyone else) what the outburst was and how it was triggered, Remus finally came out of his episode and was able to move, flexing his fingers and cracking his neck. His entire body felt sore and he wanted a nap.

“Oh, Remus, I’m so sorry we forced you to bottle yourself up until you exploded!” The guilt and sorrow in Thomas’ voice made Remus cringe in disgust- he hated feelings, “Is there any way we can make those outbursts.. stop? Or at least, really lessen their frequency?”

Janus and Remus both shrugged. Remus had been holding himself back for as long as he could remember- he had no idea if he was just eternally cursed to his episodes or if there was a way to stop them.

“We’re used to it!” Remus chirped, the croak in his voice the only thing indicating he even had a breakdown. “No need to worry!”

“Wh- No need to worry? Remus, this is dangerous, it’s hurting you-”

“And what do you care?” Remus scoffed, the bitterness in his tone taking even Janus by surprise, “I’m the bad Creativity, remember? It doesn’t matter if it hurts me or not, because I’m not a good guy.”

And with that, Remus had disappeared, taking Janus with him, and leaving the others to stew in their own guilt.

“Darling, are you really okay?” Janus asked him the moment they had arrived to the comfort of Remus’ cluttered bedroom, and Remus knew by the look in his eye that he wasn’t asking because of the episode.

“As okay as I’ll ever be, Jan,” Remus replied, and as much as he hated to see the dissatisfaction in Janus’ expression, he couldn’t offer a better answer.

Luckily, Janus dropped it, and gestured towards the bed, instead.

“Come on, you must be exhausted, let’s nap.”

And Remus perked up, because that was the best thought he’d heard all day.

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Prompts

[bunjywunjy]

I was walking through the toy aisle at Target when I found this thing and had a VIOLENT AND IMMEDIATE FLASHBACK to when JP first came out and they had a bunch of REALLY COOL T Rex toys that I would have sold one of my scrawny small-child limbs for but my mother wouldn’t get me one because they were “too violent and also ate people” :(

[bunjywunjy]

hnn I WANT IT SO BAD

[bunjywunjy]

on closer inspection, it makes a lot of really obnoxious noises and is also Too Expensive. BUT FEAR NOT I found this slightly smaller dude wedged in the back!

IT HAS BITE ACTION, AND THAT’S THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS

[bunjywunjy]

now we enter the testing phase

yup. looks good.

[bunjywunjy]

Extreme Chompin T-Rex says IT’S NEVER TOO LATE TO FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS

[digitaldiscipline]

Can we take a moment to appreciate that we can use this as a rosetta stone to say “EXTREME CHOMPIN’ “ in four languages?

[bunjywunjy]

OH SHIT YOU’RE RIGHT, let me check the garbage to see if it’s still there! hopefully I didn’t destroy it in my excitement

[bunjywunjy]

*roar sound effect*

[bunjywunjy]

IMPORTANT UPDATE:

[bunjywunjy]

update update: I re-sized her collar and found a bag of toy bones at the craft store. I haven’t put this much effort into a non-school thing since my last job search, help

(secret bonus: the other side of her tag)

[crochetninja]

There’s more!

[nuggsmum]

I love.

[bunjywunjy]

I saw that people are reblogging the thread again, so I thought I’d give you all an update on how Wexter is doing!

(just fine)

[bunjywunjy]

Wexter And The Case Of Her Continuing Marvelously Naughty Garden Adventures

[laptop-stickerkeeper]

OP and Wexter can break all my toes and I would still send a thank you card

[bunjywunjy]

Wexter says SHE WOULD NEVER DO SUCH A THING (but she might chew your ankles a little bit maybe)

[bunjywunjy]

so it’s come to my attention that at some point this weekend Wexter blew past 100,000 notes, and I for one think that’s very cash money of her.

[r3b3lgrrrrrrrl]

So very cash money.

[catcrumb]

[thelongbottomssensiblynamedchild]

Me getting ready for school

[cinnnabunnn]

Hey jsyk it’s 2018 and if you’re still drawing characters with big lips like THIS, even if they’re pale/not black, it’s fucking racist. Stop doing it.

No excuses. “It’s a stylistic choice!” It’s a RACIST stylistic choice.

“Idk how else to draw big lips!” That’s because you relied on racist caricatures and are a bad artist. Teach yourself. Learn. If you’re not willing to do that, then you are a bad, racist artist.

“But it’s part of the character design!” Yeah, and it’s racist. If it’s your OC, then change it. If it’s not your OC, make the right choice and draw them with normal looking bigger lips instead of this racist monstrosity.

And if this post makes you uncomfortable because it’s calling you out for stuff you’ve done, good. Fix it. Own up to it. Grow.

If you see this and you’re first thought is to defend this: you are racist. You are part of the problem. Congrats. Now work on yourself and unlearn that.

[mizgrownnonsense]

Here’s how to do it right:

[mizgrownnonsense]

(some troll gave me shit about only providing overly “feminine” examples. I would have been happy to ignore them…but there are so many great examples on how to draw perfectly acceptable (not racist) full-lipped male characters, in the end, I couldn’t resist.)

[mizgrownnonsense]

Since this is making the rounds again, I’m reblogging the version with both sets of examples.

[watatsumi-island]

For reference.

[darklovestruck]

I’m gay but men in skirts with painted nails are top teir people on earth

[babyanimalgifs]

Dog refuses to get out of bed then proceeds to fall asleep looking after baby

(Source)

[rachelbigpeep]

witness actor au where the book is actually a tv series and mc is a critically-acclaimed actress who’s stuck in an insultingly and horribly written female lead role because the solely male writers are all divorced and have written the mc to get back at their ex-wives, disguised as “wanting to make a strong female main character that is in charge of her sexuality”

[they-callme-ami]

If only PB writers were competant enough to pull this off. But, most of them nowadays seem to fit this category.

[what-do-you-mean-theyre-evil]

LET’S ADD ON GUYS!!

Witness characters go full GoT cast.

On a scale of Emilia Clarke to Kit Harington, how much do the castmates show their displeasure with the series.

Witness!MC is basically Emilia, she speaks very highly of the writers and talks about working with them politely but you know, you know she’s dying inside.

You can tell by looking at her eyes that she wants to rip the show to shreds but she’s under contract too polite to.

Cassian’s actor went full Kit. “Describe the series in on word,” “Disappointing”

This was not what they signed up for.

The script they were promised was immensely different from the script they received.

The actor for Tomos gives Peter Dinklage worthy speech on how fucking dumb he was.

When they get together for those cast interviews they always talk about how fun it was on set and how awesome the crew was but they never talk about the show all together.

Just a few glances in other directions or an awkward cough.

They definitely go on Tumblr and Twitter and read all the crap that people talk about their characters and they’re just like “yep you’re- you guys are totally right”

Feel free to add on

[they-callme-ami]

Me, who’s never seen Game of Thrones:

Also me, thinking this is hilarious:

[mistry-inc]

This pretty much captures the energy

[watatsumi-island]

-Someone draw a part of this please I CAN SEE IT-

[ruler-of-barrington]

Who is going John Boyega? 

[what-do-you-mean-theyre-evil]

Depends, which part of the trilogy?

[dankmemeuniversity]

[gothwyfe]

omfl im sexy white things

[onionhighonionandrenown]

…sexy gelatinous cube paladin.

That’s gonna take some work.

[thegodskeeper]

Sexy divination memes.

Oh dear.

[gem-femme]

Sexy civilization 6 warmonger penalties.

[they-callme-ami]

Sexy Poppy Min-Sinclair.

Dear God NO—

[ansixilus]

Sexy World’s Largest Diamond sounds like a costume that already exists.

[they-callme-ami]

Take your pick

[watatsumi-island]

Sexy Girls with dogs.

👍🏽☺👍🏽

[what-do-you-mean-theyre-evil]

Sexy Critical Role

Nice 😏

[thelongbottomssensiblynamedchild]

Sexy Tumblr

[angelic-alluring]

𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬

[powerfulwizard]

Say this with me. Manifest it. Make it real. “I am not harmed by fire or explosives.” Say that outloud. Remember it. The only thing that’s stopping you is your own head. Never stop grinding.

[somecutething]

There seems to be someone in this slipper....

[copperbadge]

I’d like to write a Hallmark Christmas movie where the big city PR lady arrives in her small midwestern hometown for the holidays to do research for next year’s big Christmas in July campaign, even though she’s something of a grinch. She’s left her coded-Jewish boyfriend in the city and is missing him when she has a meet-cute that involves spilling cocoa all over the hot new bookstore owner in town, and he spends much of the movie trying to reignite the spirit of Christmas within her, often while they run into her hometown ex, a corn-fed Christmas Tree Farmer who couldn’t leave his trees to be with her in the city.

Eventually she rediscovers the meaning of Christmas and is merry and bright at a community holiday party, but also informs the Bookstore Owner that in a few hours she’s driving back to the big city. When this happens there is a sharp record-scratch and Bookstore Owner goes “What? No. Why?”

He confesses to her that he is an angel who was sent to get her to rediscover the joy of Christmas so she would hook up with her Christmas Tree Farmer ex and return permanently to the small midwestern town. Big City PR Lady is stunned by this and says, “Him? But I have a boyfriend! And he’s so…bland!” 

The angel responds with a list of exceptional qualities the tree farmer has but which are obviously not good matches for Big City PR Lady. She tells him that it’s been a wonderful vacation and she has lots of great research for her PR campaign, declares that she likes her life in the city, and goes to her room to start packing. At this point there’s a POV shift from her to the Angel, who knows he will be summoned to heaven in the morning to report his failure. He decamps to the Hallmark version of a divey all-night diner where he runs into the Christmas Tree Farmer, who thinks he’s sad Big City PR Lady dumped him and attempts to console him by telling him all his good qualities. 

Then, when you think the Tree Farmer is going to suggest a grand romantic gesture to win Big City PR Lady’s love, which he himself could use, instead he meaningfully asks if he can buy the Angel dinner. 

The music swells romantically and it begins to snow outside, which is the traditional way an Angel knows he’s completed his mission to Heaven’s satisfaction. They go outside to watch the snow fall, end up under the mistletoe, and the Angel realizes his true mission was not to hook up Big City PR Lady, who we see displaying an engagement ring at a Chinese food dinner with all her cosmopolitan friends, but to end up with the Tree Farmer himself and fill the town with joy all the year through. Angel kisses Tree Farmer, happy ending, credits roll.

I will title it Christmas Tree Topper.  

[aroaesflags]

Aroace bug emojis for anon

[tapireye-deactivated20220708]

Insect Pendants by Vivienne Westwood

[thelongbottomssensiblynamedchild]

So I was looking through a bunch of my old art and

[thelongbottomssensiblynamedchild]

Did lovestruck seriously just make a Thomas Sanders reference?

[were-writes]

Will humanity ever be free of the influence of Edna Mode? Can any of us so much as consider the character design for a hero or villain without her manifesting in the room, fully aware of our sins?

[were-writes]

You know what, another layer of difficulty is when you’re thinking about villains, and the wise words of Megamind come into your head. You don’t just want your child to be just a regular villain. But how do you make your villain a Supervillain with no cape? Where is the drama? But Edna says no capes, you must deny them the flair. It is impossible to please them both, and it’s tearing this family apart.

[sci-the-superb]

you. you get it.

(tags via @jeremiahsmysteriosotouch)

[deadblogdontlook]

Counteroffer: Big dramatic cloak to protect your identity that you drop on the floor before every fight

[krshush]

#there are two wolves inside you #one is edna mode #the other is megamind  (@remnantofahero) 

[techmomma]

The third wolf is Mirio Togata. 

[thelongbottomssensiblynamedchild]

Things are heating up in the cape fandom