warnings: unreliable narrator, physical & mental abuse, violence, dissociation, panic, remus-typical body horror, PTSD, painfully high number of dad jokes
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Everything was not fine.
Patton shook his head, trying to focus on the meat he was browning. That wasn’t true, not really. Here, everything was wonderful.
That was the problem.
One day turned to two, turned to a week, turned to two weeks. And Patton was still here.
In all that time, they hadn’t made a single mention of kicking him out, not even Umbra. They’d settled into a routine, displacing their usual lives to live in what had to be a secondary safehouse, and Patton had somehow been folded into that routine without any of them thinking twice.
Sides in Viet traditional clothes numero FOUR for Janus! Let’s go!
I spent wayyyy too many months working on just this one thing and I’m so ashamed but I’m glad it turned out so nicely (look how golden his áo tấc is!!!) I will never give up on this series because someone just gotta put all of them in some kind of traditional clothings
and i know this one looks really really different from the last three, but i promise it’s only gonna get more extra from here on out
Knowing a fic author through AO3 is like attending someone’s thesis presentation and politely clapping at the end, knowing a fic author through this hellsite is like going over to their house at 3AM to watch them eat mayonnaise out of a jar
Sometimes I attend somebody’s thesis presentation and I’m so impressed that I follow them home to watch them eat mayonnaise out of a jar at 3am.
Sometimes I watch someone eat mayonnaise out of a jar at 3am with such fervour I am compelled to attend their thesis presentation
“spam rebloggers are annoying” no. spam rebloggers are my best friends. spam rebloggers brighten my darkest of days. spam rebloggers single-handedly keep me employed as a tumblerina.
My favorite thing about ADWM, WKM, AHWM, ISWM and all the other videos is how everything is simultaneously sequels and prequels and concurrent to each other. Mark really looked at how much back breaking effort goes into making a cohesive timeline and just said No
The funniest thing about this fandom is that half of you little shits looked at the two most virtually insane people and twirled your hair and kicked your feet in response
warnings:arguing, mentions of murder/death, tension, cliffhanger
A/N: previous chapter’s mention of Silver Guard changed to Iron Guard because i got my lycanthropes and my faeries mixed up :P
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“Good afternoon,” Janus started, because if he was to be stripped of the element of surprise, he was at least going to handle the situation with grace. “I’m afraid there’s been a bit of a misund– ahm.”
He cut his sentence short, since two undersized hands had descended to pull at his cheeks with a careless, borderline-painful level of strength. Janus didn’t allow himself to wince or sputter at the childish gambit, simply narrowing his eyes and raising his eyebrows slightly into something unamused as he felt crumbs of dried mud tumble off his face.
“Re!” the fire sprite hissed, frozen where he was hovering above the others. “What are you doing?”
“Instigating,” Re replied, the shit-eating grin audible even though he was still standing behind Janus. “He broke Lo’s magic, so I’m tryin’ to see if he can blow someone up with his brain or something.”
Did that imply the kid was trying to get himselfblown up?
