*whispers* i could have made it so much worse. trust me. how about ren gets inside platinum jail, right before oval tower, sees the not-twins, gets pissy, they shoot him or whatever, and just before he dies sei's spirit materializes and THEN kisses him saying sorry so so sorry we'll be together again soon i'm so sorry. :3

recollectiveprotector:

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my s ou l is go ne! nO THAT WOULD BE WORSE. i would have sat in a corner and played the jellyfish song for hours until my mind healed and the tears stopped omg. how can you hav e su ch sou l ki l l skills DX

My work here is done

okay i need to work early tomorrow so i’m gonna go to bed

i’m still fucking wrecked by once then twice again fuck me in the ass i’m bROKEN. 

sassybluesly:

skeletaltwin:

The dream was starting to get weird. All of a sudden, his brother started saying that he was home in a rather echo-y voice. Of course he was home! He was right there in front of him! Sei started to stir with that, squirming and scrunching his face together as his senses started to return to him. Something was on top of him… something very alcohol-smelly.

The feeing of nails digging in and running down his chest woke him right up. The ravenette’s eyes flew open and he immediately tried to get a handle on the situation. Sly was on top of him, and his nails really hurt. Did he do something bad? Did he not clean up enough and Sly tripped over something? Was he angry oh god was he angry at him!? None of these questions came out of his mouth, but rather a whisper of “S-Sly!… Wh-what are you doing?”. Sei continued squirming under his brother, scared and confused as to what he was doing. 

Sly only chuckled and leaned back up to press a kiss on Sei’s lips before moving one of his hands, pressing a finger on his lips before smiling. "Shuuush, I want to show Nii-san just how much I love him." he mumbled as he pushed his shirt up. Leaning his head back down and pressing kisses on his chest,  making small nips in the flesh before trailing kisses further down, his tongue flicking along the elder male’s nipple.

He glanced back up to study his brother’s reactions, a hand reaching up to cup his face. A small chuckle emitting from his lips before he spoke "Nii-san is so beautiful, I love you so much." he mumbled in his drunken state as he bite down on the nub.

His mind went completely blank with those words. Did he mishear the first time? He had to have done that! There was no way that Sly would… But he said it again. ‘I love you’. ‘I love you so much’. Sei had to be dreaming! This couldn’t be reality! Sly hated him for being so useless and pathetic and being such a crybaby, but the fact that he could feel his brother’s lips and teeth on him made it clear that it was real; this was happening. 

It took all of his willpower to not break down crying. He wanted to kiss Sly back. He wanted to tell him that he loved him too; that he was so important to him, but something in him kept screaming that if he did, the dream would end and Sly would go back to hating him. That was something he couldn’t do… Instead, he panted, moaned, and cried out when sharp teeth dug into his nipple, mouthing ‘I love you too’s silently between harsh breaths. 

Closed AU with Skeletaltwin

emptydollzuki:

skeletaltwin:

Sei nodded slightly, eying the other up and down to try to think of more things that would look nice on him. But yes, nobody looked good in bright yellow. Nobody. Ever. With a giggle, he started walking back towards his place, a smile ever present on his face. “Yeah, well, I’d rather not spend my money as frivolously as other designers. I mean, who actually spends x amount of yen on… coffee from France or something- I know I don’t. I’d rather spend it on the best materials or on other necessary things like that, right?” 

"That makes sense, then again I dont really understand differences between drinks unless they are alcoholic…" Mizuki felt he probably seemed like poor trash since a bar tender at some run down place downtown wasnt anywhere near as exciting as actually getting to be among the glam and fashion. He’s also curious what Sei’s home will look like, he lives in some one bedroom apartment in the shadier side of town. Mizuki hopes Sei wont be scared away when he saw that, it happened to the last person he was dating, ran away as soon as the door swung open revealing the mess inside.

The ravenette could sense Mizuki’s slight insecurity, but he didn’t want to make it obvious in his attempt to make him feel better. Laughing a little awkwardly (oh god, he tried so hard to make it sound as un-awkward as possible, really he did!), Sei rubbed the back of his head and smiled. “A-ah, I can’t tell the difference with those at all! That’s really cool!” He was never the best at talking. He was more the silent, lonely type. Just as the awkward silence set in, it lifted as they reached Sei’s studio. It was a modest place; not terribly big and in the basement suite of his home, but it was still quite nice. Turning to Mizuki, he smiled and cocked his head to the side. “W-welcome home, I guess? ¿Mi casa es su casa?” 

sassybluesly:

skeletaltwin:

That night of cleaning and cooking combined with the relief he felt that Sly was at least home for a while led to a very deep, relaxed sleep for the older twin. There was food in his stomach for once in a long time, so that added to his restfulness. As a result of those things, Sei didn’t wake up when his brother was pounding around the house, or even when he called to him from outside his bedroom door. 

He dreamed of a world that he knew would never be reality. Sly was kind to him, and didn’t yell. Sly didn’t get angry at him if he cried; but rather held him and shushed him as gentle as a mother (or at least what he assumed a mother would feel like) would. It felt so safe, so comfortable that he knew it could never happen. Still, he could hope. He could dream. He could wish. Nothing was barring him from those things. 

Sei loved his brother. He really did. It was just all the things that Sly did that made him wish that he was just a little different. Still, he’d had worse. At least he wasn’t the type to pull organs from his body for ‘scientific research’. He always figured the scientists just did that to watch him suffer. It wasn’t a fun time. 

Sly stumbled into the room where Sei was resting, he was slow with his pacing. He looked so peaceful in this state, not to mention desirable to him; he sat himself on the bed next to the sleeping male,reaching out to lightly card throught his hair before climbing on top of the man with an evil smirk on his face.

"Nii-san~ Time to wake up, little brother’s home~" he cooed as he leaned down and nipped at the pale skin. Enough to the extent that they would bruise, Sei did belong to him after all.

He clumsily trailed his hands up Sei’s shirt, feeling the other’s delicate frame before he dug his nails into the skin. Scratching down, this oughta wake him up right?

The dream was starting to get weird. All of a sudden, his brother started saying that he was home in a rather echo-y voice. Of course he was home! He was right there in front of him! Sei started to stir with that, squirming and scrunching his face together as his senses started to return to him. Something was on top of him… something very alcohol-smelly.

The feeing of nails digging in and running down his chest woke him right up. The ravenette’s eyes flew open and he immediately tried to get a handle on the situation. Sly was on top of him, and his nails really hurt. Did he do something bad? Did he not clean up enough and Sly tripped over something? Was he angry oh god was he angry at him!? None of these questions came out of his mouth, but rather a whisper of “S-Sly!… Wh-what are you doing?”. Sei continued squirming under his brother, scared and confused as to what he was doing. 

tigerine:

Today on: I have too much time on my hands how fucking deep is DRAMAtical Murder?

I got an ask from noizybunnyboy about how Clear would react to seeing Mink’s natural eye color, and it prompted me to a) write a fic snippet and b) think about how Mink’s contacts actually work to interfere with Scrap.

Contacts must be transparent, that is, they must allow light to enter the eye but Mink’s are said to specifically interfere with the lights that are used to brainwash or intoxicate (which in turn are all derived from Toue’s experimentation with/on Sei.) Because we know that the light must enter the eye for the subject to be affected, Mink’s lenses must block whatever light would enter his pupil. Since his observed eye color changes, we should assume that the pigmentation across the lens is constant, that is, the same color that prohibits the Scrap light from entering his pupil is the color that we see superimposed over his natural eye color.

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plus a lens gives you

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Although we can’t observe the additive wavelength shifts directly like we would with the addition of filters in a physics class room, we can sort of play with the idea that in these two pictures is the information we need to determine the color of Scrap Light.

When we look at Mink’s natural eye color, all the colors of light except yellow are absorbed; the yellow light is reflected. When a colored lens is placed over this natural eye color (to reflect Scrap Light), we see his contact lens color.

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And using the power of algebra to solve for an unknown, we can re-arrange this equation (using the blocks of color as crude understandings of the values of light wavelengths) to:

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Now, here is where we’re leaving the world of Pseudoscience and entering meta.

What we can do is probably exactly what the design team did: take the hex values for these colors and literally subtract them to obtain a third hex value. You can then suggest that the resulting color is the color that has to be blocked by the Scrap-blocking contact lens.

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This third hex value is negative, but you can’t have “negative” light (unless you want to posit redshifting and that’s heading back up there to pseudoscience (leaving aside the fact that his eyes turn green which is a more energetic wavelength of light ANYWAY).)

So now we have an absolute value for this third hex color, 7724f3, and our equation looks like this:

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This is the color of Scrap Light.

Say, does anyone remember that club that Mink took Aoba to in his route?

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You can say a lot of things about DRAMAtical Murder, but this is really too close for me to believe that it’s a coincidence. It was a deliberately made design choice on the part of the artistic team.

Is this how the lenses actually work ‘in the real world’? No, for various reasons, which include, among other things, the inability of the human eye to perceive certain colors in visible light as pure stimulation of rods and cones(versus combined stimulation of rods and cones), actual problems with the human eye perceiving purple/violet, whether Mink’s lenses operate as a reflective, refractive or absorptive material, whether you want to bring the use of polarized light into it and on and on. Unless we know how “the lights” and Scrap-derived brainwashing methods work, we can’t hazard a guess on this, and everything we do is just fumbling around for an answer.

Is it neat as hell to be able to see how cohesively the design team did things? ABSOLUTELY.

micchantween:

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sassybluesly:

skeletaltwin:


He didn’t move through the entire exchange, only wincing when Sly tripped over his jacket. It really was all his fault his brother was in a foul mood. His brief words of praise felt nice though… maybe he should make that dish more often. Sei wasn’t very good at cooking what was often requested of him (like steak, for example), so he often had the food thrown back at him with a harsh glare and a demand to have something else. This was certainly different… and it made him smile a little. 

Once the door slammed and locked behind him, he sighed softly and looked around at the mess. Sly had tracked mud around the floor and there was stuff thrown everywhere. It would be a fun night cleaning all this up. 

He’d just keep those words of praise in his head whenever he needed motivation. Before he knew it, the house was spotless, but Sei hadn’t eaten his portion of pasta he had set aside for himself what was actually hours ago. It would be fine, probably, maybe just reheat it in the microwave or something. It did taste good, didn’t it?…

Later on that evening, Sly was stumbling home in a very intoxicated state. It was a surprise that he could even walk at this point, he staggered up to the door and pushed down on the handle; rather surprised that it was unlocked.
Was Sei honestly that careless for his safety? Right now that didn’t matter to him at all, he just wanted to know his whereabout.

"Seiiii, Where are you?" he shouted, his voice slurred and barely understandable. He scanned around the hallway with his blurred vision, he was nowhere to be found; he stumbled into the kitchen and found the place half full.

"He must’ve…gone to bed already. Heh." Sly thought to himself as he walked through the hallway again. Gripping onto the stair-rail and stumbled upstairs, his footsteps loud and heavy as he reached the top. Looking for Sei’s room which was still a little bit open.

"Niii-san~ I wanna play with you, let me play!" he called out to him as he stepped closer to the raven-haired boy’s door.

That night of cleaning and cooking combined with the relief he felt that Sly was at least home for a while led to a very deep, relaxed sleep for the older twin. There was food in his stomach for once in a long time, so that added to his restfulness. As a result of those things, Sei didn’t wake up when his brother was pounding around the house, or even when he called to him from outside his bedroom door. 

He dreamed of a world that he knew would never be reality. Sly was kind to him, and didn’t yell. Sly didn’t get angry at him if he cried; but rather held him and shushed him as gentle as a mother (or at least what he assumed a mother would feel like) would. It felt so safe, so comfortable that he knew it could never happen. Still, he could hope. He could dream. He could wish. Nothing was barring him from those things. 

Sei loved his brother. He really did. It was just all the things that Sly did that made him wish that he was just a little different. Still, he’d had worse. At least he wasn’t the type to pull organs from his body for ‘scientific research’. He always figured the scientists just did that to watch him suffer. It wasn’t a fun time. 

I WAS NOT READY FOR THAT FUCKING EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER

FUCK JEANMARCO

I HATE EVERYTHTING EVER. 


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how dare the chapter be titled regret after that

how

fucking

dare you