deceitful cat

I got more art of my “Analog Investigations” (aka Scooby doo: Mystery Incorporated) AU yipee

V: Logan, I found something! I think it’s like a locket? (Short time plays when opened)

L: It appears so. Do you think it’s a clue to the missing kids case?

V: Maybe, they seem our age? I wonder who they could be… The inscription says “To my best friend, Jan” so- I guess one of them is named Jan? Not sure which one though.

L: Hm. Best to worry about it later, we still need to search the rest of this cave. Just keep the locket on you.

V: Will do, ‘Captain Nerdy!’

L: Stop calling me that.

Scene is referencing this part of the show:

Analogical stans, I have starved you for too long

Bonus:

When I was sixteen I got a boyfriend who was a literal sweet. He was handsome, he was shy, he was a gentleman. He also had problems with his family. His mom died when he was young and his family was never the same. I knew him for almost 3 years, we where 11 when that happened, we were in the same school till hs.

When we started dating, it was because people told me he liked me and I kinda liked him too so I gave him a chance. After a few weeks he started telling me about the problems with his family. It was a non ending thing. And I was mad at them because he was such a great boy.

So I introduced him to my family, they welcomed him with open arms. Because my family is kind in a certain kind of way (even if they suck balls in others). I thought I was helping him. Like, I was sharing my family with him since his wasn’t really there for him, he could count on us. For a while it was enough.

But then, as time flew by. More fights came and he would always say how fucked up he was. Every time we fight, school would be hell for me. Because he was such a lovable delicate person, everybody adored him. So when I was mad and kept my distance till we talked someone would come up and tell me to give him another chance.

You see I didn’t need them to tell me that? It was just a silly fight. But when I came to the boy, he would be a wreck. Not like, crying and telling everyone what happened or anything, because he wasn’t like that. But you could see it in his face, the sadness, the suffering. I realized how much power I had over him, and that scared me.

We were in the same class too. So we spent the whole school together, in the breaks he would play soccer with his friends and I would be with my own too. But he sited with me and we talk between classes and everybody in school shipped us.

He got mad if i didn’t text him out of school, he would said I wasn’t taking our relationship seriously. Like I didn’t care. I would say, I’m sorry I was taking a nap, what’s up. And he would calm down. It irked me a little, we just spent the whole day together, then I’d think ‘stop being a selfish bitch he is your boyfriend’.

This was everyday. Until he got mad again and stopped texting at all after school. When I woke up from my naps to text him he wouldn’t answer, but that was ok by me.

He used to lose his phones a lot back then, so he stopped buying them and instead used the computer to talk to me by Twitter. He got mad when I didn’t get mad at him, even if i had good reasons not to.

He said that the reason he needed so much attention was because he was fucked up. Because his family was shit, he wanted me there where they were supposed to stand. I told him I was, that he had me and my family. That wasn’t enough for him. I tried hard, I really did, after that. To be more girlfriendish, more touchy, more sweet. More not myself. The relationship started to wear me off.

When he first broke up with me I felt bad. Not because our more than 1 year old relationship was over, but because I was relieved. I felt bad, because I used to spend nights crying over how sad HIS life was, how unfair was life with him. And it started to fuck me up too.

We broke up on the weekend. When I stepped in school on Monday everyone was on me.

But what happened? Why? Look at him he is so sad! Give him a chance! You look so good together!

Nobody asked how I felt, my closest friends knew because I told them, and where against me and him going back together.

But the peer pressure was too much.

Things didn’t change when we got back together. He still thought I didn’t really care for him, that I didn’t loved him as much as he loved me. He was right in some way.

A few years ago I realized I was aromantic, knowing about it back then would have helped a lot.

But instead it was just him and me suffering. Because none of us understood why I couldn’t just feel the same way he did.

He broke up with me again, when hs was almost over, we where going to different colleges and he was going out of town. If I alredy didn’t reach out to him in the same school same city… Much less this way, it would only hurt us more. It was a mature way of thinking and we agreed on it.

Not many months later he started texting me again, asking for another chance, he said he missed me. That he was a fool. He wanted to talk to me, get together again.

I didn’t. I told him so. He said ok. He kept texting every now and then, even drunk called me a few times, I didn’t answer after the first one.

It hurted that he loved me so much (or thought he did anyways) and I COULDN’T feel the same way. I cared about him. Like a dear friend. I KNEW he was a wonderful person. But I was tired of forcing myself to try to FEEL something I COULDN’T.

I always asked myself why. Why can’t I? What is wrong with me?

Because I had boyfriends before him breaking up with me for the same reasons.

I was in second year of college when I learned the term aromantic. And I was so so relieved that I wasn’t just some kind of sociopath that couldn’t feel love. Because I felt love, just not the romantic one.

Around the same time, I got my eyes in a girl for the first time. I already knew I liked girls a lot more than I should, but never thought much of it. This girl was snarky, had a bad temper and had a AO3 account.

The first time we talked she asked me if I was reading a fanfiction and I freaked out and told her I was reading an online book. She said bull. And showed me her cellphone with a fic open.

We’ve been together for almost 3 years.

And she’s never complained about my lack of romantic gestures. I’ve never feel obligated to do something nice for her. I get excited when I do it. I hug her and kiss her in private because I don’t like romantic pda, only platonic. I’ve told her I love her because I mean it. Even if it’s not the romantic way. Because I would die for this girl, she’s amazing, she’s strong and she annoys the hell out of me sometimes. But we talk and work things out. And we are honest and accept it when we do wrong.

I don’t love her like the disney movies teached me how you’re supposed to love someone.

But I love her nonetheless.

And I’m happy I get to love someone in my own way and that they accept the love I can give them and treasure it.

I realized I was aromantic really late. I hurted, and got hurt by, many people. And I’m trying to do better. I talk with some of them, some of them give me the cold shoulder. This sweet boy from the beginning got a new girlfriend and I’m SO happy for him.

People don’t believe me, think I’m only relieved he’ll leave me alone now. I don’t care. I loved that boy once I cared for him. A lot people who feel romantic love have done horrible things.

sappy continuation under ‘keep reading’ below ⤵

Roman - He would get all exited and hyped up like a dog.

Patton - He would perk up like a dog who heard the word “walk”

Logan - Would be annoyed at the shape the praise came in, but still like it

Virgil - He would blush bright red before hiding in his hoodie or push his hands into Thomas’s face to make him shut up.

Remus - he would eat that shit up instantly, even if Thomas ever saying that to him would be a HAPPENING.