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Hey there! Would u be willing to draw Bonnie or Siffrin from In Stars and time? I love those two, they're the siblings of all time loops: dude who's going through it and the kiddo who keeps sneaking malanga fritters in his pocket when they're not looking to counteract the horrors.

how about both ?! these two look so cute. i've never heard of this game before but i looove the art style actually. thank u for ur vote! o7

Is that not the active text being stated in the game? That Gzar Theodore pushed Lucy beyond her fragile limits and it broke her

For the drabble prompts, Raz discuss with Sasha and Milla some of his adventures in thorney tower. (Seperate anon, but they were related enough to go together!)

They want to access his mindscape first. Raz thinks that’s fair- that if he was a full-time Psychonaut, and he was presented with an old man with newly resolved childhood trauma and a child who’d jumped into the minds of four people living in an asylum and a fish, only to then willingly subjugate himself to binding minds with Coach Oleander, he’d probably choose the child first too. 

But Raz is tired, and ten, and he decides to be a bit selfish about it and ask Ford to check out Oleander first. He didn’t mind housing the Coach. He didn’t mind jumping shark into other mindscapes. He does mind knowing his father has seen a complex (and, frankly, embarrassing) amount of his psyche now. He needs time to process. He needs to put up a few extra barriers around memories and dust some mental cobwebs before letting basically anyone in, let alone someone as important as Ford Cruller.

But the short-term safety of his mind is more a suggestion to Sasha, who decides to take the physical approach a little too seriously. By the third time he's pried Raz's mouth open and peered inside, he's pretty sure the man doesn't even know what he's looking for. 

"Darling," Milla hums, sensing Raz's dwindling patience. "You've studied him top to bottom. He's fine from a physical standpoint."

"You can never be too sure," Sasha replies, but takes his hands off him. Raz worked his jaw as the man wiped off his gloves and sighed, long and loud. His cigarette had burned out mostly untouched. "I'm sorry, Razputin."

Raz shakes his head. "I don't mind, really."

"I do," he growls. It takes Raz a second to realize they're on different pages of the same saga. "My brain tumblr blasted Olly's dreams into your mind. It twisted them together like red vines. That could very well be the reason you morphed together so easily." Sasha tuts and pushes his glasses up. "I've risked your mind today, Razputin."

"It could've been that," Raz agreed. "Or it could've been the vat of evildoer chemicals designed to keep brains contained in tanks that I threw my brain into. That's also an option."

"I think blame goes halfsies on this one," Milla says.

"Halfsies," Sasha agrees wearily. "But I'm still going to burn that damn tumblr."

Milla made an agreeing noise and descended upon him, grabbing each shoulder in a firm but gentle grip. Raz fought against his age-old hatred of meeting eyes to try and show he was paying attention as she spoke. "Now, Raz, darling, you've had a stressful couple of days. How are you faring emotionally?"

Raz felt himself grimace. There wasn't a good answer to that one. It was kind of a jumble of things. Excited. Nervous. A bit scared of talking to his dad after this. Really hungry. Really sleepy. Still pretty mind-blown about having a girlfriend.

"I think I'm doing about average for the situation," he answered truthfully. "I think I'll be taking a break from meat, though. Not really invested in ribs after using them like trapeze, you know?"

Milla frowned. "I'm so sorry you had to do that. If only Olly hadn't blown the asylum, maybe we-"

"Oh, no," Raz interrupted. "That was Boyd."

"Boyd?" Milla asked.

"Boyd?" muttered Sasha, pacing like the name itself was a mystery.

"Boyd," he agreed. "He was a security guard, sort of. He's also a milkman. Well, he was. Then he started throwing milk-laced molotov cocktails in the name of vigilante justice."

Sasha rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I am. So lost. Is this childhood imagination? Are we engaging in storytime?"

"What? No! I learned clairvoyance in his mind, see?" Raz focused, feeling his third eye open. Milla edged back a bit, surprised. "Agent Vodello... do you really see me as an infant?" he asked, hurt.

Milla made so-so noises and shrugged. "Don't take it personally, darling, I feel that way about everyone younger than me. Was this Boyd a psychic too? Did he teach you?"

"Nah. I figured it out so I could find out where the milkman was."

"You said he was the milkman, darling," Milla said, just as Sasha breathed; "Amazing. Using deductive reasoning to figure out such a complex power."

"He is. It's a little hard to explain. Wanna see what else I can do now?"

Epic ladies who definitely shouldn't be in charge of kids but are anyway and are def teaching them crimes (my friends have this joke that "Chili learned to accept others into her heart, the children learned how to steal and tax evasion.")

Hi there! Glad to help the English-speaking fandom, but please note that Qi Xiaotian’s name isn’t Qi. His name is Xiaotian because Chinese names are structured with family names before given ones.