So, Iron Lung, amiright??

For a debut film, what a goddamn knock-out performance from the entire cast and crew involved in working on this BEAST of a film!!

This is definitely the most time I've spend creating an art piece, but this movie warranted and even encouraged me to slow down and pour out my heart into this! And just like the movie, this was a collaborative effort, with the final rendering being done by my absolutely astounding wife @taigafore!!

There's not much I can say that hasn't already been said, but I will say this; thank you to every single person, from the actors to the caters, for bringing this movie to life, it was a joy to watch and dissect, and I cannot wait to see what comes next!!

Also! Enjoy these progress shots below the cut!

Friendship is all Jim Kirk can expect from his First Officer, for a plethora of reasons. However much that might hurt, he’ll take whatever he can get, so long as Spock is in his life. But just at the moment that it seems even friendship might be too much to ask for, the two of them are gifted with a temporary responsibility that neither ever expected. A responsibility far more personal than ship and crew, and one that forces them together just as it seems like they are falling apart. Still, the clock is ticking, and as time goes by, the thought of letting go becomes an impending reality that feels impossible to bear.

In the end, they are only theirs to borrow.

‘Do you think anyone’s guessed?’

Jim felt Spock’s lips curve into a smile as they brushed over his temple, his head shaking slowly.

‘Not as far as I am aware. And given the rate at which personal information tends to be, ah, conveyed around the Enterprise, I think it is safe to say that we remain undiscovered.’

Izuku gritted his teeth looking at a customer who clearly wanted to change his money. Usually, he didn’t care, but he just sat down and his cash register wasn’t so full of money. He forced a smile and took the hated paper to gave odd money wishing a good day. 

From the side, he heard loud laughing making him cringe. He turned to see his best friend laughing at him without even covering his mouth. If only he didn’t stand so close to the cash manager! Bakugou waved and left to his own work leaving him to the mercy of... Customers. 

Life isn’t fair. Izuku always knew it. From the start, he was forced to see that if he won't be aggressive and full of himself he will die. He didn’t die, but he wouldn’t call himself a healthy and happy person. Sometimes he just feels like he missed his chances to be someone. And now he was nobody. 

“When you gonna finish?” Katsuki came to him the moment that the manager left to see other cashiers. 

“Around 5 p.m.” 

Izuku looked at the blond expecting him to say something more but he only got a soft smile as an answer. He sighed realizing that once again their shifts weren’t the same. 

“I will wait for you. I gonna go to the bookstore.”

Katsuki kissed him on the cheek and went back to work clearly content with Izuku’s answer. 

***

“I hate people.” Izuku grunted opening the door of his small black car. 

“It was so bad?” Katsuki sat next to him holding their bags.

“It just... Sometimes I don’t know how to react to some things. Like today there was a family. A mother who did all the work with shopping and the only thing she got for her sons and father was mocking laugh and nasty comments that their shopping cost like her salary. Like how that even possible?”

“What an assholes. You should just hit them!”

“And lose my work? Are you mad? It just... I’m really bad at social stuff.” He sighed tiredly. 

“Let’s go. I gonna make you something good at home.” The blond smiled softly caressing Izuku’s cheek. 

“You’re so out of character.” Deku laughed quietly starting a car. He drove his car towards the road to their home wishing only for warm blanket and tea. “It feels like we swapped personalities.” 

Katsuki didn’t answer. He just looked at the view at the window. A few years ago it was him who cursed and screamed at the world in general but if he wanted to save Deku he needed to change. He needed to kick his aggression out and keep cool. 

“Maybe in another life I gonna be more an angry boy and you gonna be a walking cinnamon roll.”

Izuku looked at him as if Katsuki lost his mind. He shook his head not believing that there could be a world...A life where he would be a hero who would die protecting humans, that he would believe in their goodness. 

“No way.” 

The sun was slowly disappearing from their sight painting sky into colors that focused on orange and purple. The small black car turned right into the road to the suburbs. 

***

The car stopped in front of a yellow house. Shiba Inu sat on the steps watching them closely. Waiting for a moment of attack. Two men got out from the car laughing at some joke that they share a few moments before. The dog decided that it was a perfect moment for his action. 

Katsuki went ahead leaving Deku on the mercy of their dog who jumped and licked his owner with wild love. 

“K-ka-kac-cchan!!” Izuku screamed happily trying to push off shiba from his chest. 

“See you in the next life Deku.” Bakugou waved before he disappeared in the inside. “Hello, Auntie Inko.” 

“Katsuki-kun! You are back! Izuku is with you?”

“He is trying to survive Mighty attack.” 

Inko laughed standing up to prepare some dinner but Katsuki put his hand on her shoulder stopping her. 

“I will do it. No worries. Besides I promised the nerd I will make him something good.” 

Inko smiled warmly at him feeling blessed that her son has such a good friend who will take care of him.

“I survived!” Izuku ran into the house with a big smile dropping on a chair.”Hey mom!”

Inko smiled closing her notebook where she wrote down her son's moods.

“Welcome back.” 

Prompt 19: “Ew, that is so sappy, I might vomit”

Warnings: None Note: I used one of my favorite movie scenes in terms of sappy for this, but I think it’s a cute little moment. Also, not sure why I’m feeling so Prinxiety tonight, but oh well. 

Virgil came down the stairs to get a glass of water before bed. Uncharacteristically, he was going to go to bed at a normal hour for once, or at least that was the intention. He had been keeping Thomas up late so much recently, that while he enjoyed spending time with the internet sensation, he was starting to feel a bit guilty about it and deemed a night off needed.

The other three were in the living room, watching another movie. They had invited Virgil to join them, as always, but when he found out it was Rom Com night, he bowed out. No need to watch that nonsense.

He was surprised that the movie they settled on specifically was Enchanted. In the end, he shouldn’t have been too surprised; it was the most fitting to the three personality types that were watching it. Robert’s refusal to accept the fairytale idea was very much of a Logan mentality, Patton taking the idealistic nature of Giselle to heart. And come on, there is literally a prince running around Times Square and a dragon that they fight; could anything be more Roman than that?

After getting a glass of water, Virgil stopped by to see where they were in the movie. Robert approached the dazzling Giselle, both dressed like royalty from the other’s home, as the music started to play. He offers her his hand, “Shall we?”

She takes it, shyly, gracefully. He leads her to the middle of the dance floor where they start to dance, slowly, looking into one another’s eyes. They move seamlessly with the rest of the guests on the floor, weaving their way back and forth as their eyes never stray from one another. Virgil gets swept up into it, his mind running away with dreams of the situation. He, dancing in the ballroom, wrapped up in the arms of the one he longs for though, but couldn’t have.

Robert starts singing along with the music as he pulls Giselle into his arms, tenderly keeping her close. Virgil’s mind replaces Robert with his own Prince, sighing at the idea of the two of them having a moment together, where it was just the two of them much like it was in the movie.

The moment is interrupted as Nancy says, “Mind if I cut in?”

Roman and Patton both let out a sigh, sad to see the moment ruined for the duo on screen.

Virgil shook his head, coming back to reality. “Ew, that is so sappy. I might vomit,” Virgil says as he remembers himself. He wasn’t supposed to be romantic. He wasn’t supposed to want his friend that way. Things were fine.

“Oh Virgil,” Patton laughed. “You know you like it.”

“Nah, this is why I like Black Cauldron. No sappy puppy eyes in that movie.”

“Well, the pig in it sure has puppy eyes,” Roman quipped. “Now hush, we’re just getting to the best part.”

Virgil sighed, shaking the last of the dream from his mind. He went to head up the stairs before he was interrupted with Roman asking, “Are you sure you don’t want to join us?”

Virgil froze, unsure of what to say. I mean, yeah this wasn’t his type of movie. But if it meant that much to Roman….

Prompt: It’s always been you

Warning: this is not sappy dont ask how i can turn sappy into this shitfest because i dont know either

Note: im not really satisfied with this but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i tried

***

“Hey partn- whoa! Who’s that you’re texting?”

Startled, Souji swiftly snapped his flip-phone shut. He had been dating for a few months now and they were planning on spending some time together. Wanting to protect his girlfriend, they decided that it’s best to keep their relationship a secret for the time being. “It’s nothing Yosuke, why’d you call me?”

“That’s not important, were you texting a girl? Who is she?” It was clear that Yosuke noticed Souji’s peculiar behaviour as the calm and collected Souji was actually blushing mildly and fidgeting as if he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t have done. Anticipating for his partner’s reply, he knew it wouldn’t disappoint since Souji is never a letdown.

“Yeah it’s a girl. An underclassman,“ Souji replied vaguely. Yosuke was quick to read the situation and sensing a hint of secrecy in Souji’s response it was obvious that Souji wasn’t telling him the entire truth. Choosing to respect his partner’s decision and to stop himself from prying too much, Yosuke merely nudged Souji and congratulated him with his trademark wink as well as supporting him with a ‘go get ‘em partner.’ Souji beamed with a warm genuine smile and promised that he tell him the details some other time.

Yosuke left the classroom and headed straight home. Who cares about Junes at this point? He’d probably just ask Teddie to fill in for him for today with an excuse of not feeling well, it’s not entirely a lie anyway.

Tossing his bag aside and slumping into his chair, all Yosuke could do was sigh. His partner has always been popular with the ladies and it was just natural that he would have a girlfriend right? There was so many girls for him to choose from he could practically date all of them and it wouldn’t surprise him. Surprise... was this surprising to him? No. The brunette saw this coming from miles away, the only despicable thing about it was there was nothing he could do to stop it. It’s not like he was a cute and attractive girl that could flirt her way into Souji’s heart or anything. Even if he was a girl he wouldn’t stand a chance against natural beauties like Yukiko or Rise.

There was no other choice but to admit that he had already lost before he even began trying. Nobody likes you, you’re a disappointment the moment you open your mouth. How delusional must you be to think that your feelings for him would ever be reciprocated? His thoughts began speaking so loud to the point where his gut-wrenching sobs can no longer be heard.

Yosuke stared blankly at the ceiling with tears trickling down his cheeks. Excruciating mental images of his best friend pursuing his own happiness torments him without mercy. Feeling thoroughly fatigued of putting up a cheerful facade, Yosuke muttered dejectedly before drifting to a restless, nightmare-inducing slumber.

“Souji...you’re our calm and intelligent leader that we trust with our lives, there was no way you couldn’t have known right? Surely you must have noticed that for me.. it’s always been you... only you...

..

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"Damus—" Reign scolded softly.