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[nachtsoklein]

HILFE

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for fanfic requests, i'm a sucker for tiny! virgil (in a g/t sense) or virgil angst of any kind...

im gonna focus on the "virgil angst of any kind" part of this ask because I don't know enough about that to write it and also ive been itching to post this story somewhere vampire au, blood, minor character death

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12 days, 12 murders, the news reporters and mothers on facebook were losing their minds. But in one mansion, one on the outside of town that had been there for nearly hundreds of years, there were 3 men who weren't worried. well , at least not abot the things everyone else was worried about. 

“12.” roman said, pacing the livingroom back and forth, throwing the newspaper onto the coffee table, the headline “12th murder victim found- when will the violence end?!” was circled in red ink. “12 people found dead, and there will only be more. Logan how long can we let this go on?!” 

Patton wrung his hands nervously from his spot on the couch. He was just as nervous as roman, and yet logan was only frowning down at the ink on the morning paper he had yet to get his hands on. 

“It is not our place to intervene roman, we are not the local law enforcement, and we have no proof your hypothesis is correct. Figuratively speaking, we have no choice but to be ‘sitting ducks’ “ logan had a frown on his face that looked as if it was carved into his skin a thousand years ago. He reached forward and looked closer at the paper, romans ink covering it, circled lines and arrows dirtying the pages and seeping through to the other side. On the top corner roman had attached the headline from nearly 90 years ago. “17 dead” the headline screamed at him, mirroring the words on the paper from today.

“Look! The paper from when we found patton. they are EXACTLY the same! Logan. There another one of us out there” pattons face went flush as he looked away from the papers in logan's hand. 17 days alone and suffering with only one thought on his head. “Hungry” 

He always felt hot spikes of shame through his gut when he remembered those days.

“And the same thing when you found me. There's some kid out there who needs our help logan” roman pleaded Logan stayed classic. Half of logan's conversations happened through looks, not words. It was infuriating. 

“Maybe he's right lohan…. People are dying” patton mumbled, hands shaking as he pulled his mug up to his mouth. He didn't need to drink, not anymore, but it made him feel human, and eternity was too long to give up hot chocolate. Logan kneaded his temples like he was tired of dealing with them, the classic frown pulled over his face, one that meant roman and patton had won

“fine. “

Hungry. Need to eat need to drink. It hurts. Virgil pulled his hood up over his head and ducked between the streetlights and alleys, he was in the bad part of town but it didn't matter, he was the most dangerous thing in the shadows tonight. In a shop, an old woman was sweeping the floors, a couple was loudly having an argument with a window open, and in the alleyway, there was a man nearly twice virgil's size on his way home. 

Something in virgil lost all control. He was so hungry, in so much pain, and this man could take away that pain, and he didn't have a choice. Virgil pounced, taking the man down with hardly more than a shove, and before the man could make a sound, virgil's small fangs sunk into the man's neck. 

13. 

“Do you smell that?” roman asked patton, gripping the sleeve of his cat hoodie he had shoved on when the rain began. “Blood. Fresh human blood. Hes near” pattons face grimace. He was the youngest in the group, and despite being nearly 118, the smell of blood was sweet and nearly made him weak at the knees. Stay strong pat, he mumbled logans words to himself, the ones he had repeated countless times, your more than this.  Roman pulled him down to a street, texting logan where they were before laying around one last corner. The smell of blood was intoxicating. His hands were shaking with want a little voice in his head still spitting that desire had tried so hard to beat down. Logan had no hesitation when they caught up to them, walking straight into the alley before stopping. The boy was crying. 

“What the fuck did i do” virgil thought to himself, looking down at the body on the hard ground, his blood covered virgils face and clothes. He rocked himself back and forth. His ears throbbed, straining to hear anything that wasn't virgil's own heart racing. Maybe that wasn't what he was hearing, he was pretty sure his heart had stopped doing that nearly 2 weeks ago. 

He was a horrible person, this man was just trying to live his life, he probably worked in one of the nearby shops, maybe he had a family, virgil would never get to know. He was killed for being in the wrong place, at the wrong time, and it was all his fault. But the pain in his stomach had gone away, and he felt good. Full. 

Sobs wracked his body, and then there was a hand on his shoulder. 

 A frightened boy whipped his head around, shining bright red eyes into logans black ones. His face was dripping with blood, and tear tracks streamed down his face. A new one. He couldn't be older than 18. 

“Shit..” logan hissed, motioning for the others to come closer, “he's just a kid” he squatted down beside the boy, pulling out a handkerchief and wiping down his face. He was frozen stiff, terrified and shaking he let this stranger wipe down his face of the blood. 

"I'm sorry" he cried "I didn't.. I didnt mean to. I was just so hungry and he was right here and" sobbs racked through his body. Tears mixed with the blood in his face before both were cleaned off by Logan. 

"I know kid it's okay." He mumbled, trying his best to comfort the tiny murderer infornt of him "you're safe now, we got you"

“Who are you?” he asked quietly in between sobs. 2 weeks ago maybe the remark would have been said with a little more venom than genuine hope. Logan shoved the handkerchief into his pocket on his trench coat, straightening his posture and offering a hand to virgil to stand. 

“Logan. This is patton, and roman, and you are?” he quirked an eyebrow at the teen, staring down at him like he was a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.. 

“Virgil..” he said quietly “I'm sorry.. i .. “ his voice began to shake again, his shoulders hunching in on himself'' I didn't mean to hurt him… -” the man in the cat hoodie stepped forward cutting him off with a small shush

“I know honey. Listen things are gonna be okay, we got you.” he smiled wearily, pointedly keeping his eyes on virgil, and not the body beside him. 

“Patton, roman, you two get rid of the body, i'll take virgil home.” logan ordered, begging to push the kid away from the gruesome scene before catching patton and romans faces. Pattons knuckles were white, gripping onto romans arm with a scrunched up pained face. 

“I can't” he said smally “ I don't trust myself” 

Logan looked between them and shoved virgil forward “fine. Go get him cleaned up, ill take this myself” he hoisted the body onto his shoulder, it was significantly lighter without its blood, and leapt onto a building, before running off to dump the body in some woods or body of water. 

Romans arm wrapped around the boy, guiding him back to the mansion at the edge of the town.

The sun would be  up soon.  

13. There had been 13 murders in 13 days.

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Tagged by: @frecklydork !!!!Thank you!!! I love these

Nicknames: Jay is my name but I also go by JayJay, and some of my F/Os get to call me Sparkle Face (and by some right now its only Bill) but Im down for most nicknames!!! If I ever dont like one Id let you know. Nicknames make me feel special!

Zodiac Sign: Im a Sag! (I cant ever spell it) and besides all the tests that are liek YOU ARE SO HORNY MY GUY AND SEXUAL its 100% me. I am just, really Ace outside of fictional characters. But Im creative, and stubborn and full of LOVE!!!!

Height: I am 5′ 10″ !!! if I remember not to slouch. I am, very tall. i always have been, since I was a little kid. 

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw baby!!!!! Im more on the creative, Luna Lovegood side of the house, and I love it!!! I also dabble in hufflepuff but I find more home and comfort in Ravenclaw. 

Last thing I googled: It was actually Ringmaster Raven. I havent gotten to him yet in Poptropica but I had to look him up for.... research. 

Favorite musicians: Currently its Steam Powered Giraffe. I got WAY back into them recently. I also really love Marianas Trench!!! I love a lot more music but those are the main two I can think of that I listen to like ALL of their music.

Song stuck in my head: uuuuh I’m listening to Game Grumps right now so I don’t have a song in my head, but recently at work I get Over the Moon by SPG stuck in my head as well as Hold Me from SPG. 

Following: 499. I didn’t even realize I was 1 away from 500!!! Whose gunna be 500??????

Followers: On this blog? 10, buts its new. On my Main account (starscream-squarepants) I have 253

Amount of sleep: I uh, try to get 8. Its usually way more or way less. I either sleep forever if I dont have tiem sensitive plans or I have something to do thats times and I sleep for like 5-6 hours. 

Dream job: God I don’t even know anymore. I went to school for animation and illustration and thats my dream but like, what part? Idealy I would work freelance and start my own comic/show/book but, I dont know. Im scared. 

Dream trip: God, a trip around the world, hitting all the major stops. Pyramids, big ben, tokyo, EVERYWHERE

Instruments: I haven’t played in a while but I used to play the violin. I wanna learn the piano. I also sing, I joke that I play the throat. 

Languages: English and very minimal conversation ASL. I have been able to help deaf customers at work and that always feels cool! I wanna learn more, I only took 2 semesters of ASL in college. 

Favorite Songs: Fuck I have SO MANY. Since SPG is all i listen to right now I will list my top songs from them right now. Which ARE Hold Me, I Don’t Have a Name For It, Only Human, Photographic Memories, Red Queen, Brass Goggles, Me and My Baby (Saturday Nights)  uh from Marianas Trench its Fallout, all 3 parts to Masterpiece Theatre, Suspending Gravity and most showtunes man. 

Aesthetic: god I am so bad at aesthetics. I got asked once in college by my professor what an example of an aesthetic was and my answer was “Pastel Skeletons” and she just kinds paused, and looked arounf the room and then went “/Anyone else/?”. So Ill try. I like adventures in the woods, faerie circles, elven cities. Tree houses, fire places, fire pits, smores. The air after the rain, the grey in the sky after a storm. Being curled up on a large recliner, feet off the the side on the seat, wrapped in a blanket and cradling a warm cup of tea while rain gently hits the window. Abandoned buildings and amusement parks, run over with plants. Adventure, comfort, warmth.  I also love neon, a quiet rave with glowsticks. 

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[thebirdandhersong]

little bandstand moments I cry over at 2 in the morning

(I mean. I cry over all of it but I’m trying to pinpoint specific parts)

donny’s constant drive and impatient, energetic, restless energy. he just keeps going and going and going and he doesn’t let himself slow down or all the memories and feelings just crash down on him, and the band learns to see it, and julia sees it too. it comes off as maybe aggressive at the start but it really becomes clear to her that constant activity is his way of coping

“you know any other guys? who served, but young, good looking? like us?” and ALL of ‘i know a guy’. it makes me super excited. donny is gathering the gang and I’m excited.

jimmy’s plaid pants and his bow ties I LOVE him

davy’s jokes and his shakespeare (oh gosh I love him)

“it’s a B FLAT TRUMPET”

the contrast between the obnoxiously cheerful ‘just like it was before’ and donny’s charged ‘finally home and finally safe and finally free’ in ‘i know a guy’

remembering that every single actor in the donny nova band had played their respective instrument in school/earlier in life and spent many hours learning how to play it again in preparation for bandstand.... and all of them KILLED IT

the fact that corey cott practiced piano for, like, 3 hours a day for half a year (I think ? feel free to correct me) after not playing for 15 years, so that he could play PIANO (JAZZ PIANO) EIGHT TIMES A WEEK FOR BANDSTAND IN FRONT OF A LIVE AUDIENCE. the dedication astounds me

the fact that he wasn’t even NOMINATED despite this, and the tremendous heart and soul he put into bringing donny to life ?? 

oh yeah and the ‘ghosts’ hanging around all the band members... shadowing them and mimicking their every move.... that’s incredible imagery and it Hurts

and the ghosts that push donny’s piano. (that scene keeps me UP AT NIGHT)

ugh the stinging commentary on how hollywood/the media/entertainment often takes serious matters like war and simplifies it, or romanticises it, or tries to tell stories about it that they don’t understand/don’t belong to them/can’t be tied up in a pretty ribbon.......

“I just wanna know what happened” “and what do you think that will get you?” “sleeping through the night? closing a chapter?” OW

all the emotions julia goes through in ‘who i was’

june adams being supportive and loving and hilarious,,, being the best mama :’) (and the paprika..... bless her heart......)

johnny saying he has to transpose (on the DRUMS klsJ:FLK )

“sHE DOESN’T REMEMBER THE BRIDGE”

“kick it up, davy” “ugh, thank God”

the lyrics in ‘first steps first’, ESPECIALLY ‘”starting is daunting, too... trusting is something new... fearful your luck will be reversed, but I have a feeling I’d steady you if you tried"

All of ‘breathe’. everyone being fed up with each other, “it’s a good thing you’re one of the best, because putting up with you is an endurance test”, “I look to my left, I look to my right, and see other guys who fight the same fight, and during those few short hours of the day, the noise in my head goes away” IM CRYING

johnny’s little dance with julia !!

laura osnes’s voice in ‘love will come and find me again’. I have weirdly sensitive ears but she could belt full-volume right into my ears and I’d thank her 

davy when julia asks if he could give up alcohol and he says “I owe it to myself to try” with a smile that isn’t quite a smile and I just want to give all of them a hug can I not

nick needs a hug too. he really needs a hug

also WAYNE WRIGHT i just want that man to be happy. he’s so stressed the entire musical (I mean. honestly they all are) and I was genuinely stressed for him when he was cleaning his gun 

I get emotional every single time we hear the drums and then ‘there is a train’ like. please. this musical has conditioned my tear ducts to react immediately to certain phrases and I can no longer think about trains without getting choked up

‘RIGHT THIS WAY’ IS A MASTERPIECE AND YOU CAN FIGHT ME ON THIS

I’VE BAWLED MY WAY THROUGH EVERY SINGLE TIME I’VE LISTENED TO THIS SONG

COREY COTT’S PERFORMANCE IN THIS SONG ALONE DESERVES ITS OWN REWARD

THE EMOTIONS!!!!! the wonder (grand central station!!), determination, the anger, the desperate hope, the understanding of everyone’s pain and how they’ve waited for so long and how they want things to be right and good again and how they CAN DO THIS and they can make things right and good again

“right this way. we’ve reserved this just for you. you’ve been waiting for this day. it’s the least that we can do. let me take your bags my friend. you’ve been carrying those far too long. troubled times are at an end, and we’re waiting to hear a song” this is the part where I have to stop cooking or sweeping or whatever and take a Breather because my chest is starting to hurt and the CHORD PROGRESSIONS make me OVERWHELMED

“YOU’VE ARRIVED AT LAST, MY FRIEND. YOU’VE BEEN FIGHTING FOR FAR TOO LONG. AFTER BUNKS ON CARGO SHIPS, AFTER TRENCHES IN THE RAIN, AFTER RUNNING FOR COVER WHILE DODGING THE FLACK, AND THREE MONTHS AND EIGHT MONTHS TO FIGHT MY WAY BACK” COREY’S VOICE IN THOSE LINES MAKES ME JUST. BREAK DOWN

and then everyone joining together at the end. oh my heart. that’s a fantastic way to end act 1

julia’s iconic upside-down singing in ‘nobody’

julia playing ukulele in ‘i got a theory’ and donny and julia improvising together and the TRANSITION into the song 

johnny’s Incredible Math Skills

oliver being super not-subtle trying to help the donny nova band

“WE LOVE YOU CLEVE-LAAAND”

johnny saying he’s lucky because he doesn’t remember :(

the fact that julia has gone through So much and, from her point of view, has every right to quit the band after learning about how michael died, but looks at donny and the other boys and sees the pain they’ve gone through and the pain they’re still in, and she writes that POEM and she puts all her love and her pain into the words. and she looks at donny and she wishes she could take his pain away and I just. I JUST WANT A GOOD NIGHT’S REST

the piano in the first ‘welcome home’ and donny singing it for the first time and when the instruments all come in 

oliver giving them the tickets and everyone getting super excited and donny was crying and I was crying

‘this is life’. that’s all I got for you. all the Emotion and the harmonies. this song HURTS

(I love that they say that things in real life take time..... and that romance(TM) doesn’t solve all, the way it seems to do in movies)

wayne saying that julia and donny deserve all the happiness in the world

“this is life, with the craziness of, the reality of, the necessity of being madly in love with you” THANKS!!!!!!!! NOW I’M CRYING AGAIN

all of ‘welcome home (finale)’ is just. *chef’s kiss* I think about the fact that the band has probably never heard the original lyrics and their reactions are their first-time reactions and I just... I love julia trojan okay???? I just love her and I love how she tries to love them all and I love that she stands on that stage and FIGHTS FOR THEM ALL with her voice. it’s a love song, it’s a battle cry, it’s julia saying, “and I stand here, helpless, my arms extended, knowing full well, darling, your war’s not ended. WELCOME HOME”

there’s a thousand more things but i’ve tired myself out with just this list. bandstand is a fantastic musical and I would (and could, and will) cry over it again. I haven’t even mentioned the INCREDIBLE music and the choreography and the lighting and the sound effects when donny has a flashback/a panic attack and the respect and the consideration and care the cast put into accurately portraying PTSD and the veterans’ experience post-WW2 and the costumes. it’s such a beautiful work of art and i just love it so much :’)