#and your wit and personality and creativity never fail to brighten my day

[cactuslester]

phil lester: then ⤐ now

happy 37th birthday @amazingphil!!!

[pallastrology]

🥀 astro notes: moon sign edition 🥀

aries moons can make for some of the best friends. they’re honest, protective, loyal and funny. i have two aries moon friends, and i know they’re friends for life! they never fail to brighten up my day and bring joy into my life. i love their sense of adventure too, they’re wonderful people to go on trips with.

taurus moons can get a reputation for being lazy or having a cushy upbringing, but they’re a lot more hardworking than some people think. the taurus moons in my life are dedicated, passionate and inspiring with their diligence and determination to achieve their goals. i know they’re stubborn at times, but the flip side of it is that they’re loyal, trustworthy and patient.

gemini moons like to live on the lighter side of life. they’re fun, always in the know, and a breath of fresh air to be around. on the other hand, they understand anxiety and overthinking, and they’re good listeners too. they don’t take quiet periods personally, and are always ready for a long chat and coffee, or going on a reading date.

cancer moons are sweet, nurturing and honest. they aren’t always super loud about how they feel, but they can’t hide their emotions. they want their loved ones to feel safe, and being around a cancer moon is like being wrapped in a fluffy blanket and given a mug of hot chocolate. they’re also very quick-witted and protective of their loved ones.

leo moons are so nourishing to be around. they love life, and everyone in it, and this radiates off of them like warm summer sunlight. being with a leo moon is like bathing in a healing spring, you come away feeling fresh and warm and strong. they are so much fun too, up to try new things, be a bit silly and appreciate the pretty things in life.

virgo moons are possibly the most caring of all the moon signs. they are nurturing, thoughtful and hardworking, and will stop at nothing to make sure you’re having a nice time when you’re with them. giving, domestic and proud, they love to spoil their loved ones, and like to plan out special occasions to celebrate them. they’re also great to grab a cup of tea and have a gossip with!

libra moons are some of the kindest people i’ve had the pleasure of meeting. they’re considerate and reflective, self-aware and deeply caring. i love their intelligence, and how they can read social situations easily. they’re patient, charming and truly sweet-natured. it’s so easy to spend the day talking with them, and they have a sharp sense of style too!

scorpio moons are a lot sweeter than given credit for, once they let you in. they are deeply protective and not easily trusting, but when they do allow themselves to open up, you have a true friend for life in a scorpio moon. they will listen to you and reflect, and are fun to chat with, about anything. they treat you like part of the family.

sagittarius moons are so bright and open. there’s something about them that is inspiring and eye-opening, and they’re so much fun to be around too. they’re natural jokers, and don’t take life too seriously. with their stunning sense of humour, adventurous nature and intelligence, it’s hard not to love sagittarius moons. they’re always ready to go deep in discussions too, so they’re great for late night chats.

capricorn moons are so strong. they have often been through a difficult childhood and so they’ve grown up having to rely on themselves. i really admire their resourcefulness, and how they can overcome huge obstacles. underneath their tough exterior and tenacity, they are soft and sweet, and often very sad. capricorn moons would never ask for it, but they want to be loved and looked after a little bit.

aquarius moons are so invigorating to spend time with. you can come away from them feeling like a new person, and they have a habit of opening your eyes, mind and heart. they’re fun, creative and interesting people to be around, who are usually up for a challenge and like to experience all aspects of life. i love how they never lose themselves, no matter how much their world changes.

pisces moons are so gentle with you. the bond is deep and easy, and it can feel like you’re falling in love. nothing is too personal for them, and they will accept you as you are, unconditionally. pisces moons can be very emotionally intense, but they want to take care of you too. they are pure-hearted and love to be given little snippets of who you are; art, poetry, quotes, music...

[yandere-wishes]

Twisted Wonderland// Yandere!Staff//

Note that due to a lack of content to work with these characters might appear a little too identical to their Disney counterparts. Director Crowly will later either have his Oneshot or will be added to this. Bear in mind this post may be edited once the game is released. 

Warnings: Certain parts of this fanfiction may include abuse and toxic relationships

Divus Crewel

Divus is a sadistic and cruel yandere. His attraction to you was practically imidate. It could be established on simply your outwards appearance, gorgeous eyes, exquisite figure, full lips. Waves of lust coursed through him whenever he laid his stormy grey irises on you. To him, your beauty is not something that needs to be hidden, on the contrary Divus shall go to great lengths to flaunt your charm. Nor does he particularly wish to keep your physical appearance "safe". Lord knows that his punishments are harsh and will always leave many marks. For Divus it's more so about keeping your beauty for himself.

"My, my what a lovely little puppy you are..."

More often than not the monochrome haired man will view you as an exotic pet and he'll strut you around as such. He'll dress you in the most elaborate (and sometimes skimpy) outfits there are. All in shades of black and white with taints of red, silver or gold. Sometimes it'll be a skin-tight halter dress. Other times it could be a spotted mini flared skirt accompanied with a fitted crop top. And of course, you'll always be wearing a red collar as an extra precaution so everyone knows exactly who you belong to.

"...Know come here so I can give you a treat"

As statted before Divus is immensely sadistic, any little stunt has a very painful punishment. Most times he'll chain you up and burn you with a cigarette. Twisting the tip as you scream out for help and mercy all while your skin sizzles. He isn't above using beating you, either using a wipe or his baton. In the end, Divus might even make you thank him, depending on how creative he gets with your punishment. In his warped mind, the scars left by these punishments only make you more beautiful.

Mozus Trein

Mozus is the manipulative type, preferring to twist your thoughts and feelings instead of ever really physically hurting you. He'll spin every word that has ever escaped either of your vocal cords. Twist and mangle them into a beneficial misrepresentation for his selfish desires.

Mozus will prefer to keep you locked away somewhere secluded, most likely away from the college and all the bothersome students and nosey teachers. This will, of course, be hell for you. At first, it was the inability to move for six hours a day. Chained up in the attic with a locked door and no windows. At first, it was modifying, every little noise sent you into an agitated state. If you weren't busily panicking or failing to free yourself. You would sit down and cry and cry and cry until Mozus got back. He'd scold you for being weak but would then sit next to you wiping away your fallen tears. Cooing about how he was here know and you needn't be scared.

"(Y/N)...."

Soon you'll begin to anticipate your capture's return. Despite still getting scared of pretty much every bump, you'd try and compose yourself not wanting to look weak in front of him. You'd visually brighten up when he'd finally walk through that dreaded door, so happy and acquiescent for his company.

After he witnesses how compliant you've become he'll permit you a tiny ounce of freedom. He'll unchain you before he heads off to work. You'd still have to remain in the attic while he'd lock the door and hide the key somewhere. Once he sees that you've made no attempts to escape we'll slowly permit you to roam throughout the house in his absence.

Oh, but he'll always leave you with a large list of chores to complete before he gets back. Cooking, cleaning, laundry, etc. They must all be done perfectly and in six hours. If even the slightest mistake is made you're back to being chained up in the attic. Mozus is a smart man, he knows the more your mind is preoccupied with day to day tasks, the less likely you are to make any foolish attempts at an escape.

"....I have a job for you"

Mozus is indeed in love with you, that why he tries to keep you compliant and by his side. You're safe here, sure you don't see it know and probably hate him for robbing you of your precious freedom. But in due, you'll see his ways and will love him for all he's done for you.

Ashton Vargas

Ashton is very picky when it comes to dating anybody, sure women constantly throw themselves at his feet but really what's the point? Those women may be attractive but their also needy and demand constant attention. Ashton has a very hard time devoting much time to anyone else but himself. If he's in some form of a committed relationship with anyone then they would have to be able to stand on their own two feet and give him space.

So it shouldn't be such a huge revelation that he somehow begins to find the quite girl somewhat attractive. The narcissistic man will soon begin to obsess over someone other than himself.

He'll follow you around, trying to remain out of sight. It's difficult not really, his rather...buffy to be well hidden. He'll practically fall in love with everything you do. The way you're off in your little world oblivious to everything around you. The way there is a certain glid every step you take as if your walking on puffy clouds.

Ashton will talk to you, boast and gloat about practically everything. His looks, his strength, his charming persona. I'm sure you can imagine the vigorous punch it'll be when you show indifference to him. You might not even say anything, yet he knows that you don't care.

"Oh, love..."

This will cause the Night raven PE teacher to go into a frenzy of sorts. His attention won't be constantly on you per se... more so when he isn't thinking of himself, you occupy the better halve of his thoughts. On one particular night, Ashton will take note of the lack of attention he's been paying himself lately. A great portion of his attention is spent on you. Where are you, what are you doing, are you with someone else? The images of you with anyone other than him drove him crazy.

The kidnapping was rather unorthodox, he simply barges into your residence, breaking either a door or window in the prosses. He'd pluck you up, throwing you over his shoulder and simply walk out like everything was normal. You can scream and fight all that you want it's useless, Ashton is just way too strong.

"....You're so lucky to have me by your side"

Once Ashton has you in his grasp things will slowly go back to normal.... as normal as things can be. His main focus will still be himself but he still notices you. He makes sure that you know he does truly care for you even if you are second best.

Sam

Sam is a sneaky manipulative yandere with certain protective qualities. Sam doesn't really care what he has to do to gain your affection. Name your price and it shall be yours! Jewels, riches, expensive clothes, anything, anything at all! All the storekeeper asks in return is your stark love and affection.

At first, he'd lure you, by gifting you little trinkets. Than jewels followed by exquisite dresses. He'd fool you quite easily making you think that he really only has your best interest in mind. You begin to listen to him, do whatever it is he asks of you.

It starts off innocently, helping at Mr. S's Mystery Shop  -*cough* fantasy costco *cough*-  inventory, helping confused customers, etc. Then it got more personal... asking for your help with dinner, laundry, cleaning the house when he was preoccupied with the store. It was like you live there now, so when Sam "officially," asked you to move in with him you just couldn't decline...

"Don't test me (Y/N)...."

That's not true, you did dismiss the invitation at first. But then when you tried to go back to your own home, back to your family and close friends, things seemed off. Their actions were odd and sluggish. They never acknowledge you're presence, never really spoke to you either. You found yourself fleeing back to Sam's store, crying in his arms about how your loved ones did want you anymore. Shockingly, Sam was still all so kind as to let you move in with him. So kind so sweet as he'd always been.

"I have friends on the other side."

[krsnlove]

Red Dress

Notes: This is set in the Book 1 of The Royal Romance. The Ball where Liam will choose Riley 🥰. This is right after Leo and Maxwell leave Liam to be alone with Riley in the ballroom.

Inspired by Magic!’s Red Dress here.

Pairings: Liam x Riley, Drake x Olivia

Rating: PG

Tagging: @alj4890 @thecordoniandiaries @lodberg @rafasgirl23415 @texaskitten30 @penguininapinktuxedo @vickypoochoices @sirbeepsalot @cora-nova

The brooding commoner casually leaned against the back wall of the ballroom. Another borish event he had to endure. Another night of countless faces with smiles so tight one would think they were attending a botox convention.

Though he wouldn’t mind being at one right now.

Literally anywhere else but the royal palace.

Yet, here he stood with his tired gray suit and scuffed brown dress shoes watching members of the royal court in their frivolous ball attire.

The earlier conversation he had with Riley is fresh in his mind. She needed to at least be warned of the many downfalls the Cordonian royal life could bring. He loathed the idea of her changing by what came when one chose to live this life.

A decision he knew Riley would not hesitate to make if it meant being with Liam.

And Drake knew how hard his best friend had fallen for the fellow American.

“I’m in love with her,” Liam confided in him. “Fate has granted me a chance at love and I’m allowing myself to be selfish this one time.”

Drake sips on the glass of whiskey before him, reflecting on the words spoken by the man he has considered a brother for most of his life.

By the end of the night two of his best friends would become engaged. It was strange to consider a newcomer like Brooks as a close friend. Must be losing my touch, he mused.

“Drake-o!”

He turns to the familiar voice breaking his thoughts and sees Leo striding towards him with Maxwell closely behind.

“Leo,” he greets the former Prince. “Long time no see. What brings you here?”

“Everyone keeps asking me that same question. Have I been that horrible of an older brother to surprise everyone by my attending his coronation?”

“I mean you did print out fake adoption papers for Liam to find when we were younger,” Drake reminded him. Leo’s face brightened with mirth as he let out a hearty chuckle.

“Classic favorite,” Leo added.

“Or the time you put green food coloring in his toothpaste.”

Leo’s grin stretched across his handsome face. “Ah, yes. The visiting dignitaries thought he had rabies. It was quite amusing.”

“How did you do even do that as a child?! I’m all grown up--,” Maxwell began to say before Drake interrupted.

“Man-child,” he corrected.

Maxwell ignored the comment before continuing. “--Grownup, and can barely get away with anything without Bertrand catching me.”

“Bertrand sounds like Father,” Leo nodded in understanding. “You pick up on a few things after being caught so many times. You’re almost forced to become creative.”

“Any tips?,” Maxwell asked with a look of total admiration at the former Prince.

“God help us,” Drake muttered as he took another sip of his drink.

“I may have abdicated the throne but my duty to help another Cordonian in time of need is one I take seriously,” Leo said with a sincerity Drake had never seen before.

As Leo began a vivid discussion with an attentive Maxwell, Drake stared absentmindedly into space totally oblivious to the excited voices surrounding him and quietly sips his drink.

In the corner of his eye, he notices wisps of the color maroon flourishing a few feet from him. He didn’t bother to look who was dressed in the hideous shade of red.

He knew.

The one who would choose to dress in that color would be here tonight he thought grimly. His grip around the glass in hand tightened. The mere idea of the woman drove him to the brink of insanity.

The sound of her voice carries over to his ears emitting a low groan to escape his lips. It was becoming difficult to hide his contempt for her these days.

Leo stopped talking mid-sentence at the noise. Both he and Maxwell looked at Drake.

“Problem?”

Drake’s attention snapped back to the two men beside him.

“No. Just…,” words fail him until eventually he grows silent. The damned woman affected his speech too he thought bitterly. He let out a frustrated grunt before Maxwell’s whistle caught their attention.

“Olivia did not come to lose in that dress,” Maxwell said slowly nodding his head in approval.

“Little Livy isn’t so…,” Leo turned to see the red-headed Duchess, “Wow.”

Several seconds in silence pass as the two men stared at the figure Drake could sense was still standing a few feet away. With his back to her, he focused his attention to the other guests in the room.

“Good for her,” Leo finally said breaking the silence.

“She kind of scares me sometimes,” Maxwell muttered.

Leo chuckled at the comment and pats Maxwell’s shoulder in a comforting manner.

“A true Nevrakis through and through. Isn’t that right Drake?,” Leo asked as he turns back to him.

“Whatever,” Drake mumbled right before the gold-embered liquid touched his lips once again.

It isn’t long, much to Drake’s dismay, before Leo and Maxwell’s attention is back on the frivolous subject of bypassing Bertrand.

After several minutes however, the sound of Leo’s voice followed by Maxwell’s in an animated dialogue began to fade when the figure clad in the maroon colored gown crossed his line of vision.

Drake’s throat suddenly felt dry despite drinking back to back glasses of his favorite brand liquor. He pulled at the tie around his neck, loosening the knot as a result. The air suddenly felt thick in the ballroom. He looked around expecting to see Neville since the air always felt odd around that imbecile.

But no Neville in sight. Drake felt a twinge of disappointment at that.

His attention is again shifted to the figure in maroon walking across the ballroom. She seemed to glide across the marble floors. The high slit of her dress seemed to tease him with just a small peak of her porcelain skin thigh. The top of her gown wrapped her chest in a manner that highlighted her bosom leaving no room for doubt in anyone’s mind that she was no longer the young orphaned Duchess of Lythikos.

She is a woman.

And a damn good looking one at that, Drake concluded. A fact he had somehow missed this past social season. He mentally kicked himself at missing how attractive Olivia is and how her personality unmatched what his eyes is seeing tonight.

“I’m not the only one with some tips,” Leo’s voice cuts into Drake’s thoughts again, “ask Drake. He’s pulled off quite a few pranks in his day.”

Drake stared blankly at the two men beside him, each looking at him expectantly.

“Let’s hear it Drake,” Maxwell said eagerly.

Leo’s lips formed a sly smile, noticing the loose tie on Drake and the familiar look of being caught red-handed.

“Yes, let’s hear it. You have been paying attention, haven't you?,” Leo asked. Drake shot him an annoyed look.

“Listen,” Drake admitted, “I’ll be real. I haven’t processed anything for the past hour or so.” He held his glass of whiskey into the air and shook it a bit to make his point.

“A whole hour?,” Leo asked in a mocking tone. “Pray tell who has held your attention this long then?”

Before Drake can form a response, Olivia somehow looks directly at him from across the ballroom. He locks eyes with her for a moment and he could swear Olivia’s lips curved into a smile before she exited the ballroom.

Despite the hideous personality she possessed, Drake thought quietly, her smile is...nice.

“Hello? Drake?,” Maxwell’s voice broke his attention from the red-headed Duchess.

“He still isn’t processing things Maxwell,” Leo remarked. “Give him a moment.”

Drake shot back the last of his drink before setting the glass back on the table. He pulled at his tie again, this time tightening the knot and smoothed the lapels of his suit coat.

“Give it a rest Leo,” Drake told the former Prince. “I’ll see you two later.”

Maxwell and Leo stares after him as he makes his way towards the exit of the ballroom.

“That’s the same exit Olivia just used. I hope they don’t run into each other,” Maxwell observed. “My ears are still ringing from the last time they were in the same room.”

“Number one tip Maxwell, a great prank is always unexpected.”

“Should I write that down?,” he asked.

“No,” Leo replied, “But if we hurry and follow Drake and Olivia we might witness one of the greatest pranks in Cordonian history.”

[rosesisupposes]

Destined, part 19

aka Loganberry?

Character Tags: Virgil/Anixety ; Patton/Creativity ; Patton/Morality ; Logan/Logic ; Remy/Sleep ; Dante/Deceit

Chapter Pairings: Platonic Moxiety, Logicality, Prinxiety

Chapter Warnings: Virgil Swears A Lot, Remy Is A Flirt, Allusion to kidnapping

Reader Tags: @residentanchor @royally-anxious @bewarethegrammarpolice   @fellowthomassandersfander @jemthebookworm @arandompasserby  @sparkly-rainbow-salt

Summary: After centuries of acting as an oracle to heroes, quest-seekers, and villains alike, Virgil just wants to live as a normal, modern human. For someone who can see infinite probabilities, you’d think he’d know better.

<<Chapter 18 | Masterlist | Chapter 20>>

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It was a fine day, in Virgil’s opinion. The sun was out, the weather was crisp, and he’d woken up still happy with his newly-dyed hair. 

Upon his arrival to How You Brewin’, Remy had immediately latched onto his head and cooed praise over his amethyst locks. “YAASS BOI,  look at you discovering polychromatic hair! This is why you need to come to The Crypt, you would SLAY the dance floor and break all the hearts. You could follow in my glamorous footprints!”

“Glad you like it, Rem. Gonna have to pass on the danceclub heartbreak, though.”

“Fiiiine,” his boss sighed. “I’ll just have to tell them all to come here to have their hearts broken. There’s no way I’m sleeping on the business angle here, gurl. Broken heart equals party hard, it’s just math.”

Virgil flushed slightly. “I really think you’re giving me too much credit. People are not going to take one look at me and go head over heels.”

“It’s true, some might not. Not all of them can pull off heels as well as I can,” Remy nodded philosophically. “But for real, boi, look at you. You’ve got Roman, THE prettiest gay in this town, except for my lovely self of course...”

“Of course,” Virgil replied, straight-faced.

“And he was flirting with you the minute he walked through those doors! Face it. You’re hot, and it’s gonna make me money. Now go show Patton, he’ll flip if he doesn’t get to see his son’s new hair.”

Virgil went. He wasn’t sure if he was going to see Patton or running away from Remy, but either way, the bakery seemed like a safer place to be at this particular moment.

Patton was rolling out pastry when Virgil walked around the counter, but something seemed off. The pastry was stretched and too thin in some places, horribly bunched and thick in others, and the baker continued to roll without any seeming care to the inconsistencies.

“Good morning, dad.”

No response. Virgil was so surprised he almost walked into a bench. He carefully waved a hand in front of the baker’s face. “Pat? You okay, buddy?”

Patton finally noticed and snapped to attention. He smiled at Virgil, but it was overly wide and appeared strained. “Hey kiddo! I’m just fine and dandy! Just another day in the life as your happy-pappy Patton! Can I get you anything? Some snacks? A muffin? Let me know!”

“Patton. Something’s going on. What’s up?”

“The roof! Also the sky!”

Virgil groaned. “Patton, I know something is wrong. You’re not yourself today. You don’t need to pretend you’re okay if you’re not.”

The baker’s smile trembled. “Virgil, you sweet and sour shadowling, I appreciate your concern. I will be fine!”

“Pat-”

“That was a lie, nothing will ever be fine!” Patton suddenly burst out, diving at Virgil for a desperate hug.

“Hey, it’s okay, what’s wrong?”

“Love has failed me!” cried the baker’s muffled voice.

Virgil pulled Patton up from where the shorter man had lodged himself at his waist. “Pat, are you hurt? What happened?”

“Logan hasn’t texted me back!”

Virgil stared, trying to not roll his eyes. That was it? “Patton, I didn’t even know you had his number! How long has it been?”

Patton sniffed. “I got his number two days ago after you asked us for advice, and for a full day we were texting back and forth. He texts like he’s writing for a genetics journal, but he was responding so quickly until I asked if he wanted to go on a date tonight and he just stopped responding and now he’s avoiding the whole bakafé!”

“Okay, I’m aware I’m not the best at positive thinking, but don’t you think there are alternative explanations for this? Maybe he got called away on fieldwork, or had a family emergency. Or you asked him out, his brain went all ‘Windows Error.exe’ and he threw his phone into the sink.”

Patton looked at Virgil oddly. “Why would he do that to his phone? Is that something that happens normally?”

“Well, no, but I almost did that when Roman texted me the first time,” Virgil muttered, blushing.

“OhhHHHhh that is so cute!” Patton squealed, brightening. “You’re right, kiddo. I shouldn’t focus on only the worst possibilities. Thanks for taking care of your silly old dad.”

“Anytime, Padre. And you’re not silly, you’re just relentlessly positive. You know I appreciate that, except for when you’re covering up your own feelings. Did you need any help with the pastry before I go back to Remy?”

Patton finally noticed the mess on his bench. “Oh my powdered donuts! This is useless. Oh well, guess I’ll need to re-laminate and start again. I won’t keep you here for that, kiddo, it’s pretty tedious. You go take something from the hot case for yourself, though. You’re not avoiding Remy, are you?”

“I won’t be once he stops threatening to make money off my hair.”

Patton’s eyes suddenly flew up and widened. “VIRGE! YOUR HAIR! Congrats on the cool colorful crown!”

Virgil snickered. “Thanks, Pat. I thought you might appreciate it. And it’s all thanks to Talyn for their help with choosing a color and making it actually look good.”

“Hmm, the purple though… that gives me a peri-twinkling of an idea! The pastry dough will have to wait - I need to go bake something. Thank you again, Virgil. You’re my favorite son!”

After the lunch rush, Virgil wandered back to the bakery. Roman had the day off, so had yet to come in, and Virgil was bored.

Patton was putting the finishing touches on a new display of muffins. A chalk sign proclaimed these were a new variety of Jam-Packed Muffins, filled with a jelly that was a made from a hybrid fruit of blackberry and raspberry.

“‘Loganberry’ muffins? Wow, I am really feeling the cuteness welling up inside me. Or maybe that’s vomit,” Virgil drawled.

Patton just grinned. “That’s why I have the scientific name of the berries here as well. It’s not pandering if it’s science!”

“We both know it’s extra pandering if it’s science. Actually, has he come in yet? I haven’t seen him.”

Patton wouldn’t meet the other man’s eyes, instead fiddling with the sign and adding extra flourishes with his bright purple chalk. “I… haven’t seen him. Or gotten a text yet. Wouldn’t his phone be fixed by now, if that was the issue?”

“Pat, it’ll be okay - I’m still sure he’s not trying to turn you down. You didn’t see how nervous he was about talking to you. My whole first week here was a never-ending parade of watching him try to be subtle about checking you out. He’s just bad at words.”

Patton sighed, and smiled weakly. “You’re right. I’m trying to not worry.”

The café bell rang, and Virgil looked over at the door. His face lit up as he saw Roman rolling in, auburn hair mussed from the wind outside.

Patton giggled as Virgil practically sprinted back to the café counter.

“Hello, you,” Roman drawled. Virgil felt an involuntary shiver. It was just not fair how attractive this man was. Maybe Remy had a point - if someone as gorgeous as Roman was in any way attracted to him, maybe his looks weren’t as blah as he’d assumed.

“...hey,” he managed to squeak out. “So, uh. Does it still look okay in person? My hair, I mean?”

“It is positively iridescent, my delightful macchi-hot-to. Oh, also, can you you make macchiatos? I learned about this new drink that I’m just jazzed to try.”

“Yeah, macchiatos aren’t too bad. What did you want?”

“A jumbo, half-whole milk, one quarter 1%, one quarter non-fat, extra hot caramel macchiato with 1 and a half shots decaf, 2 and a half regular, with whip, 2 packets of splenda, 1 sugar in the raw, a touch of vanilla syrup and 3 short sprinkles of cinnamon.”

Virgil just stared. “What the fuck, Ro. Where did you hear about this drink, a Top Ten Drinks to Make Baristas Hate You list?”

Roman grinned, then laughed outright. “How did you know? Ahhh, you caught me, I just wanted to see if I could order it with a straight face. Nah, I’ll just have another caramel surprise. That one’s my good luck charm, after all.”

Virgil blushed faintly as he smiled and started the drink that had started his flirtation with this incredible man.

“So, did you miss me this morning?” Roman asked, leaning over to watch Virgil’s deft hands go from steam wand to gasket, not spilling a drop of liquid. “Was the café gray and bereft without my signature charm and wit?”

“I wish you had been here this morning, Remy is threatening to all but marry me off to the highest bidder at the Crypt. He said that heartbreak is good for business?”

“I will defend your honor, dear Virgil, fear not,” Roman said, posing dramatically. “I will fight back the adoring, crazed hordes and also Remy, that tricky minx. You need no longer fear, Roman Augustus is here!”

The afternoon sun beating through the windows gilded Roman’s silhouette in golden light. Virgil suddenly had a burning urge to wear a dramatic ballgown and watch this man slay ogres in his name. All other thoughts and worries melted away as he gazed at the swoop of soft hair, the shine in his hazel eyes, the elegant curve of his arm and back…

“Virgil, I need your help!”

Patton’s voice, laced with nerves edging on fear, interrupted his reverie and Roman’s pose. Without a word they both immediately rushed to the bakery.

“Pat, what’s wrong?”

“Logan texted back.”

Roman’s eyebrows waggled. “Need some help composing the perfect romantic missive, Padre?”

“No, it’s… I don’t know, this might be just paranoid and crazy, but I don’t think Logan sent this text,” Patton said.

“Paranoid and crazy? Patton, stealing my thing, no big deal…” Virgil snarked, taking the offered phone from the baker’s hands. He did a double take as he looked at the screen.

Sent Yesterday Afternoon

Patton Corwan (Crumb On In): Hel-Lo! P: You know I always enjoy seeing you in the bakafé, but I’d like to see you outside of work, if you’d be interested. P: How does a pasta dinner tomorrow night sound, at that cute Italian place on Magnolia street? My treat :)

Just now

Logan ⚛️💙: A date night sounds so good! ⚛️💙: But :( I procrastinated some work I really need to get done. I’ll be at the office late tonight. ⚛️💙: Let’s take a rain check though, okay cutie? Love you!

Virgil frowned as he passed the phone to Roman. Eyebrows immediately vanished into auburn hair as the other man regarded the odd exchange.

“I’m no expert on this Mr. Abacus Finch of yours, but this seems rather out of character,” Roman commented. “Did he hit his head particularly hard? Or is someone else using his phone?”

Virgil felt his stomach drop at the hypothetical Roman mentioned. He’d seen this exact scenario, and hadn’t made the connection until now. CrapcrapcrapfuckfuckfuckSHIT not now! It’s only been two days, I’m not ready for Roman to already be dragged into this, he thought desperately. Why couldn’t that snake of a sorcerer wait just a little longer?

Roman caught his eye. “Hey, Hot Topic, did you suddenly apply more foundation or is something wrong?”

Virgil shook his head. “I… I don’t think Logan hit his head. Or at least, he didn’t hit his head and then also send this text.”

“You think someone else did? Do you think it’s…” Roman’s voice trailed off as he made a vague gesture that was clearly supposed to connote ‘evil’. It wasn’t one of his more elegant attempts, but given the circumstances, it was understandable.

Virgil nodded in response to the unfinished question. Roman gulped and looked down. “This is it, huh. Okay. I guess I’d better be ready then.”

Patton looked between them, gesturing at himself. “Guess who has ten fingers and is very confused! What is ‘it’? Do you know who texted me? Is Logan okay?”

“Pat, remember when I asked you for advice? That was about this, I think. Roman might be the best positioned of any of us to find Lo and make sure he’s safe.”

Patton looked nervous, but nodded determinedly. “What can I do to help?”

Roman looked at the phone again. “It seems to me that Mr. Steal Yo’ Boy is at Logan’s office. Or will be, after work hours. The bakafé closes soon, right?”

Virgil nodded. “We have less than an hour left ‘til close.”

“I think we can risk waiting to go over until then,” Roman said, checking his watch. “Plus, that’s when the sun starts going down. If Logan isn’t the one texting, but his phone is being used, I’m going to made a guess that this creep will need shadows to hide in.”

“We’re going to wait? What if Logan is in more danger? What do we do between now and then?” Patton wasn’t used to being this nervous, and he did not deal with it well. He was already shifting from foot to foot, eyeing the bakery door like he was considering dashing out at any moment.

Virgil put a hand on the baker’s shoulder. “Logan won’t be in any more danger an hour from now than he is at the moment. Trust me on this. If we go search for him randomly, we might miss him entirely. Until it’s dark, we’ll keep working. Pat, why don’t you show Roman how to help with edible decorations? He’s artistic and has a the sweet tooth of a five-year-old in a candy shop, he’ll be a natural.”

Roman gasped indignantly, a hand artfully splayed on his chest. “I do not act like a five-year old,” he said with a sniff. “I am at least seven, give me some credit.”

As they’d both hoped, Patton smiled weakly and led Roman around the counter. Both Virgil and Roman cared a lot about their gentle friend. Even if Roman had only occasionally met Logan, the scientist clearly made Patton happy.

No one should interfere with Patton being happy.

author’s note: I’d always thought that Logan’s question in Crofter’s The Musical was a joke, but it turns out there actually are such things are real loganberries: Rubus × loganobaccus. I learned something new because of this story, Logan would be so proud! You know. Wherever he is.

Corwan, Patton’s last name, is an old English name that means ‘friend of the heart’

Augustus, Roman’s last name, means regal, great ruler, etc. He’s royalty, we love him

Yes, that is the author’s note you get on this while you wait for the next chapter :)

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Congratulations ! You received 1,000+ followers !

Continue? ▶YES ▷NO

 Well, I can’t really express anything but amazement at such an accomplishment, and to be honest I’m pretty blown away that so many of you have stuck with me since the beginning of this blog, and that so many of you enjoy Professor Oak enough to stay. I’ll forever stand by the fact that this blog was the best 'joke’ I ever made, and probably one of the most fulfilling things I’ve actively kept at. 

As much as I hope this blog has helped you find comfort and laughter, RPing Professor Oak has definitely changed me for the better, as well. It has given me an outlet to heal parts of myself and provide help to others, and also pushed me to practice positivity even when I know I get so low sometimes that I don’t even want to try. Another bonus is that I have met wonderful people here, most of you just strictly friends on the dash, but I’ve also gained relationships with people that have extended into discord and I’m sure it has made all the difference this past year and a half. 

As usual, I’m not really a fan of long-winded gushes of emotion, so I’ll keep it short, but I would really like to have it be known that my love for Professor Oak has grown tremendously, in ways I would have never reached without taking the time to thoughtfully craft his backstory and work to develop him further. I know he’s a very nostalgic character that so many of us know and respect that I’m always very careful of how I choose to build on the image without ruining what’s already there.  Out of all my many muses here, this one has seemingly ( and surprisingly ) all at once snuck its way as my primary blog; the blog I always look forward to logging into the most, where I enjoy following your activity whether it be IC or OOC, and just generally enjoy being in the presence of people so passionate about a fandom associated with my childhood. I love this little corner of a community that has welcomed me and engaged with me and unknowingly kept me going, and to look back at my experience and see that I’ve had no trouble at all makes me feel really lucky.

There will never be a way to fully and accurately express my thanks, but I will say it anyway: thank you so much, and I hope that no matter where you go, and no matter what you do, you are trying to be your best, and that you’re happy. Professor Oak will always be there to congratulate you when you reach your dreams.

IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER ( because my mind is so scattered - ) special shout outs to special people: 

@timecapscle - wasn’t it you that said i’d one day get 1,000 followers? : ) you’ve literally supported me since the beginning and i just wanna say that i appreciate your enthusiasm for professor oak as much as i appreciate your enthusiasm for bill. its wonderful to see someone represent an otherwise under represented character and you do it well. i care for you so much, and wish nothing but good things for your future even if you want to do bad things in the name of science

@diligentseeker / @evolutionexpert  - someone i consider a cherished friend, despite how sporadic our interaction seems, i appreciate all our random long talks on discord, and i’ll never forget our very first conversation. it meant a lot to me, and i want to thank you. i dont meet a lot of ppl that i feel ‘get’ me on some unspoken level, so when it happens, its a nice surprise. anyway i won’t ramble because i take it you’re not one for praise, but im glad people like you exist. with that being said please stop making professor elm stress me out.

@undinaes - the moment you’ve been waiting for. SIKE! just kidding; its no surprise that you’re always filling my dash with testimonials from people that see you for what you are. you’re a beam of sunshine with all the qualities to match; warm, bright, and a natural source of energy that brings people together. your passion for writing is astounding and even when ppl dont deserve your kindness, you’re unbiased in giving it out. truly a mom through and through. but most importantly, ur my girlie and im glad we met :v

@ofpalletown - in my mind, you are practically ash, and ill be here to support you even during all your moments of Extra™ ... but aside from that you’re very loyal to your friends and full of something sunny that i can’t describe. ur gonna be okay, kid. so pls stop stressing out ur dear prof oak 

@03redd - i probably mentioned not long ago that your blog is really good, but ill say it again in case you weren’t listening. i love your blog? its very fun to follow, and i think you’re one of my favorite reds. even with me not being game verse, its so easy to just immerse myself in whatever nonsense you have red drag professor oak into. i dig your creative energy. 

@normaliium - and ofc i cant leave out my cousin. the one to be admired, the ever-successful, brilliant human being that loves me even when i take off ten years of your life each night. my life would lack such substance without you, and i will never forget all you’ve done to help me when i would otherwise be left to myself. you make me really proud to know you, you really do, and everyone i ever talk to you about can attest to that. #YOLO

@bossgiovanni - you haven’t been active in forever, but you remain one of my friends and that’s all that matters. from skype to discord, im glad we could stick together even with our blatant differences in opinion. you are always so nice to me and say the kindest things, and i just wanna say thanks. hope youve been doing well! you are capable of so much, and i believe in you, so don’t forget that. 

@agentmansley - can i jsut say thank you for staying true to your muse and throwing even the purest of characters into your mess? i have loved your blog long before i made professor oak, and you’re seriously one of the funnest people i’ve rp’d with here. everything i’ve written with you is refreshing and new, and never fails to make me laugh. thank you for your love for kent, and also for writing with me. i know you’ve been MIA for a while, but you’re definitely a memorable person. 

@tcssaiga - i dont have a lot of cross-fandom interactions so when they happen im usually pleased. you’ve got great characterization, and have perfect dialogue. i never watched a whole lot of inuyasha but i’ve atched enough to know that you’re pretty close to canon. thanks for the interactions even if you’re mean to prof oak on archer ; (

@askgarymfoak - MY LITTLE ACORN!!!! the dedication you have for gary honestly gives me so much life, and i love rping with you on discord and just yelling about sam / gary hcs. its always a highlight of my day and i can tell you’ve thought about gary and his life long and hard, and its so cool to see someone interested in all that makes him the Headache we all recognize and love. please never stop sharing with me the personal hcs you have for the boy, i always want to hear them. 

@futureheld - we don’t even rp with each other on this muse BUT youre one of my longest tumblr rp friends that i still talk to and you’re really important to me. we have history, we go back!!!! okay? #FRIENDSHIP n all that. but tbh id follow you on any muse because your writing is just great? id write any weird crossover with you because you have a talent for making it work seamlessly anyway. thanks 4 the memories, loser. 

@seviiserver - CELIO!!! we dont talk as much as we used to, or rather, we talk in bursts every now and then but i consider you one of my good friends! not only are u really talented in all things artistic, but i love your writing and it’s always enjoyable to read, even if its not one of our threads together. you made me have so much adoration for celio and like all the other ppl ive met who bring life to underrated / under-rp’d muses, i enjoy seeing everything you pour into him... AND ALSO I LOVE OUR OAK / ROWAN INTERACTIONS? i love them so much it hurts okay. even if its just silliness in discord it brightens my day. anyway perhaps one day we will cross paths in this sleepless city and i will finally teach u how to ride a bike.

@rottenrhythms - i know i dont have much to say or comment with whenever you message me on discord, but i admire how much detail you put into your characters and meta. im always impressed with all the work and thought you put into your world-building; i wish i had that much drive. also, you’ve made a lot of improvement with yourself from the time i first started talking to you on skype. be proud of your progress, and keep working at it, it’s worth it in the long run!

@lack--two NATE youre definitely a very sweet person, and perhaps a little more devious ooc than i’d imagined you would be ( at least to me, why must you poke me for reactions? ; ( u wound me ) but you’re a soothing presence to be around and im glad you were finally able to make discord work. bonus points for letting me yell about yugioh all the time. never stop being wonderful. im here for you whenever you might need a listening ear, okay? 

@loyalpika / @palletbloomer - #PRIKA!!! ever since i first followed you i remembered being blown away by your extensive headcanons on pikachu and i genuinely enjoy every blog you make! we dont talk OOC but from all your ooc posts you seem like a very caring older sister and thats nice to see; with you running around all the time, i hope you do get some rest every now and then! i hope our camaraderie never falters, take care friend! 

@thepkmnnurse - i cant forget all the love and support both you and your muse have for professor oak, and im happy you try to spread positivity on the dash whenever you can! we don’t talk much OOC but from what i can tell you’re just as kind and nurturing as nurse joy herself. i hope you’ve been taking it easy wherever you are, and i hope your days are bright!

@rebelracket - will there ever be a day that i dont enjoy seeing your delinquent muse causing havoc on the dash? your creativity is wonderful to witness and i enjoy clarissa so much, thank you for interacting with a pure ol’ muse like mine. i hope we can continue to keep writing together, im excited at where we might end up. p.s. your art is delightful.

@porttownprince - you’re a gentle presence on my dash but im glad that youre here and that you’ve stuck around despite all the bad things that followed you. i hope you can overcome all the trauma you’ve been through. thank you for being kind with me!

@nikkouki - i know i dont say much but i enjoy your random check ins with me on discord, and i think youre a sweet young girl. you’re gonna go far in life, just make sure you keep going! continue being a precious kiddo and don’t forget to study your japanese ; (

@viciousvainglory & @midoriyamight - i cant think of one without the other so accept this double-tag lol. you’ve both supported this blog since the beginning and i wont forget how welcome you made me feel! no matter what blogs you’re on im glad we can still be friends! you deserve the big toblerone! 

@fateandfury - my long time writing parter without knowing we were long time writing partners! the work you put into professor juniper is something to behold! we haven’t seemed to interact much despite rping professor muses, but that doesn’t mean i don’t appreciate your take on such a muse!

OTHER BLOGS TO BE ADMIRED ( also in no particular oder) : @sterlingsilverchampion @starmarkcd @pxgtails @satanstories @champofpallet @golden-oak @spriggaens @nurturen @florenselite @craniumaniac @ask-guzma @tenderpoison @gocatchem @faemoria @hikaup@writtenbykaichu @executiveariana @honoxtokage @simikami @bigcalavera @rotorotom @thehopcful @and-they-succeeded @metalprincess13 @keep-those-memories-away @hisvanity @attitxde @asmayflies @sesshcmaru @theagentlooker @ambcrly @kantocowboy @dauphindekalos @beareroftheblueorb @blastingxff @aquaelegance @bugeyesboutique @make-it-trouble  @thunderstonereject  @theagentlooker @soultattered @scvedbylove  @diluviumx @inevitabilis-sors @pokedouche @fightiniumz @firespun

I’M SO SORRY IF I MISSED PEOPLE, THIS IS REALLY HARD FOR SOMEONE SO SCATTER-BRAINED AND MEMORY-FOGGED AS ME. EVEN IF YOU’RE NOT INCLUDED AND EVEN IF WE’RE NOT MUTUALS, I REALLY APPRECIATE YOUR SUPPORT OF THIS BLOG. WITHOUT ANY OF YOU I WOULDN’T HAVE GOTTEN HERE.

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THANK YOU SO MUCH!