#houseplant unicorn post

[houseplant-unicorn]

[lovealexhunt]

[2023 Masterlist] 2024: ☆January-March☆April-June☆

Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer  [HollywoodU]  [Red Carpet Diaries]

My Favorite Place + Art: A quick dialogue with Thomas x Alex

Happy New Year + Art 🎨: Alex and Thomas spend New Year's Eve at a Charity gala.

Cafe Wishes and Scone Kisses [Alex x Addison]: Alex and Addison have a coffee date. [HWU]

Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley [Open Heart]

Couples Skate: Olivia takes Bryce ice skating.

#PlantLove: Olivia celebrates National Houseplant Appreciation Day.

Conversation Heart Letter: Bryce uses conversation hearts to write a Valentine's letter for Olivia

A Dinomite Find: Bryce discovers dinosaur chicken nugget pillows and they are a must! [📱]

Women in Science Interview + Edit: Olivia, Merida, and Casey are interviewed for an article celebrating Women in Science and Medicine.

Mal Volari x Daenarya [Blades 1] [Blades 2] [Orphanage]

Adventures with Threep: Three vignettes of Threep's life with Rayden, Mal, and Daenarya. [Pregnant Threep]

Lost & Found + Art 🎨 : Art for and snippet from The Quest for Daenarya

Pillow Talk Under the Sun: Daenarya and Mal enjoy a warm afternoon in the backyard of the orphanage.

Trystan Thorne x Lilah Rose [Crimes of Passion]

Hidden Romance: Lilah makes an interesting discovery at Trystan's apartment.

Beckett Harrington x Emma Carlyle [The Elementalists]

Yoga & Pancakes: Emma, Shreya, and Atlas run into Beckett at breakfast and Emma discovers a new Attuned food.

Tuneless Wonder + Art 🎨 : Emma shows Beckett that the tuneless world has magic of its own.

Nyx Selenastra x Aerin Valleros [Blades 2]

Crossroads: Aerin follows a unicorn through the woods, only for it to lead him to a mysterious elf.

Writing Gifts

Love in the Afternoon [Tobias x Casey for jerzwriter]: Tobias and Casey enjoy an afternoon dance.

Whimsical Walks and Poetic Talks [Ernest x Tulsi for oh-so-youre-a-nerd] : Ernest and Tulsi take a late afternoon walk around Ledford Park.

In the Arms of Night [Mal x Autumn for ThoseHallowedHalls]

Funko Pop

Bryce x Olivia

Blades of Light & Shadow

Valax (Book 2)

Imtura Tal Kaelen (Book 2)

Nia Ellarious—WIP (Book 2)

Maiele Nightbloom (elf MC) for lilyoffandoms

Daenarya of Riverbend (human MC)

Marya Moonglory (elf MC) for gaiuskamilah

The Elementalists

Helios (Arylu - The Elementalists) [featured]

Laws of Attraction

Wind (LOA MC) for oh-so-youre-a-nerd

Open Heart

Bryce x Olivia Easter Sketch

Bryce x Olivia Umbrella in the Rain Sketch

☆ Thomas x Alex Kiss with Bogart by ArtbyAinna

☆ Thomas x Alex Chibi: My Favorite Place by majoma_art (insta)

☆ Thomas and Alex holding a heart by liiyaan

☆ Hollywood Glamour Hunt by oh-so-youre-a-nerd

☆ Happy Birthday (me) and Alex by WeetleBeetle

☆ Thomas and Alex Cheeb Art by WeetleBeetle

☆ Thomas and Alex New Years Dance by ArtbyAinna

☆ Post Christmas Bliss: Thomas x Alex by wisejazz

☆ The Best Crew (blades chibi heads) by artoile

☆ Mal x Daenarya: All the Kisses by cammarada

☆ Lost & Found: Blades 2 Reunion by cashweasel

☆ Mal Christmas/Birthday Postcard by artoile

☆ Bryce x Olivia Kiss - Cherry Blossoms by irdeinfierno

☆ Olivia, Merida, and Casey: Women in STEM Day by ArtbyAinna

☆ Beckett x Emma Northern Lights by ArtbyAinna

☆ Nyx and Luna Rose by lilyoffandoms

Moodboards

☆ Bryce + the color blue

☆ Olivia + the color yellow

Edits

☆ Nyx edit

☆ Altas Ernhardt in Blue Edits

☆ Olivia, Merida, and Casey magazine edit

☆ Mal Mermaid Edit

Other Things

☆ Nyx + Nyssa friendship

☆ Hunt family birthday update

☆ Bryce + Keiki lunch note HC

☆ Nyx's skin color HC

☆ All my MC, OC, and LI birthdays

Asks

☆Nyssa x Daenarya Ask (18+)

☆ What flowers symbolize Nyx? What flowers is their favorite?

☆ Some HC about Nyx

☆ Nyx + Demiro

☆ Bryce x Olivia Blanket Fort HC

Gifts

☆ Alex Sketch

☆ Mal x Daenarya drabble and art

☆ Maiele x Daenarya neck kissing art

☆ Olivia x Blades Moodboard

☆ Thomas x Alex Coffee Shop Edit

☆ Mal Picrew Gift

☆ Nyx Aesthetic

☆ Trystan x Lilah drabble

[celestialheal]

𝐔𝐍𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

SPICE. rosemary.

WEATHER. clear skies, warm nights.

PRIMARY COLOUR. yellow.

COLOUR OF THE SKY. midnight blue, sprinkled with so many stars.

MAGICAL POWER. healing others. duh.

SHOES. victorian style boots.

HOUSEPLANT. peace lily.

BLADE WEAPON. glaves, they are closer to quarterstaffs.

SCHOOL SUBJECT. history, strangely. bet she can't remember what day is today but she knows historical dates with accuracy.

SOCIAL MEDIA. well, in modern verses i would say instagram: she probably posts like a bunch of blurry pictures of things she finds pretty or interesting in her walks.

MAKEUP PRODUCT. lip balm, prevents her lips from chapping.

CANDY. marshmallows.

TANGIBLE FEAR. hook horrors, in a more abstract way, her biggest fear is the dead of a loved one.

ICE CUBE SHAPE. star shaped.

METHOD OF LONG-DISTANCE TRAVEL. by land, if possible. hitchhiking.

ART STYLE. romanticism or impressionism.

HISTORICAL PERIOD. late 18th century.

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE. unicorns, because of her pact.

PIECE OF STATIONARY. posts its! she would love to leave nice little notes to everyone and to be able to leave reminders for herself? oh gods, she'd leave so many reminders.

THREE EMOJIS. 💖⚕🌠

CELESTIAL BODY. sirius a or canis majoris, brightest star in our skies.

Tagged by: the one and only @dionidai ! thanks dear <3 Tagging: @ravingard, @selunaris, @wildskissed & @oflolth . the rest of you, please steal it from me and tag me!!

[mara-tarotscopes-of-seil]

Tarotscopes of SEIL by Mara

Date: Timeless (I’m not writing these again)

Oh it’s you. What do you want? Tarotscopes? Well I can’t promise that it’ll be any good. Take what resonates. And also take what doesn’t resonate. Take it all!

Right, here we go…

For the collective:

When it is REALLY cold, go outside and ride a white horse. It must be white…with pink hair and a single horn. Yes, it must be a unicorn. Go and ride a unicorn. Tell everyone to come and watch. No-one will come though. Anyway, ride the unicorn until it’s tired or it disappears in a burst of glitter. It will be an experience you’ll never forget.

Based on: Two tarot cards I pulled. Mind your business.

For each zodiac sign:

Aries (March 21 - April 19): Your toothbrush is plotting against you. Keep a close eye on it during full moons. This week, you’ll develop an irrational fear of oranges, but only on Tuesdays. By Thursday, you'll have the sudden urge to collect spoons. Go with it. Spoon wisdom will guide you.

Taurus (April 20 - May 20): A pigeon in your area knows something you don't. Make peace with the idea that your left sock will always vanish under mysterious circumstances. Avoid shopping for watermelons; they might start whispering secrets to you, and trust me, you're not ready for that.

Gemini (May 21 - June 20): Good news: your plants have begun a secret society. Bad news: they’ve elected your least favourite cactus as president. You’ll find a surprise fortune in the lint trap of your dryer. Pay attention to doorbells — they hold the key to your future, but only when rung backwards.

Cancer (June 21 - July 22): The stars suggest you should learn how to juggle, but not with balls. Preferably flamingos. You’ll discover that traffic cones are actually portals to another dimension, but only if you wear mismatched shoes. Your next great adventure involves a packet of crisps and a highly suspicious goat.

Leo (July 23 - August 22): This week, you’ll realise your charisma works best on houseplants and kitchen appliances. Practice your speeches in front of a blender; it’s an excellent listener. Avoid mirrors on Wednesdays. Not for any particular reason, it’s just a good way to stay mysterious.

Virgo (August 23 - September 22): The universe demands you alphabetise your thoughts, but in reverse order. That stray piece of pasta you’ll find in your shoe tomorrow is a sign of great fortune. By Saturday, you will invent a new form of dance that involves aggressively folding towels. Prepare for fame.

Libra (September 23 - October 22): Your charm will reach new heights, especially when speaking to pigeons. Beware of rubber ducks — their cheerful demeanour hides dark secrets. You will receive a cryptic message from a squirrel, but it will only make sense if you wear a hat made of spaghetti.

Scorpio (October 23 - November 21): You will soon develop a deep emotional bond with a jar of pickles. Trust your intuition when it tells you to whisper motivational quotes to your shoes. By Friday, your refrigerator may start offering unsolicited advice — consider taking it seriously.

Sagittarius (November 22 - December 21): Your life will be forever changed by a surprising revelation about pineapples. Avoid looking directly at lamp posts — they know too much. You will develop an inexplicable need to sing to your cereal every morning. The stars approve.

Capricorn (December 22 - January 19): Your week will be filled with unexpected adventures, mostly involving rubber bands and marshmallows. The position of the planets suggests you should avoid escalators at all costs; they’re out to get you. On Friday, a rogue pigeon will lead you to a treasure map — trust the process.

Aquarius (January 20 - February 18): A cloud shaped like a giraffe will reveal your destiny. Take it seriously. You will experience a life-altering moment involving a paperclip and a mysteriously appearing gnome. Stock up on glitter — it will be useful in ways you can’t yet imagine.

Pisces (February 19 - March 20): Your future is directly tied to the outcome of a staring contest with your reflection. Avoid all contact with sponges, unless they’re wearing hats. You’ll find wisdom in the most unexpected place — the bottom of a soup bowl. Beware of an overly talkative toaster.

Mara wrote these tarotscopes, ok? It totally was NOT written by Chelle over at Sugar x Tarot, promise - www.sugarxtarot.com

[luffythinker]

i'll update you on persona and what actually was happening in all that rambling for now know this is the game i am playing

https :// www.tumblr.com/houseplant-unicorn / 720939107640033280 /out-of-context-dialogue-wow-most-of-these-are?source=share

i want to romance Ryuji so bad but it's not an option i dont care about any other character just my dude bro homie lover he's the one who took me to castle town on a wrong turn i love him he's a dumbass

the post:

THIS GAME IS SO UNSERIOUSKJDSKJDFKJ i love that fr, blonde guy (ryuji??) lowkey looks like a cool takemichi kjjcvkjv i cant believe u cant get it with him that's so kjdfjkdfj

[skatiet]

for that ask game: do the LOST numbers :)

thank you for the ask <3

it’s a lot so it’s going under a read more

4. What do you wear when you have to dress nicely?

after calming down from the minor rage that comes with being required to dress a certain way, uhh probably a dress or a skirt. with boots or sandals or sneakers if i can get away with it because i hardly own any “nice” shoes. sometimes i don’t feel like wearing a dress/skirt though, and then i’m screwed because i really don’t own any “nice” pants that i actually like. might cry about it a little, but i’m now at a point where i can usually get over it and throw something on anyway. i’ve been meaning to get some nicer clothes for a while now, but i also hate shopping for clothes, so here we are.

8. Do you collect anything? If so, what?

not really. i grew up with a parent who had hoarding tendencies, and i definitely inherited some of that, so i actively try not to accumulate things just for the sake of having them. but if i do get a little trinket, it’s usually something with a cat or a unicorn (preferably the “realistic” kind, not like, cartoonish unicorns, if that makes sense), or anything lost related ofc.

15. Do you have any houseplants? Do any of them have names?

i used to, but then i went through a period where i moved six times in three years, and they were struggling, so i gave up on saving them. and now i live in a one bedroom apartment with two cats, so getting houseplants would probably be a disaster waiting to happen. i’ve wanted to get some for my balcony, but the weather has been so harsh that i don’t know what would actually survive out there. and i’ve never really been one to name my plants, but i think it’s cute when other people do it.

16. Describe your favorite hoodie. How long have you had it? What makes it unique?

hmm, i have a few, but one is my dad’s old notre dame hoodie. no one we know ever went there, but he loved anything to do with ireland. it has a giant garish leprechaun logo on it, and i never really wear it out of the house, but it’s big and cozy and i love it for that.

23. Which songs do you like to sing in the shower?

i don’t really sing in the shower, but i tend to listen to upbeat songs because showering is exhausting. here’s a little snippet just for funsies.

42. Do you have any games on your phone? If so, which one(s) is/are your favorite?

i have a bunch, but i don’t play most of them very much. i’ll go through phases where i get back into candy crush or best fiends. my favorite types of games are the puzzle games on sporcle, but they don’t have those on the app, so i can only play them on the computer. they should fix this for me personally actually.

(from this post)

[chevvy-yates]

I had this in my drafts for quite a while now bc I was waiting for having a new shot of VJ for posting and Idk where I copy pasted it from anymore bc several cp77 blogs did this post and I wanted as well! I'd definitely add a link/credit if I know who started that if it's needed.

Unusual Muse Associations

Vijay Steyr __________

Seasoning: café de Paris, curry, salt

Weather: either bright blue sky with a fresh breeze and no clouds or soft rainy summer city nights

Color: vibrant turquoise and neon yellow - sometimes any pastels combined with black

Sky: first sight of morning setting in or just pure deep blue

Magical Power: mind reading

Houseplant: orchids

Weapon: Malorian Arms 3516, synapse burnout, short circuit, overheat

Subject: music

Social Media: Instagram

Makeup: a hint of dark grey

Fear: loosing control over themselves

Ice Cube Shape: simple cubes

Method of Travel: Mizutani Shion MZ2

Art Style: vaporwave

Mythological Creature: Kirin (Japanese unicorn)

Stationary: electric cigarette lighter

Three Emojis: 🐳⚡️😏

Celestial Body: Neptune

[jughead-is-canonically-aroace]

The Man Who Was Too Awkward To Mention He Had Amnesia

i wrote this for @spookyson-zine! the art is by @katanacupcake-art

summary: yknow that one john mulaney bit where he’s like “if i had amnesia no one would ever know because when someone you don’t recognize acts like they know you you pretend you know them and pray you remember”? like that

pairing: moxiety

wordcount: 3952

disclaimer: this is a rom-com. it is not attempting to be an accurate portrayal of amnesia or post-coma recovery or medical practice. creative liberties have been taken.

Virgil, upon awakening, knew approximately three things: his name, the fact that he was horizontal, and that there were at least two people in the room with him. He could tell that last bit from the loud sobbing and comforting noises coming from his right.

“It’s not your fault, Patton. He’ll wake up soon, and he’ll tell you.”

Virgil opened his eyes. He was in a rather brightly white room. To his left, a soft, roundish man in a blue sweater covered in puppies and kittens sat in a folding chair, crying into a handkerchief. A man in truly ridiculous amount of glittery gold eyeshadow and a violently red sweater had his arms wrapped around the other in comfort, whilst a man in a dress shirt and tie sat primly and somberly in a third chair near his feet.

This was all he registered before the three noticed his open eyes and the soft one (Patton?) launched himself forwards with a cry of relief.

Smothered in hugs and with a warm, fond feeling filling him as he hugged back and a kiss was pressed to his hair, Virgil thought, I love him. And then: This must be my boyfriend.

—

Virgil was discharged from the hospital within the hour* and was quickly piled into the backseat of a bright red convertible with Patton. Business Casual watched him over his shoulder from the passenger seat as Glitter Eyeshadow (I really need to figure out their names) started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, but as they turned onto the freeway he turned back forwards, apparently satisfied with what he had (or hadn’t) seen.

“Roman, would you please put the top up?”

“Do you not enjoy the feeling of the wind in your hair? The sensation of speed? The taste of adventure??”

“No.”

Roman put the top up, and Virgil noted his name with relief. Two down, one to go.

As Virgil settled against the window, staring out at the swiftly passing shrubbery and rough-cut rock lining the road, he recalled what the doctor had told him**.

“You were hit by an ATV at an intersection where you had right of way. All your medical bills have been handled by the other driver. You, miraculously, received only minor-to-moderate abrasions and contusions, aside from a rather nasty head wound, and appear to have no lasting effects.” The doctor smiled down at Virgil, and he briefly attempted to say “Actually, I do have one extremely present lasting effect,” but the doctor breezed onward without giving him a chance. “You were extremely lucky, Mr. Sanders.”

Ten minutes later, they were pulling into the driveway of a suburban 4-bedroom house.

—

[ID: 3 panel comic, panels stacked. virgil is upstairs, anxiously looking at different bedroom doors and trying to figure out which one is his, saying “Huh…” He’s wearing a black hoodie and the background is purple. A fly flies past behind his head.

The first door has a banner that reads “PRINCE”, a crown, and sparkles. it is captioned “No”. the second is a blank door. it is captioned “Maybe.” the third is covered in flowers and hearts, and has a unicorn on it. it is captioned “No!”. the fourth is also blank. it is captioned “...Maybe?”

Virgil closes his eyes, looking nervy yet determined. he is thinking “Well... There’s only one thing left to do...”

end ID]

[ID: 3 panel comic, panels stacked. virgil is in the living room, sitting on the couch and waiting for a clue for which room is his. He looks very anxious, thinking “This is fine.” there are sweat/nerves emotes around his head and he is blushing. there is a houseplant on a stand to the left and a red lamp on a side table to the right. the background is purple.

There’s a closeup on virgil’s face in profile. he is thinking “All I have to do is wait until four-eyes picks one of our less obvious rooms.” he is on the right and facing left, and there is a stylized drawing of logan’s face with angry eyebrows and a frown on the left. the background is a black-white gradient fading into the middle, with black emphasis lines pointing into the middle.

Patton suddenly appears beside virgil and says “HEY!!”, startling him. a zig of surprise emote and the word “zoinks!” are beside virgil’s head, and his eyes are boggling. patton’s face is stylized like a cat emote, with a 3 mouth and greater/less than signs for eyes. patton is wearing a blue shirt with a red cardigan tied around his shoulders. patton’s speech is in white bubble letters, and emphasized with many exclamation marks and a tilde. the background is purple.

end ID]

[ID: 5 panel comic, with panels 1, 4, and 5 stacked, and panels 2 and 3 stacked next to panel 1. Virgil flops over sideways onto patton’s lap. patton is sitting on the couch and virgil is curled stiffly on his side. they are stylized. the background is white.

A stylized icon of patton’s surprised face is looking down, with a loading bar next to his head, and a pink circle behind him. the background is white. Below that, the same stylized icon of patton’s face is happy and smiling, surrounded by yellow flowers and delight emotes. it is captioned “cuddle time!”

Next is a shot of virgil’s face where he is lying down. he is thinking “Wow this guy definitely is my boyfriend...” he is blushing, and looking to the left. there are white hearts around him and the background is navy blue.

A view from behind the couch over logan’s shoulder shows the stylized back of patton’s head surrounded by delight emotes and yellow flowers. logan’s face is in the right of the panel, looking suspiciously at the camera. it is captioned “suspicious A F” with a curly arrow pointing at logan.

end ID]

—

Later…

Virgil followed Patton up the stairs. They stopped in front of one of the blank doors. Please please please let this be my room and this not just be Patton stopping in front of the upstairs bathroom door or in front of Business Casual’s door for some reason or maybe I completely misjudged him and this is HIS room- “Well,” said Patton, “Goodnight! Sleep well!” With a final hug, he turned and crossed the hall back to the sticker-encrusted door, stepping inside, and Virgil nodded with a quiet “You too.”

Virgil tried to convince himself to try the door, but the imminent fear that Business Casual would appear, find him breaking into his room, and immediately unearth him as an amnesiac imposter and no longer the friend they knew and loved and kick him out on the street with only the clothes on his back and he’d have to resort to dealing drugs at Denny’s-

Business Casual, dressed in actual pajamas patterned with actual erlenmeyer flasks and test tubes of bright liquids, stepped out of the bathroom at the end of the hall and walked past him to the other blank door, opening it. He paused, and turned back. “Virgil, are you alright?”

“Yes! Fine!” Virgil jolted into motion and opened the door before him, stepping inside and turning to close it quickly. He caught a glimpse of Actual Chemistry Pajamas’ face, confused, mildly concerned, and contemplative, as he closed the door.

Virgil turned to look at his room.

Posters for The Nightmare Before Christmas and Welcome to Night Vale hung on one wall, while album covers for My Chemical Romance, Gorillaz, and a myriad of other bands covered another. An easel with a black canvas stood in a corner next to a bucket of oil paints, surrounded by a drop cloth. Next to it, a desk cluttered with notebooks, colored pencils, pastels, watercolors, and other art supplies. A paint-splattered pair of white jeans and large t-shirt was tossed over the back of the chair. Filling the remaining wall was a large bookshelf. Miscellaneous clutter formed a patchy layer over his floor, and a laundry bin half-full of clean clothes sat beside a pile of dirty clothes by his dresser.

Virgil’s eyes pricked with exhaustion, and he delegated all… that to tomorrow. He carefully stepped over to his bed, and sat down.

Reaching over to his nightstand, he picked his phone up and unlocked it.

Wait.

Virgil quickly popped into settings and removed the password, then set about searching the rest of his phone for clues.

Contacts had only “Puff🐶💙💜” (Patton, who is definitely my boyfriend), “Moi✨💄🌟” (Roman.), “Nerd🍇🤖🌡” (@god why. Please I just need to know his name), some tech support numbers, and “Manager”. He had Temple Run and Subway Surfer and Geometry Dash, but not much else. He had the Tumblr app, but it crashed as soon as he opened it. Finally, he checked Notes.

I don’t know why I didn’t start here. The Notes app was a jackpot. His social security number, directions to an unknown location, the address of a cafe in Rochester, his computer password (!), and “hamlo”, whatever that was.

Searching through the rest of the notes yielded slightly less lucrative results - numerous notes with random thoughts apparently written whilst trying to fall asleep (“dog pants?” “burger pant’s son, burger shorts. jr pants. shorts = young pants?” “Dumbell/Sawdust” “rubix cubes physically manifesting in your home” “burger pusher/at least im not a burger pusher. im a coffee pusher. im a cat?”), a note with translated roman numerals, and a note that simply read “modo g^5 plus”.

Virgil shrugged, called it a success, and went to get ready for bed.

—

Roman has an arm on Virgil’s chest, preventing him from grabbing his (“Be careful! That’s new!”) phone back as he quickly changes the contact names, adding several emojis to each. Business Casual leans over the back of the couch to read the screen.

“Why am I a thermometer?”

“It’s the closest thing I could find to a test tube.” Roman looked dramatically into the distance. “Sometimes, we have to make do with what we have.”

Virgil, upon return of his phone, reddens at the blue and purple heart emojis Roman put in Patton’s contact name. But he also doesn’t change them.

—

Virgil woke up the next morning at 6:58. He lay in bed for several minutes, blinking sleepily at the ceiling, before he registered the smell of pancakes drifting under the door.

Downstairs, he found Patton putting on his coat, shoving folders into a backpack, and eating the last few bites of his breakfast while glancing frantically at the clock. “Morning Virgil! You’re up early! Can you put this in the sink?” Virgil took the sticky plate as Patton slung the backpack over his shoulder, wriggled into his other sleeve, and darted out of the kitchen. “Bye Virge! Love you!” The door slammed.

“Bye,” he replied to the empty room. He put the plate down.

Investigating the cupboards, he eventually found a plate and fork, and pulled a few pancakes off the cooling rack in the middle of the table. Chewing slowly, he listened to the birds chirping out the window and the sound of someone jogging by.

Jogging up the steps.

Roman swung sweatily into the kitchen in running shorts and a tank top emblazoned with a logo of a yellow “watch out for children”-style road sign with two people running across a stage. He breezed over to the cabinets without noticing Virgil’s presence, dancing a bit to the pop music faintly drifting from his headphones, and humming a few notes. He turned to the table and startled violently.

“Virgil! You’re up early.” He quickly pulled his headphones off.

“Haha, yeah, I mean,” Virgil frantically dug for an excuse. “I have just been asleep for a month.”

Roman laughed, settling into a chair. He forked five pancakes onto his plate and splashed fruit sauce onto them before diving in. Virgil quietly finished his breakfast to the tinny tune of Lady Gaga’s Boys Boys Boys still drifting from Roman’s headphones.

“Hey, so, um, what’s the situation with like, work?” Virgil prayed he had been fired. He could not handle having to do this with his coworkers, too.

Roman looked awkwardly to the side. “I’m sorry, dude. They said they couldn’t keep you on past three weeks. So.”

Virgil nodded, trying not to let the relief show on his face. “That’s valid.”

Roman barked out a short, surprised laugh. “I saw a hiring sign at Starbies this morning though, you could try there.”

Virgil nodded again, and they lapsed into silence. Roman turned off his playlist.

Later, Roman tugs the last of the pancakes onto another plate and sticks them in the microwave, muttering something about how “pocket calculator probably pulled another all-nighter”. Virgil treks back up to his room to look up which Starbucks is near enough to be the one Roman was talking about, and Roman disappears into the bathroom to take a shower. 15 minutes later, Business Casual runs past his open door trailing a tie and a partially-unzipped backpack, and soon after the door slams once more.

—

Virgil walked the 4 short blocks to the hiring Starbucks, bought a coffee, and completed & turned in his application within half an hour. He got a call a week later, sweated and bullshitted his way through the interview, and miraculously got hired anyway. He was scheduled for 5-hour timeslots at various times Monday-Saturday. Thus, the following Sunday, neither Patton nor Virgil had any work they needed to rush off to.

The two had almost absentmindedly migrated from breakfast to the dishes, and they quietly coexisted while Patton washed and Virgil dried. As Virgil put away the last plate, Patton tapped him gently on the shoulder.

“Hey, Virgil?” asked Patton quietly. He looked down, fiddling with his fingers uncertainly. “D’you want to do some painting with me?”

“Yeah, sure,” replied Virgil, smiling. “Sounds fun.”

The change in Patton’s demeanor was immediate. He bloomed like a cereus in the night, rising and filling the room with his bright smile and luminous aura. “Alright! I’ll get the stuff!” He bustled off upstairs, leaving Virgil, stunned and very gay, in the kitchen. He recovered after a minute and went to change into paint clothes.

Patton and Virgil set up in the living room, spreading a large piece of thick brown paper over the rug and scattering paints and glitter within easy reach. He plopped cross-legged on the paper, and Virgil followed suit.

“What are we making?” he asked.

“Whatever we want! This is one of my favorite projects to do with my kindergarteners, just give them a big piece of paper and a lot of craft supplies and let them do wherever they want.” Patton opened up a bottle of blue paint and squirted a bit into his hand. He continued, “Kids have something really special when it comes to art, they don’t focus on the end, they just grab some paint and go.”

Mixing in some white, he spread the paint in his palm in a wide circle over the brown paper. “I think we forget how to do that when we grow up, and I’ve been trying to relearn it from my students with this activity.”

Virgil hummed. He grabbed a bottle of purple, and, squirting it into his hand, began to add little dots and curlicues to the paper with his pinky, carving tiny cracks with his fingernail.

Patton continued to talk quietly about some of the other art projects he had done with his kindergarteners as the picture began to take shape. The two crawled and reached around their workspace and each other, trying their best not to smudge the paint. Virgil put his hand down in a colorful patch, shrugged, and slapped it down in a bare space.

They continued for some time, until eventually they both tired. Virgil leaned against Patton and they looked over the smudgy, colorful, glittery painting. Patton leaned into Virgil, too, with a happy sigh.

—

Virgil stared at the black canvas in his room. He tilted his head to the left. To the right.

I don’t get it.

Turning to the desk, he flipped through a few notebooks. They held heavily pigmented, shadowy works in pastel, deeply layered colored pencil, and many, many half-finished sketches, some violently scribbled out. He found one sketch of what was apparently going to be an oil painting, with a list of what sections were going to be added on which layers, but the background was purple, not black.

Another notebook held loose sheets of watercolor paper, some filled with so much paint portions were almost black, others with only a few layers, clearly in the early stages.

Dang, I sure do like dark colors.

Turning back to the canvas, he shrugged and picked up a pallet.

Fuck it. I’ll just Bob Ross it and do whatever.

—

Virgil snarls at the canvas. Nothing is coming out like it is supposed to. In a fit of anger, he grabs his largest brush, and slaps black paint over the entire surface, obliterating the slightly wonky figure of a person in profile. With another growl, he tears out the page the sketch for the piece had been on and crumples it up, pitching it into the trash. Stripping out of his paint clothes, he crashes straight into bed. The clock greenly blinks the time at him: 4:37 AM.

—

Saturday afternoon, Virgil had learned, Patton volunteered at the SPCA. Virgil lounged in the living room with a book as Patton bounced around, humming as he gathered his coat and his bag.

Patton poked his head in. “Hey Virge! Wanna come to work with me? I think Buster misses you.”

Virgil looked up from his book. “Hm… Yeah.” He smiled, marking his place and standing. Leaving the book on the coffee table, he followed Patton out the door.

When they got to the SPCA, Patton immediately led him into the back and over to where a tiny corgi and a large mastiff lay together in a pen. The two dogs jumped up as they approached, the corgi hopping eagerly over to say hi to Virgil.

“Let me just grab Keaton…” muttered Patton, reaching over to take the mastiff’s collar. Virgil, however, had already reached out and was scratching Keaton behind the ears. Patton raised his eyebrows, then smiled, bouncing on his toes a bit. “Virgil! I’m so proud of you!!” Virgil nodded absently, leaning further into the pen to waffle his hand along Buster’s back.

“You can step into the pen,” Patton told him with a laugh. Virgil was quick to do so, plopping down on the floor.

Checking their collars discreetly to be certain of their names, Virgil murmured various baby-talks at Buster and Keaton as the two tumbled over him. Patton cooed at them, watching the three as Virgil tried to pet both dogs all over at once. He took many photos on his phone.

—

“…And Virgil did so much better around Keaton, too! They were like best buds, Keaton was all over him and he was fine! I’m so proud,” Patton finished, stirring the dregs of his soup as he spoke.

“Oh, well done, Virgil,” said Business Casual through a mouthful. He swallowed, and continued. “I know larger dogs have been a difficult issue for you for quite some time. I’m glad you’ve taken the initiative to work on your fear.”

Virgil tried desperately not to show his panic. I was afraid of big dogs?? Ffffff-

“Yeah, uh, I just felt bad about separating Buster from his buddy when I visited.” He awkwardly fiddled with his empty water glass. Business Casual was giving him a weird look. What did that mean.

Thankfully, Roman inadvertently saved him by changing the subject to his own day at work, running a Saturday workshop on improv at the youth theatre company he worked for.

—

There was a box of brownie mix in the cupboard.

Virgil leaned into the living room, where Patton was working on a lesson plan. He waggled the box. “Wanna make brownies?”

Patton’s head popped up, beaming. “Yes!!!” He stood, putting a hand to his back, then bounced over. “I forgot that was in there!”

He started pulling out measuring cups, and Virgil glanced over the instructions before opening the fridge to grab eggs.

Virgil measured the oil, eggs, and water into the bowl as Pat stirred. Once the liquid ingredients had been thoroughly combined, Virgil measured out half the bag of mix and poured it in. Patton folded the two together, blending carefully before stirring more vigorously. Flecks of batter flew out of the bowl, and Virgil grunted in surprise as a drop hit him in the cheek.

Patton stopped and looked over at him. He giggled, glancing back down at his own shirt. “I guess I battered it a bit too much, huh?” He grinned cheekily up at Virgil, sunlight breaking over the horizon. A bit of batter had landed on his lip.

Virgil leaned down and kissed him.

Patton jumped back with a loud shriek, eyes widening in shock. “What!?”

Virgil took a step back, raising his hands defensively. “What?” Should I have given him more warning? Isn’t kissing something you do with someone you’re dating? Am I wrong about that?? Did the brain injury screw up my factual knowledge too???

Footsteps thudded from upstairs, and Roman bounded into the room, followed by Business Casual. “What happened?!”

“What!” Patton squeaked again.

“I’m sorry!” Virgil frantically replied. “I’m not- I’m confused. I’m sorry!” He waved his hands frantically.

“What happened?” Business Casual asked, stepping between the two. “Wh. Why are you covered in batter?” Virgil and Patton ignored him.

“What- Why did you kiss me??” shrilled Patton.

“Because we’re dating???” Virgil replied incredulously. Patton’s eyes blew even wider.

“I- You- Virge, since when?”

Virgil paused. What?? “Are. Are we not dating?”

“No! I think I would know if I was dating you!”

Everything Virgil thought he knew was crashing down around him. The world was ending. This was his worst nightmare.

“But! I thought! Everything adds up to you dating me! You spend more one-on-one time with me than anyone else! You hug me more than anyone else! You look at me different and you smile at me more! You said you loved me! You kissed the top of my head when I first woke up!” he explained frantically. Everything is over. Patton will hate me now and they’re going to kick me out and realize I have amnesia and I’m going to be homeless and lose my job and-

“Yeah, because I’m hopelessly in love with you and can’t handle how gay I am!”

For a moment, everything stopped. What?

“You’re in love with me?”

“You thought we were dating!”

“You just said we weren’t!”

“Virgil, why would you not recall that Patton and yourself were not dating?”

Everyone turned to Business Casual, who had stepped away from the two and was now leaning against the opposite counter.

“Virgil, you said you had extrapolated from Patton’s actions that the two of you were dating, citing specifically when you, quote, “first woke up”. Odd phrasing in any situation, but particularly when compounded with the rest of this situation. So, Virgil. Care to share why it was you needed to extrapolate from such details your and Patton’s relationship status?”

Virgil slumped hopelessly. This is it. I’m going to have to sell drugs at Dennys. “I don’t remember anything. I have amnesia.”

Business Casual smirked. “As I suspected.”

“You knew?? Why didn’t you say anything? Do you know how worried I’ve been that you all’d find out and be mad at me for not telling you sooner and kick me out for being an imposter?? I don’t even know your name! Do you have any idea how stressful this has been for me??”

“It’s Logan. And you could have just said something yourself.” Logan raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, but like, there was never really a good time… and I didn’t want to be rude and be like “Who are you!” ‘cause you all were so happy to see me awake… and then it had been so long that it would have just been weird…”

—

Virgil and Patton sat awkwardly on the couch, facing each other. Logan had volunteered to call the doctor for Virgil, and Roman had quietly disappeared back upstairs.

“So,” said Patton. “Um. I guess you know I’m in love with you now. I’m sorry if it makes you uncomfortable to be around me now, I can leave you alone for a while if you want, and I’ll try to get over-“

“Patton,” Virgil interrupted, perplexed. “I kissed you.”

“Yes! But! That was just because you thought we were dating!” Virgil had never heard anything more dumb in his life (the past month). And he worked customer service.

“Pat, I wouldn’t have thought we were dating if I didn’t like you too.” Virgil took a breath. “I thought we were dating because, when you hugged me after I first woke up, my first thought was that I loved you. I may not remember you, but I remember how I felt about you. And how I felt about you was that I loved you so much that even a major brain injury couldn’t take it away.”

Patton stared into Virgil’s eyes. “So you like me too?”

“Yes.”

“Can I kiss you?”

Virgil leaned down in reply, and Patton met him halfway.

—

“And so as you can see from the compounded evidence, combined with his recent confession, Virgil definitely has amnesia.”

“Why was this necessary?” asked Roman. “You just listed all the times you saw Virgil doing something suspicious and out-of-character. We already know Virgil has amnesia. You didn’t need to make us sit down and watch a powerpoint about it.”

“In my defense, I spent a very long time doing this instead of my homework and wanted to share it with someone.” ***

—

*dont @ me, you read the disclaimer

**DONT FUCKING @ ME

***the note in my outline for this is: logan: here is my powerpoint on how virgil definitely has amnesia

[cavaliant]

fill this with what you most associate with your muse in each of these ( some slightly unusual )  categories !

spice: sage weather: sunny with a breeze primary colour: gold colour of the sky: bright blue animal crossing animal: dog or sheep magical power: ?? spontaneously emitting roses and sparkles everywhere? healing I guess if he has magic shoe: riding boots but for modern just comfy sneakers houseplant: fern but also little rose pots blade weapon: sword obvs school subject: literary analysis or whatever the equivalent of English is for him, social sciences social media: maybe follows all his friends’ accounts on whatever platform but doesn’t post much himself makeup product: idk if he’d use anything except moisturizer lol candy: gummies, cotton candy tangible fear: uselessness, abandonment ice cube shape: heart method of long-distance travel: horse? if we’re talking modern then car art style: impressionism historical period: 1950s mythological creature: ?? unicorn? piece of stationery: paper and envelopes with matching rose designs on them three emoji combination: 😊💖✨ celestial body: moon rom com archetype: boy next door/childhood friend

tagged by: i stole it

tagging: i tag you, pikachu

[silverhearted-robin-hood]

fill this with what you most associate with your muse in each of these ( some slightly unusual )  categories !

spice: nutmeg

weather: sunny

primary colour: blue

colour of the sky: orange (He loves afternoon skies)

animal crossing animal:  bird

magical power:  energy-charged blade

shoe:  brown boots or red bow flats

houseplant: orchid

blade weapon:   rapier

school subject:   science/choir

social media: any platform where he can post song recordings or cute vlogs. 

makeup product: lipstick

candy:  licorice (Also his Kira Kira theme)

tangible fear: large crowds

ice cube shape:  crescent

method of long-distance travel: flying broom

art style: animu (Cue sparkly, sparky shoujo eyes)

historical period: medieval period

mythological creature:  unicorn

piece of stationary: heart decorated washi tape and floral journal.

three emoji combination:   🌹🗡️💖

celestial body: moon

rom com archetype: snarky love interest (?) (not sure with this one)

Tagged by: @graceful-cure-swan (thank yoooou! this was fun!)

Tagging: @mightyzeta and @sapphosheiir​

[changeyourgunsintofists]

Rules: answer 21  23 questions and tag 21 23 people

Got tagged by @unexciting-houseplant! Thank you love <3

Nickname: Val, some stil call me Sushi

Zodiac: Gemini

Height: 5′6″

Last movie I watched: uuuuh not sure... either Bohemian Rhapsody or Scott Pilgrim vs.the World

Last thing I googled: nicecream (an ice cream company that makes non-dairy ice cream with fruits!)

Favorite musician: My Chemical Romance will always have a special place in my heart

Song stuck in my head:  The Hit by TWRP

Other blogs: oh boy i got a few but i mostly post everything on this one. Here’s a list for the interested:

@immasweaterslut (The Neighbourhood blog), @spaceismyreligion (need to find a theme, but it’s a witchy blog), @sorry-im-exist (game grumps and friends blog, super new so it’s empty for now) and a few more that are a bit more private and I’m not super comfy too post them

Followers: 900

Amount of sleep: depends... sometimes it’s 3, other times it’s 10. usualy, i get 6 and take a nap in the afternoon. 

Lucky number: ummm. 16? idk

Dream job: tbh at this point idk...video editing???  i really wish that the youtube gaming community wasn’t so harsh so i could do my own show :/

What I’m wearing: camo short overalls, black long sleeves shirt, stockings and grey kneesocks

Favorite food: hamburger...? sushi...? CHICKEN NUGGETS...???

Language: French and English (german a little, but i stopped studying it and i forgot a lot of stuff)

Can I play an instrument: can kinda play ukulele

Favorite song: ugh! idk. . . . . . . .Kings and Queens by Thirty Seconds to Mars? maybe?

Random fact: i hate melons.... any kind idc.... even candy 

Describe yourself aesthetically: umm idk if that’s good enough but hey! .... clumsy and messy retro gamer girl, vintage clothes and oversized hoodies, unicorn hair and loose locks, phone’s storage too full because of 3,000 songs, laughing out loud after a big ol’ crying session

AND THAT’S ONLY 19 QUESTION so here’s two more, y'all should add two too if you want! :)

Book I’m currently reading: i don’t read books but i bought a new Queen magazine?

Series I’m trying to finish: American Gods, Brooklyn Nine-Nine (when school will give me time)

HAVE TWO MORE!

Favorite color: Purple!

CATS OR DOGS???: DOGGOS!!!!

I tag: @avarak ;P @addict-with-no-frens @see-it-all-so-clear @sophiemars @mazzelloplots @regional-dream @bowieandqueen11 @crazymindtoclean @thatfairlylocalgay @emodipshitwolf @thatflowerpower @neon-gravest0nes @no-no-no-noo-no @send-emo-memes-pls @thatdamreader @tacobelltylerr @music-save-my-soul  @thatlasthope @lokeynopressure @fall-out-of-formation @multifandommeels @villagegrim @purplendicular

Do it if you want to, if not you’re still awesome and i love you! <3 

[houseplant-unicorn]

[gallusrostromegalus]

American Names for Apple-Derived Liquids and How To Use Them: A Guide

So there’s been some confusion about the “Cider” i reccomend using in the Jesus Tea Recipe, so here’s a clarification post about which apple-based liquids I am and am not referring to

Apple Juice

Description:

clear yellow juice, sweet-smelling, non-Alcoholic.  Tends to have either a pissingly sad amount of Vitamin C, or TONS of it becuase the juice people add it back in after processing it.  Check the label.

Uses: If you can find the 120% DV Vitamin C version, this is great for alleviating cold symptoms (vitamin C doesn’t cure colds but it DOES make you feel better.  You’re still contagious. And sick.)  Check the sugar but can also a good substitute for soda when you’re craving something sweet to drink.  If you don’t have the Cider listed immediately below, you can put this in the Jesus Tea too.

Apple Cider

Description:

CLOUDY yellow-brown juice, NON-ALCOHOLIC. It’s apple juice, but made with the skins left in and not strained as much.  Tends to have better (50-100% DV) vitamin C content, along with important trace minerals, but Always Check the Label.

Description The Second:

Same as above, but with cinnamon, cloves and other spices steeped in it and served hot, especially at your grandma’s christmas party right after you and your cousins have all been playing sled-based Game Of Thrones out in the chest-deep Iowa snow and developing hypothermia before one of the more responisble adults demands you all stop walling Jimmy into an ice cave and come inside. Tastes like something stolen from the gods.

Uses: PUT THIS ONE IN THE JESUS TEA. In the Abscence of POG juice on the mainland, this is the closest thing we have to unicorn blood in terms of curing what feels like death.  Buy three gallons, chug one imediately, pass out for eight hours and sip the next two over the next 24 hours.  If not on death’s door but still cold outside, mull with spices and drink hot and thank whoever stole the recipe form Odin, probably.

Hard Cider

Description:

THE BOOZY ONE.  Apparently sweet for an alcoholic beverage, smells like diabetic skunk piss to me. Typically sold in brown beer-like bottles, and in the US, carbonated.  

Uses: Getting Extremely Fuckt Up, according to Irish Folk Band Gaelic Storm, who definitely know more about getting drunk than I do.

NON-USES:  DO NOT PUT THIS ONE IN THE JESUS TEA. Do not drink alcohol while on cold medications, or any medication really as not only will it prevent the medicine from doing it’s job, it could also potenticall kill you.  Also, Cold medications can interfere with a lot of meds, double-check to see if any medication you might be on is OK to take with cold meds before consuming.

Apple Cider Vinegar

Description:

fermented apple Juice or Cider, depending on manufacturer.  Looks similar to Apple Cider in that it’s brownish and cloudy but smells Bitter and slightly rotted upon opening the bottle.  Because it’s vinegar.

Uses:  Sauces, salad dressings, marinades, mouthwash, spot-cleaning stains, dab it on things you want your pet to leave alone, wipe your houseplants with it to get rid of pests. Hell, my sister uses this instead of shampoo and has flawless Disney Princess Hair so she might be onto something.  You can also add SMALL amounts to the tea if you need the acidity to break up phlegm in your throat or suchlike. but add like, a half teaspoon per cup, MAX.

NON-USES: ACV can be used to clean many thing but due to it’s high sugar content it can’t be used to sterilize things.  So don’t use it to clean cuts or countertops, use regualr antiseptic cleaners for that stuff.  Also don’t drink a whole bunch of it straight? that’s a lot of acid and it’ll give you a hell fo a stomach ache at best.

[lunarhayn]

(Not So) Secret Curls

Alrighty, so I found a post a while ago by @apologieslogan about Logan with long and, well, I just had to write it. I hope you don't mind as I wrote it as romantic CALM cause that's just how I saw it when reading the post.

Basically I had an idea for how I wanted to start and end it...but no idea what do in between that. So it's a little badly done, but I'm really proud of how it turned out. (Also, not good a titles)

Also gonna tag @virgil-has-a-houseplant cause they asked to be and @teacupfulofstarshine cause I think she'll like this.

So yeah, without further adieu, here it is!

WARNINGS: There is a slight food mention...but other than that it's just mostly fluff.

It was a known fact the each of the sides held a common characteristic with their opposite brain side. Both Roman and Virgil held wildly different skin tones from their host (Romans being a much tanner version of Thomas and Virgil being paler) and the fact that they could both draw very well. But while they kept Thomas's straight hair, both Logan and Patton took on a much curlier form of it along with their need for glasses. And much like how the other two had their opposite skin tones, these two like to keep their hair at very different lengths. Patton kept his short and, while everyone thought it would be Roman, Logan kept his longer.

(Although Roman did try long hair once, he claimed it was too much of a hassle to constantly tie it back for battles and would keep falling in his face)

The others rarely - if ever - saw Logan with his hair down. The logical side typically kept it in a low ponytail or a loose bun. And because of this, none of the others knew just how long his hair had become.

Virgil had been the first to notice. He had been on one of his many 1 a.m. nightly snack runs when he had seen the logical sides door cracked open, spilling soft light into the hall. It being a little after 1, virgil is slightly confused as to why his boyfriend - who usually very good about going to bed before midnight - was still up. While his late night planning and working wasn't unheard of, it was still pretty uncommon. And Virgil was curious to see what he was up to. He crept silently to the door and peeked around -

Only to find his boyfriend curled up in a plushy arm chair, fast asleep. An open book had slid onto his lap and his glasses had been pushed up as he leaned into the chair. Virgil gave out a quiet chuckle and went over to the sleeping side, picking up his book and setting it onto his desk before moving back. Only to freeze for a moment.

Logans hair was down. Glasses pushed up to keep the hair out of his eyes while soft curls framed the rest of his face. It had also gotten much longer than Virgil remembered, hanging down a little past his collarbones.

Without thinking, Virgil quickly whipped out his phone to snap a few pictures of the adorable sight before him before pocketing the phone and leaning over to pick Logan up. He carries the side to his bed with ease and giggles as he tries to pry the logical sides finger from his shirt. While he would never admit it, Logan was as big a cuddler as Patton.

After a few minutes, Virgil manages to free his shirt from Logans tight grasp and replaces it with the galaxy themed unicorn plushie Patton had gotten him for Christmas. He places a small kiss to the sleeping sides forehead and shuts off the light, smiling as the glow in the dark constellations appear. Virgil whispers a soft goodnight to his love and continues on his original mission. He is soon back in his bed, snacking on some chips, as he pulls out a small journal and begins to write about his new discovery, a small smile gracing his face.

Patton finds out next a few weeks later. He's come downstairs sometime during the night in order to get some more popcorn and drinks for his Office marathon, only to be stopped as he realizes the kitchen light is already on. He continues on his way, fully prepared to greet Virgil and freezes in his tracks for the second time that night.

Virgils hair was not that curly or that long.

Only one side had hair that long. Patton stared at Logans back as he made something on the counter (Patton would bet his left leg that it probably involved Crofters too). He runs his eyes over the long locks, the unruly curls that stuck out. Swiftly turning around, Patton makes his way back to his room, telling himself he didn't want to startle their boyfriend. Even though all Patton wanted to do was run his fingers through those soft locks now.

Roman, much to the royals dismay, finds out last.

It's just after ten on a Tuesday morning when he literally runs into the other side as he steps out of the bathroom. He goes to apologize and takes one look at his smart boyfriend before running off. Straight to Pattons room where he knows his two other boyfriends will be. Meanwhile, Logan has no idea what the hell just happened. One moment Roman and the next he's gone, damp locks slapping his cheeks as he turns his head to figure out where his creative boyfriend went.

...

"Have either of you two seen just how long and beautiful our nerds hair is?!" Roman exclaimed, causing the two cuddling sides to stare up at him. They shared a look before slowly nodding at Roman. "And neither of you thought to tell me?! My gods, the betrayal!"

Virgil rolled his eyes at their dramatic boyfriend while Patton let out a laugh,"Sorry kiddo. We thought that you knew too. Both Virgil and I found out just last month."

Roman huffed and crossed his arms, muttering something under his breath. It took Virgil a moment to figure out what he had said before the anxious side let out a rare laugh, "Aw, come on! You seriously can't be that jealous of his hair?!"

"Me? Jealous of Logans hair? Heavens no! I simply am upset that Specs decided to keep those beautiful locks away from us for so long. Tis a crime to hide such beauty!"

With another eye roll, Virgil looked at Roman, "He hasn't exactly been hiding it, Princey. He just doesn't wear it down often."

"Oh hush, Winnie the Blue! I can't help it if you don't know how to appreciate wonderfully, gorgeous hair." Roman exclaimed, crawling onto the bed and curling  up on the other side of Patton, "Now, Padre..."

And Virgil just curled up tighter against the dad side, rolling his eyes yet again as his boyfriends gushed over their Nerds hair. But he couldn't stop a small smile from appearing on his face.

...

Logan was confused. It had been quite a while since he had seen any of his boyfriends. Now, for Roman and Virgil that wasn't unexpected as Roman went off on quests a lot and Virgil enjoyed staying in the quiet of his room or someone elses. But Patton was usually out and about more often than not. Whether is was doing house work, cooking, or just hanging put in the living room watching T.V. and cuddling with someone.

But he hadn't seen anyone since running into Roman earlier that day.

So, with a sigh, Logan set his book down on the couch and went off in search of his boys.  He had already determined that none were downstairs, as he had been there most of the day and hadn't seen anyone. Logan made his way up the stairs and turned to Romans room first, knocking on the elaborate white door. After waiting a few moments a receiving no response, Logan pulled open the door slightly and peeked in. The room was dark with no sign of life.

With another quick glance around the room, Logan pulled the door shut and moved on to Pattons room. He was about to knock when he heard the familiar voices drift through, too muffled to make out anything. Ah, so this is where they've been all day, Logan thought, pushing the door to the morals sides room open.

Only to be met with silence.

All the talking stopped as he entered the room. Patton looked...guilty? And Romans face was slowly turning red. Virgil, on the other hand, was looking between Logan and their other boyfriends, an amused look on his face. Logan cocked his head, "I apologize, am I interrupting something I wasn't supposed to be aware of? I'm not quite sure what it could be - as there are no events coming up anytime soon - but I can leave if need be."

And Virgil lost it.

The other three stared at the anxious side in shock. It was extremely rare to here him laugh like this, so carefree like and loud. He was curled into himself, shaking slightly as his face slowly turned red, "You nerd," he gasped, calming down enough to speak, "you absolute dork." And Logan just stared at him, a mixture of shock and confusion on his face.

"We weren't planning or anything. Princey and Padre have just been...well...obsessing over your hair." Romans face was slowly becoming the color of his sash and Patton gave a small, shy smile, "Well, let me rephrase that: Roman, over here, has been obsessing over your 'magnificent locks' and Pattons just agreeing and encouraging." Virgil finished, a sly smirk on his face.

"My...hair?"

"Well, it's just you have the longest out of all of us and it's honestly so gorgeous. And we all just recently found out just how long it's become, but you wear it up so often and I was just curious as to why? Plus, we weren't obsessing," Roman shot Virgil a glare," we were merely discussing just how, well, magnificent it had gotten and all the styles the could be done with it."

"So, obsessing?"

"Quiet, pheasant!"

Logan stared at the three for a moment, "Well, it is at a decent length to do more with it, I suppose. And it's fairly manageable, which is why I haven't cut it." He turned to Roman, "If you wished to try out some styles, I wouldn't be opposed to it."

None of them had ever seen their dramatic boyfriend beam as brightly as he did in the moment.

"Oh, oh, oh!"

"Yes Patton?"

"Do you think you could wear it down a little more often too? It would look sooo good on you."

"Of course."

In all honesty, Logan would do anything to make his lovers as happy as they were at that moment. Especially for that small smile Patton gave. His extremely rare of o pure joy and content.

...

The next time Thomas summoned them, Logans hair was a bit different. He had let Roman pull the top later into a small bun that sat on the back of his head while the rest swung freely about his shoulders.

While Logan didn't say anything about the change, Thomas didn't miss the way he moved his head more, letting the loose curls whip about. And he he didn't miss the look of pride and satisfaction Roman had throughout their entire conversation.

[tapdancingeggs]

Dan and Phil: Interactive Introverts - A Summary (Dallas, TX show)

- first and foremost, SO. MANY. CAT WHISKERS.

- i made some lovely friends in the merch line and we fangirled about supernatural, harry potter, and percy jackson

- it took about 45 mins to get merch, but there was plenty of stuff left!! (i got two tshirts and a poster)

- before the show they played kpop

- g note

- an intro montage reminiscent of TATINOF

- dan and phil can’t survive texas heat (they melted on the walk from the tour bus to the venue; phil has spf 1000 sunscreen)

- phil said y’all

- “what dan and phil WON’T do during the show”

- strip tease

- Truth Bombs ft sound button

- dan doesn’t like phil’s explosion and squat combination

- phil would win a medal from an imaginary sport if it was killing houseplants, tripping over nothing, or professional daddying (???)

- “hello internet. my name is [dan]”

- (collective air brackets)

- DaNgEr MeN aT wOrK

- the flap™

- THE SIMULATION

- phil bought the Unicorn Death Frappe, did NOT sell his soul to satan, and cried himself to sleep while watching Fletnix bc he didn’t have a corgi

- dan died wearing a sloth-bear suit at a furry rave

- mob mentality is Bad

- We Are Carol.

- patch is the best™ dog

- Dan: “Phil has three balls”

- in a glass jar in a locked metal box under dan’s bed is a long sheet of paper with “LADYDOOR FURSUIT CEREAL”

- Phil: “tear and share”

- the great survey

- “the most dangerous thing to ever occur on stage... in texas... at interactive introverts” (to be continued after the break)

- during the intermission they played “the final countdown” and i have never seen so many teenagers head banging in sync all at once

- dan got strapped to a spinning target while phil launched various projectiles at him

- Wholesome Howell and Dark Phil

- Phil: “what if it’s horse milk? or rat milk? or milk from the person who’s giving you the milk?”

- we would all like to drown in a sea of Tiny Happy Puppies

- Dan: “fire me sun daddy”

- The Friendship Test (with electroshocks!!)

- “is it dan, phil, or a rat!”

- phil is the better friend and dan got shocked so hard he “destroyed” the lighting system

- casual talk and texas bants™

- WE WOULD ALL WATCH YOUR ANIME CHANNEL, LEO

- and kay, if you’re out there, be my friend

- synchronized YEEE

- dan made a supernatural reference

- Interactive Introverts Awards (i want to say they called it “monumental i awards, but i honestly can’t remember)

- grumpy parents lol

- a video of a dog running through the snow

- PHIL’S DISS TRACK

- plus two curse words??? (bitch and shit)

- dan played the piano and sang (phil joined in for a little duet)

- “we’re interactive introverts” *CLAP CLAP CLAP*

- ending with the best, sappiest song ever (lowkey teared up)

i totally didn’t write down everything they did, so i’ll probably revisit this post later to add on.

this was honestly one of the best nights of my life, and i’m so thankful i got to see these two dorks live 😊❤️

please add anything you want from your show experience!!

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

how do you feel about he/him lesbians

absolutely valid, 200% amazing

40 notes - Posted January 16, 2022

#4

as children, trying to conquer the “two-bite” brownies by taking as many tiny bites as possible

49 notes - Posted July 4, 2022

#3

there’s a church near my house with one of those digital messageboards and whoever is in charge must be going THROUGH it because they’ve taken to posting inspirational instagram quotes. today it says “don’t forget to drink water and get some sun. you’re basically a houseplant with complex emotions.”

52 notes - Posted August 1, 2022

#2

yall please stop policing what word someone uses to describe themselves . please you sound so fucking dumb.

life hack. if you’re using the word “invalid” to describe a person’s identity? you’re probably fighting the wrong fight.

i saw a carrd saying that someone who ids as an mspec lesbian is transphobic, lesbophobic AND biphobic/panphobic. it proclaimed that bi lesbians who use the sam and are either biromantic homosexual or homoromantic bisexual are not lesbians because they’re attracted to men. but honey?? they’re lesbians if they say they’re lesbians. maybe one person who ids this way may not consider themselves a bi lesbian but if another person wants to? that’s their fucking business and it isnt hurting you so leave them the fuck alone

65 notes - Posted June 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

wishing a happy pride to religious queer ppl today <33 you are valid and your identities do not “contradict” each other and i love you

76 notes - Posted June 2, 2022

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