#madd addam

[readtilyoudie]

“All it takes,” said Crake, “is the elimination of one generation. One generation of anything. Beetles, trees, microbes, scientists, speakers of French, whatever. Break the link in time between one generation and the next, and it’s game over forever.”

Oryx and Crake (MaddAddam, #1) by Margaret Atwood

[toripar]

i've been playing dead (my whole life) by heliamphora

- chapter 7

this fic has literally consumed my soul and breathed life into it again. im obsessed. wenclair nation we ball.

[submi55ive-kitten]

That's so badass that you do beekeeping! How did you get into that?

Ahh! Thank you for this question!

It was something I wanted to get into for a few years. I think it is relatively well known that bees have been dying in pretty alarming numbers. It felt like a way for me to "do my part" and have a neat hobby. My dad used to do it a long time ago and last year I got to get a hive for this first time. Something happened and it didn't make it past the summer. This year we have two and so far things a going really well.

But what really made me want to learn how to keep bees was because a character in one of my favorite books, The Year of the Flood, was a bee keeper. Pilar is part of an eco cult, knows the different uses of plants, cultivates mushrooms, and mentors another character I really like. I think part of the reason I like her character is she's sorta a maternal figure and since I don't have a relationship with my mom that energy is really appealing. I'm rambling now...lol

The Year of the Flood by Margret Atwood

[genderfluid-library]

1, 3 and 4!! 💞💞

Was your OC influenced or inspired by any particular fictional character(s) when you made them?

Carrie got the name Carrie because of Carrie white! Main character to Stephen King's carrie. I have adored Carrie for so long that when making my own oc I watched the movie in the background.

Carrie last name Gomez is inspired by Gomez Addams because of how devoted I made her to Luz. I wanted a character who was hurt but loved so devotedly.

Luz was a recent name change. I kept flip flopping on her name so many times and kept changing it until the owl house came out. I absolutely adore Luz Noceda from the owl house and I couldn't help but imagine if Luz (toh) and Luz (oc) meeting. Before hand Luz would be named after various final girls.

Luz Last name Diaz is from star vs the forces of evil. I loved Marco. My girl. I really wish Marco could have been a trans girl in the show but in regards to Luz, I gave her Marco's last name because shes the most cautious compared to Carrie but does love ghost hunting. She has her fun.

2. What genre (not counting the one they��re in) would your OC thrive in?

I mentioned how bsd would fit carrie and luz to you before but let me talk about Viv and Nova.

I love jjk so i tried to make ocs but did not like the story in the end . then thought about carrie and luz, because i have favs within my ocs but still did not like it.

But what made me realize who would fit, Viv and Nova. Their story is about them dying and becoming demons. In order to keep living they have to punish the living. I can't help but think of Nova and Viv as sorcerers who drifted away after having to deal with curses and how often people died only for Nova to come back and beg for another chance to spend the rest of his days left with her. 4.What media does your character enjoy?

Carrie and Luz are magical girl and superhero lovers. Carrie has a die hard crush on starfire and Luz adores supergirl. They both adore spiderman in horror or more spooky media Carrie and Luz both love the child play franchise and the addams family.

Carrie loves junji ito and emily carrolls comics.

Luz loves Carrie, Coraline and invader zim.

Viv loves the labyrinth movie, the dark crystal series and puppetry in general. She also loves childrens horror media like goosebumps or scarewaves. In her universe she loves the idea of being a future kids nightmare.

Nova- Loves the muppets. Kermit is his icon. The Wizard of Oz and disney movies, His fav princess is mulan. and anything that has to do with alice in wonderland. Including the video game alice maddness returns.

[mogai-headcanons]

Wednesday Addams from Wednesday is an autistic T4T auti4auti aut4aut BPD4BPD lesbian demiromantic asexual edgecute deathcute deadbitch rotgender mortdeic mortidecoric caemetarian anonymortem cadaveric darkgender cursedcoric deathgender abandoe bloodcoric mortugender gendermortuus cemetarian gendermorbid eldryxygender boqorgeerigender witchcoric hellgender thalassogender demongender villaingender vampdaegender greenfiregender lunargirlfriende piantic ravenfriend daroric outcastive sumoureic trans girl with BPD and depression who uses it/its, she/her, and all neopronouns related to darkness, death, and the macabre!

It's dating Enid Sinclair, an autistic T4T auti4auti aut4aut BPD4BPD lesbian asexual alderretraclawic pastelgender gendercute softgender auroracorecesse aesthetigirl lunaroxygender spacecute lesbicute cutehoarder rostelsoftic catgender catcute solargirlfriende hypersexualian translunar snowcute loponic lovescapic elemidatic wintercute wolfcatgirl kifemendic soflowic kittyblepic gardengellic lovedivine werewolfgender werewolfem weregirl adorelady genderlover outcastive sumoureic trans girl with anxiety, BPD, and MADD who uses she/her, cat/cats, fem/fems, mew/mews, love/loves, and 💕/💕s pronouns!

dni link

[gladlypants]

14... and 16 & 17 :~)

14. Favorite book you read this year?

the Madd Addam Trilogy by Margaret Atwood -- first book was a bit of a slog because the main character wasn't very likeable imo, but as a whole they were fantastic.

16. Post a picture from the beginning of the year

17. Post a picture from the end of the year

I assume this means selfies (??), so here are me and my husband in March, and me last month. That's as close as I have to the beginning and the end hehe.

ty for the asks ♥

[wednesdaysgun]

the red means i love you. wednesday x tyler songfic

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AHHH i have a terrible no good fascination with these two. written alongside “the red means i love you” by madds barkley, as it’s simply their song and i dont make the rules. tw for gore, stalking, all that fun shit. also sub tyler. lets go.

Unusual They say strange fascination, infatuation A lunatic Call me what suits your taste, I just wanna taste

Wednesday admits, at first Tyler was nothing special. A getaway driver. A little barista in a town that would not hold her for longer than 48 hours. But the way he spoke, the way he had that smirk etched onto his face. There was something different, hidden just out of reach. The way he bounces off her morbid takes with his own. She wanted to see it. Of course, it’s always more than she bargained for.

Cause my insides are red And yours are too And the red on my face Is matching you

The dance changed her perspective. Changed lots of things, in actuality. When Wednesday emerged from her dorm, dressed in the discounted dress Thing had secured for her, she saw something different in the way he looked at her. He was dumbstruck, settling on a “Wow”, and nothing much else. This wasn’t her plan, but she wouldn’t complain when he looked at her like that. Leaving it to her imagination, but she saw hunger in his eyes. A flash of something, that stupid something that scratched at the inside of his body that Wednesday couldn’t put a finger on. It was driving her more insane than she cared to note. Don’t even get her started on the blood. Well, the paint. Wednesday was still infuriated about that.  But the way Tyler looked in the blood spatter. He wasn’t scared, or confused. He was grinning, ear to ear unashamedly. And the thing is, she was too. They mirrored eachother in a way she could’ve never imagined. The crimson matched him far more than the ice blue shirt that was still stained to this day. Kissing in (blood) rain was her highlight of teenagehood. And goodness you're bleeding What a wonderful feeling You're down and you're pleading My head is just reeling

Kidnapping him had been the highlight of her life, no exaggeration. This thing she couldn’t place was stronger than ever, watching him with lusty eyes. Chained up, to her mercy, it was almost too much for her to handle. Was he really a Hyde? The thought excited her, a real life serial killing monster with a smile like that. Wednesday needed to calm down quick, focus on the case and not what’s going on in the pit of her stomach.  Wednesday respected his resilience, that even when she tortured him with a taser to the neck, his gaze never left hers. His innocent pleas were now becoming boring, she knew it wasn’t true and it was honestly slightly upsetting that Tyler thought this little of her. There was that look again. It was driving Wednesday fucking crazy, grabbing her switchblade from its hiding place up her arm and pushing it harshly against his throat. Tracing his jugular teasingly. He stops protesting his innocence. Tyler gulps, still pretending to be scared, but she’s known and seen enough terrified people. He isn’t scared, he’s excited. Typically, they’re interrupted. The Red means I love you Tasting your blood means I love you The Red means I love you The Red means I love you

Fuck, she loves him. She loves him so much she wants to break the hands of Laurel Gates for ever touching him. Rinse her eyes with bleach for ever looking at him. Render her limbless and unable to run away, so Wednesday can torture her forever. The anger for Tyler and his Hyde is all consuming, and this is the most power she has ever felt. Revenge was always a good look on her, but this was something else entirely. The things she did were pure evil, even by Addams standards.  “How dare she?” Wednesday thinks, seeing pure red. Tyler was hers. Has been from the very moment she was brought into existence. She owned him, and she did not fucking share. Unfortunate They say such a shame, I turned out this way A maniac Well, yeah I get manic when I cause a panic

The grotty Police station was draining Wednesday by this point. The fact that nobody saw Tyler’s wrongdoing was ridiculous, and the fact that this was how it was bound to end sent her reeling. They’d never know she was right. She was so close, it almost made her smile. 

She just wanted to get back to Nevermore. Find some solid proof, if it wasn’t Tyler’s kidnapping there had to be something else. But then she heard the footsteps following her on the tile floor, as she turned to see him asking his father for a moment alone with her. Her heart rate kicked up from it’s usually barely dead beat.

He walked closer, slowly. Drawing it out.

“What do you want.” Give him nothing. 

“To, ask a question..” He still sounds adorable, unsure of where he is going with this. Colour her ensnared. She glares, waiting for him to continue on, “What does it feel like?” 

“What does what feel like?” He could’ve been referencing anything. How did his torture feel? Incredible, but she wasn’t going to say that here of all places. That could wait for when they were alone together next. How did it feel to think he was guilty, when he was innocent? It didn’t feel like anything, because she already knew the truth. No guilt tripping an Addams. His eyes still hadn’t left hers, like he’d stolen them from a young dog and put them in his skull.

“To lose?” Her heart dropped.

Yes. This was it. The excitement she had been waiting for. Finally he had shown her, and she was basking in his filth. She had hardly lost, she felt giddy. Like a little girl with her first Guillotine. 

His waking up naked, covered in blood as she’d seen in her vision. How at first he was clueless and terrified, but slowly leant into his madness. Revelling in his bloodshed. Tasting the fear of his victims. Wednesday wanted to ruin him. Slice his skin off of his body and meet his truest self. Watching him confess, this was not the boy he had pretended to be. No, this one was far more exciting. The evil little monster that lived inside him, she wanted to rip him apart and salvage the taste. Hear his moans, cover him. 

He grew impossibly closer, and Wednesday was slightly thankful he couldn’t see her thighs quiver. She was excited for the first time, just awful timing. He pulls her close, whispering into her ear.  “You have no idea what’s coming.”

And of course I'm excited when I see you around

Tyler’s refuge was nothing like a vacation. Living in the woods as the winter approached heavily. It was cold. Everything was cold. He deserved it. Laurel was dead, cold as ice under the frozen ground. Tyler knew this for a fact as he checked the grave religiously. He wasn’t sure whether the Hyde simply missed it’s forced Master, or whether he was so petrified of showing up and it being gone. Her coming back, controlling him again. The thought made him want to vomit in fear. Being away from Wednesday was his real struggle. The Hyde missed her, too. Nothing from his old life existed anymore, except her. And God, of all the things he committed, she would know how it felt. Wednesday would never hurt him, never judge his actions. She’d uplift them in a sickening way that made him feel warm from the inside out. So, he did what every lovesick teenager does. He stalked her. Tyler watches her from the tree line, making sure she is as well and perfect as ever. Where he first saw a strange yet beautiful girl demanding a quad, he now sees nothing short of a God. A walking Deity he is forced to protect from afar, if anything happened to her, Tyler knew what he would do. Paint the town with her killers blood. Make them scream and beg for forgiveness before taking their life slowly, painfully. He’d take her corpse, of course, keep it with him until she is nothing but bones. He would always protect her.  You leave me high and dry A rush comes to my mind

It comes in Second Year, when Wednesday returns from the Summer, that Tyler refocuses. He, with a stroke of luck, enrols at Nevermore. To stop the bloodshed that could take place unless he was taken in. Wednesday is overjoyed, her favourite little monster can finally return to her life. The first time they see each other again is electric. A knock comes to the dorm Enid and Wednesday share in Ophelia Hall, as the wolf’s ears prick up. She knows immediately, but so does Wednesday.

The door opens, and shows Him. In all his glory. Taller than she remembers, bulkier too. There’s a new look in his eye now, she notes, potentially from his solitary ways of life since the incidents with Crackstone. His hair is still curly and soft, reflecting golden hues under the dim light of the hallway. But his smile is what breaks her, gentle and welcoming even after everything. A hint of madness in the crook of his smirk. Enid excuses herself, presumedly off to tell Yoko.

At the drops Of blood you leave behind

Not a word is spoken, both parties too enamoured with the other to ruin the heavy air of anticipation. Wednesday stands, walking towards him and bringing him into the room. He closes the door, before turning around and seeing her appear inches away from his face. He melts. “What were you thinking.” Wednesday isn’t sure which problem she is referring to, but she’s going to go with the fact that he is here. In her dorm. Alone. With that look. What has he been thinking, allowing himself to be controlled by someone who wasn’t her? Fuck.

“I wasn’t, Wednesday.” He replies immediately, his voice darker than the last time they conversed. It makes her veins twist in her arms deliciously. “I wasn’t thinking, I felt compelled.” “Before you even think about it, I will not be your new Master.” The thought sent shivers through her, she shouldn’t be allowed that power. “I will abuse the power.” Tyler scoffs at this, like she’s preaching to the choir. “What, are you going to break me against my will? Use me as a slave to carry out your whims? Commit atrocities against anyone you want?” He asks, every question grows gruffer. He’s not teasing, he’s asking. He’s whining. He wants her to do these things.

“I don’t need to be your master to make you do any of those things. I do not need to be your master for you to be mine.” Wednesday says, matter-of-factly, “You belong to me. You always have been.”

These words hit him differently, like bullets hitting him in the knees. He’s weak, he’s shaking in front of her pitifully. He wants her to kill him, to bleed him dry and drink it up. To use him until he no longer remembers his own name. He whimpers a soft “Please”, but it’s lost against her lips that clash with his own. Tyler moans into it, his legs going weak and collapsing beneath him. But Wednesday has him, anchoring him against her and keeping him up. She knows him so well.

Run as you might, my love will never, ever Stop

He’s pushed to the bed, he is in pure agony. It’s bliss. Everything she does wrecks his brain, the traipse of her lips on the crook of his neck, the biting of her teeth breaking his skin. Wednesday, a macabre conductor, pulling torturous whines and pleas from him with her ministrations upon his body. She pushes their bodies together, in his lap, Tyler sees stars. It happens so quickly that he never catches up, his eyes rolled into the back of his skull as his hands explore his love’s thighs. It’s all he can bring himself to do as the waves of pain and pleasure crash over him. 

“Wednesday, please.” He cries, “I submit. I’m all yours. Use me.” She stops, coming away from his neck to meet his eyes. Wednesday’s spindly hand wraps fully around the expanse of his throat, and yep, now he’s in heaven. Tyler is the vision of submission, and Wednesday cannot bring herself to stop. His messy hair, eyes blown wide with lust so far you couldn’t even see the blue. His skin is flushed and bruised, his neck nearly bleeding. “Good”, she thinks, “Nobody else will ever forget who he truly belongs to.”

The Red means I love you Tasting your blood means I love you The Red means I love you The Red means I love you

FIN.

[readtilyoudie]

“Immortality,” said Crake, “is a concept. If you take ‘mortality’ as being, not death, but the foreknowledge of it and the fear of it, then ‘immortality’ is the absence of such fear. Babies are immortal. Edit out the fear, and you’ll be …”

Oryx and Crake (MaddAddam, #1) by Margaret Atwood

[a-marlene-s]

Jack Fenton all the way.

Hands down. His fudge is to kill for.

Literally.

How do you think the Fentons are able to afford to tinker away and experiment? All that gusto to fight and the ability to break through walls?

Addams.

The debate truly is.... Is Jack or Madde more of an Addams than the other?

About Deadpool tho, the Addams keep immaculate track of they're family tree (as seen by cousin who intruder)

Oh, I know. If you've seen or read about the play, you'd know that Grandma Addams just appeared one day and hasn't left.

Deadpool had just randomly appeared during a party, and someone accidentally threw a knife at his head. Deadpool simply pulled it out and asked if anyone lost their knife.

That and Uncle Deadpool has a habit of sneaking into the kitchen taking food. Along with appearing along aide of you, offering wisdom while munching on a muffin or cupcake.

[vestiariusium]

Get to know the blogger: do you have short hair or long hair? Do you wear glasses? What’s your favourite colour / food / drink / ice cream flavour animal / season / book / movie / tv show / song? What are you currently reading / watching / listening to? Do you like board games? Do you have pets? Do you have a favourite piece of jewelry? Do you have piercings / tattoos?

Hello Anon, thank you for asking all this questions! I try to answer all of them truthfully:

short hair since two weeks | i wear glasses, but only for working on the computer, watching tv, driving... | my favourite color is green. my favourite food is a family recipe from my grandma called "nockerln" with egg and salad (I think it's autrian kitchen), we only eat it in spring/ early summer when a salad sort named "may king / german Maikönig) has season. my favourite drink is afri cola. my favourite ice cream flavour is citrus and choco and woodruff. my favourite animal is our black cat. my favourite season: actually I love all seasons.

My favourite book is hard to answer, but I have some all time favourites, some books that mean a lot:

Marvin Kaye/Parke Godwin: Masters of Solitude

Kiana Davenport: Shark Dialogues

Jerry Pournelle/ Larry Niven: The Mote in God's Eye

Margaret Atwood: Oryx and Crake /Madd Addam Trilogie

John Brunner: Stand on Zanzibar

and quite some more that are worth an extra post...

my favourite movie is Lord of the Rings and Mr. Nobody. my favourite tv-show, I don't know, as teenager/very young adult it was Supernatural and How I met your mother, but now I don't have any favourite tv-show at the moment. I don't have a favourite song at the moment either.

Currently I am reading One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez. I am watching currently Peaky Blinders.

I like board games, but only with the right people. My family has a black cat that lives inside and outside and two cats which only live outside.

Yes I have a favourite piece of jewelry. It's a gold pendant that was in the family that I got from my parents for my "high school graduation".

No, I don't have any kind of piercing/tattoo. But I have a temporarily tattoo at the moment, that should last about two weeks, it has the shape of a citrus fruit...

[ghostlycozy]

17questions, 17 people

Thanks for tagging me, @mattieandmatter :)

Nickname: most of my friends either call me dude, bro or babe

Zodiac: Sagitarius with Leo rising

Height: 5′2 (1,57cm)

Hogwarts House: Time to cause chaos but I’ve never seen or read Harry Potter (and at this point I don’t plan on it xD)

Last Thing I Googled: “The Addams Family 2″ (it was movie night and you can never go wrong with this movie)

Song Stuck in My Head: this one :)

Number of Followers: 262

Amount of sleep: it depends on whether my insomnia will allow me to sleep or not xD

Lucky Number: 16

Dream job: anything revolving around books

Wearing: Pyjamas

Favourite Song: this one 😍

Favourite Instrument: Harp. The sounds calms me down when my anxiety is really bad

Aesthetic: Dark tones / just anything that doesn’t make me stand out

Favourite Author: Jodi Picoult

Favourite Animal Noise: i honestly don’t know

Random: I’m an extremely negative person. Like the line for negative is low but I manage to lower it even fucking lower

Tagging: @boldlyshamelessfun ; @xtimeforprice ; @queerbacteria ; @queersarcasticcatlady ; @queer-trans-amazon ; @jesuschristimahomo ; @madd-muskan ; @weirdofreakish ; @mushroom-on-a-rock ; @mattieandmatter ; @luzmitys ; @acenerdsbian and anyone else who may wanna do this :)

[allwehearisradiosilence]

Please the way this awoke my goth asexual para-

Goth sex-repulsed ace culture is loving the Addams family but being kinda uncomfortable with Morticia and Gomez’s relationship because it’s just So Sexual

[mogai-headcanons]

wednesday addams is an edgecute, deathcute, deadbitch, rotgender, mortdeic, mortidecoric, caemetarian, anonymortem, cadaveric, darkgender, cursedcoric, deathgender, abandoe, bloodcoric, mortugender, mortuus, cemetarian, gendermorbid, eldryxygender, boqorgeerigender, witchcoric, hellgender, thalassogender, demongender, villaingender, vampdaegender, greenfiregender, lunargirlfriende lesbian trans girl with bpd, autism, and depression. it uses it/she pronouns and all neos related to darkness, death, and the macabre.

it is dating enid sinclair, a pastelgender, gendercute, softgender, auroracorecesse, aesthetigirl, lunaroxygender, spacecute, lesbicute, cutehoarder, rostelsoftic, catgender, catcute, solargirlfriende, lesbian trans girl with autism, anxiety and bpd. she uses she/cat pronouns.

edgecute wednesday anon here, here are some ids i forgor to include in the first ask (sorry!)

wednesday: piantic, ravenfriend, daroric, asexual and demoromantic.

enid: asexual, hypersexualian, translunar, snowcute, loponic, lovescapic, elemidatic, wintercute, wolfcatgirl, kifemendic, alderretraclawic, soflowic, kittyblepic, gardengellic, lovedivine, werewolfgender (pls use the flag by cool-cassius), werewolfem, weregirl, adorelady, genderlover, and has madd. she also uses fem/fems, mew/mews, love/loves, and 💕/💕s pronouns.

the both are also outcastive, t4t, sumoureic, auti4auti, aut4aut and bpd4bpd!

edgecute wednesday anon:

i meant demiromantic not demoromantic, oops

queued! i couldn't find mortuus, but if you lmk where i can i'll get it added

[pirate-patton]

Title: Curiosity Killed the Cat; Satisfaction Brought Him Back Tag List: @undertakershairline @mewsicalmiss @romananalogicality @rose-gold-roman @thegoldenmink @the-prince-and-the-emo @theawesomestofsauces @jellyjam24 @sabriel-fanboy-83 @the-sanders-sides @amazable01 @milk-withtwosugars @bbcanimefangirl @analogically-prinxiety @asexual-trashbag @calz-craze @gayfagg @gracefullyinsanedancingunicorn @phandemoniumclub @virgils-anxiety @natalie-wheres-the-tampons @hrtnsolofytube @greymane902 @ashrain5 @fandom-screamings @mira-jadeamethyst @cefmua56 @colie7700 @madd-catter @leesacrakon @a-blog-just-for-sanders @doesdanielhowelisgay @viva-la-nordics @just-fic-me-up @justanotherpurplebutterfly @thebeautyofthomas

Virgil had a notebook.  A kind of worn out, once black notebook with purple pen scratches all across the front.  The others rarely got to see this notebook, but they were well aware of its existence. For the most part, no one dared to ask what it was for or if they could see it.  No one, not even Patton, was curious enough to risk the little bit of trust and confidence building between them and the anxious side.  

That is…until Virgil got more confident and trusted them more.

The notebook made its way out of his room more and more, finding its way onto the coffee table, dining table, the counters, and the sofa much more often.  Every now and then one of them would catch Virgil with his knees to his chest scribbling away in the book, and just seeing it drove them crazy.

To say that Logan wasn’t dying to know what was in the book would have been the biggest lie ever told in the mind palace.  As the logical side, he was also the side that enjoyed learning the most.  Learning, observing…dying of curiosity.  Secrets were not his thing.  They were not his “jam.”  What was his “jam” was figuring out why Virgil hid the notebook when he was using it.

And now, he had an opportunity.

“Be right back,” Virgil mumbled.  The anxious side hopped up from his spot on the other end of the sofa and dragged his notebook into his spot.  Logan watched him leave and round the corner to his room, and it didn’t take long for all of that curiosity to come rushing to the forefront of his mind.

What could be in this mysterious notebook?  Drawings?  Logan thought of all the possibilities for Virgil Drawings.  From a Tim Burton-esque style all the way down to an Invader Zim style. Mainly monsters or gore…or possibly he’d be full of surprises and fill the notebook with drawings that calmed him? Kittens, puppies, maybe a few koalas or red pandas?  Or maybe he was a classic early 2000s emo child and filled his notebook with stitched-up, bandaged-up, and bleeding hearts?  

Perhaps the notebook contained his thoughts.  What a trip that would be.  Thoughts and analyses of ever scenario Thomas encountered.  It’d probably be a mish-mash and assorted lists of words indecipherable to anyone but Virgil.

But then…Virgil had said before that he wrote.  Sonnets, at least.  Could this notebook be his writings…?

Logan caught his hand gravitating toward the book, and he snatched the offending digits back against his chest.  No, he couldn’t.  He would not be the first to break.  Virgil would share the contents of the book when he felt he was ready, and Logan would just have to respect that.  

…But he wouldn’t even know if Logan took a quick peak just to see what Virgil used the notebook for…

…But that would still be abusing Virgil’s trust.  He left the book there out of trust.  

…But-!

“I’m back,” Virgil announced, throwing himself down on top of the book.  He pulled it back out from underneath himself and opened it up to wherever he’d left off. “Needed a different blue.”

Ah.  Drawings. Had to be.

…Right?

Logan’s curiosity had yet to die off a week later.  All four of them sat around the dining table for breakfast, and after eating they all stuck around the kitchen, taking the day as a lazy day.  Virgil stayed sat at the table hunched over his notebook, a purple pen in his hand this time.  

Logan watched him, barely paying attention to Roman as the creative side spat off about whatever adventure he’d been on the day before and how he’d hurt his neck rescuing some…royalty, Logan assumed.  No matter, it wasn’t like there’d be a quiz.

“Are you even listening to me, Logan?!” Roman whined.

“What?” Logan turned to face him, holding back laughter at the frustrated look on Roman’s face.

“While you simply read about these kinds of adventures, I’m living them!” Roman exclaimed in that whiny voice of his that Logan so detested.  “Why, you’re more interested in whatever Wednesday Addams over there is doing than my actually interesting story!”

“Falsehood, I was paying neither of you any mind!” Logan insisted.  At this point, Virgil had looked up, squinty-eyed as ever, to figure out what the heck was going on with these two.  Logan looked over at him when he heard a snicker, and he caught sight of lines and lines and lines and lines of words.  So, he didn’t draw in the notebook; it was for writing.

…But writing what?!

Before he could figure it out, Virgil flipped the book shut and got to his feet, tucking the notebook in his jacket.  “I’m gone; you two are way too noisy.”

“Look what you did, Roman.”

“ME?!”

“Alright, you two, who wants to help me make muffins?!” Patton called as he bound into the dining room holding up a recipe book.

Now Logan was just getting frustrated.  He’d been so good up to this point!  Now he had a glimpse of the inside of the notebook and all of its overwhelming amounts of blue and purple and green writing, and he desperately wanted to read it.  Unfortunately, the unmade muffins were getting the brunt of his anger.  

“Logan, be careful stirring the blueberries!”  Patton’s increasingly shrill concern snapped Logan back, and he looked down at the bowl before deciding that, yep, he’d done a good job mixing.  “I will take that…” Patton said, slowly removing the bowl from Logan’s hands.

Logan groaned and dropped his head onto the counter, gently banging his forehead against the corner.  He couldn’t take this anymore.  He was going to lose it.

“Is there any reason you’re suddenly so grumpy?” Patton asked as he scooped the muffin batter out into paper liners.  

“It’s…nothing…” Logan said.

“Now you and I both know that’s not true.  Has it got something to do with Virgil’s notebook?”

“You’ve noticed…”

“Well, it’s not every day you lose control of your curiosity, Mr. Calm and Collected.”  Patton had a point, Logan supposed.  Why did Logan care so much?  Before this point he’d chalked it up to him being naturally curious as apart of who he was, but now…  “Why don’t you just ask Virgil if you can read it?”

Logan shook his head rapidly, crossing his arms and leaning against the counter heavily.  “Curiosity killed the cat, remember,” he said.

“Ah, but satisfaction brought it back.”  Patton smirked and gave Logan a wink, nudging his side to make Logan move away from the drawer he needed in.  “If you don’t want to ask him, fine.  But I’m sure he’d share…”

“Why do act so confident about that?”

“No reason…”  The grin on Patton’s face was more than concerning, but Logan could only take one obsession at a time.

Logan stood in the doorway to the commons room just watching Virgil scribble away in his notebook.  He had to ask, just say something to end this yearning.  But…why was he so nervous?  His stomach felt off, not sick, but wrong, the longer he watched Virgil write.  

Virgil moved and rested his cheek in his right hand, and wow now it looked like he was doodling.  Logan covered his mouth to fight off a smile, wondering why in the world Virgil was so cute like that.  This was all too much; Logan had to put an end to it.  Ugh.

“Verge – Virgil,” Logan called, making the anxious side jump.

“Just use an air horn next time, why don’t you!”

“My apologies,” Logan said, moving farther into the room. He gingerly took a seat not too far from Virgil, just an arms’ length between their knees, and he looked at the notebook.  Virgil followed his eyes and snatched the book, slamming it shut.  “So…” Logan started, daring himself to just ask already, “…what is it that you fill that mysterious notebook of yours with?” he asked slowly.  Finally, finally the words were out and the answer, be it rejection or truth, was right in front of him. Hallelujah.

“What does it matter to you?” Virgil asked, guarding the book with his knees.

“Well…”  Think of a good reason!  “As we are all making a better effort to get to know you and include you, I should think that a good way to do just that would be learning about what you can and do put to paper.”  Nailed it.

“Ummm…”  Virgil’s eyes darted back and forth, never landing on Logan.  He concentrated them on his socks eventually, going silent. Logan could watch the gears turning in that nervous mind, and his heart ached to know what was going on in there. Gah, what was wrong with him?!  “I –“  Oh? “I guess there’s some stuff you can look at…”  

…Satisfactory.

Logan watched as Virgil flitted through the pages, scanning quickly yet carefully each one until he found one he was willing to share. Virgil handed the book over and dropped his face so only his eyes were visible over his knees.  Logan greedily looked over the page, taking in every single thing about it.  

The page was very brittle, very fragile.  How old was this notebook?  So many things on the backside of the page had been scratched out and scribbled out, to the point that holes poked through to the side he read.  Navy blue ink filled his page, which was good because at least he could comfortably read navy blue.  Then, with the page absorbed, he could finally read.

…Poetry.  Huh. And not sonnets.

Keeping me grounded must be an awful job, Though you do it well. I’m whiny, insufferable, and unbearable, But you take on my personal Hell And give me a minute at most in your Heaven.

“OK, that’s enough!” Virgil snatched the book away, face red as could be.  

It wasn’t enough, it couldn’t be enough.  Five lines that read like that was basically a cliffhanger, and it wasn’t fair.  But, Logan had to respect Virgil’s boundaries. No matter how frustrating they were. Maybe…maybe he could test his limits? “You are a very good writer, Virgil,” he said.

“Thanks, I guess…” Virgil mumbled, tucking the notebook back into his jacket.  

“You must write from experience?”  There, Logan threw out his line, and he hoped Virgil hooked on.  

“Yeah, what else would I have?  Roman’s the creative one…” Virgil said.  His sleeve found its way into his mouth and he looked at the ground. Great, he was anxious and uncomfortable, and he was making Logan feel bad.  

Just.  Not bad enough.

“Who were you writing about in that poem?” Logan asked.

“…It doesn’t matter.”

Oh, but it did.  It very much did matter who Virgil was writing about, because it was killing Logan.  He was sure he’d burst any minute and now he understood exactly how those curious cats felt when they were ready to just die.

“Well, it must matter if whoever it was does so much for you,” Logan said.  

“Don’t worry about it!”

“And that is supposed to make me not?”

“Really just – it doesn’t matter, Logan!”

“Then why do write them to mean so much?!”

“Because I just felt like it!”

“Well if you felt like it, then you must believe the words you put down, which means –“

“Would you stop!”

Logan shut up.  Clamp – jaw screwed shut – no more talking for him.  He really wanted to ask why it was big deal, but he refrained.  An angry Virgil was a dangerous Virgil. Possibly.  None of them had ever seen him truly angry.

“Look…” Virgil took a deep breath and brought back out his notebook.  “Everything in here is really personal.  I just…I dunno why I even let you look at it at all; I guess I trust you, but…maybe not for everything.”

Well, just rip out his heart and stomp on it.  Not like Logan wanted that useless thing, anyway. “You can trust me.”

Virgil bit his lip, nearly tearing a hole in it if his force was anything to judge by.  God, why couldn’t he just trust Logan with all of his secrets, PLEASE Virgil!

“It’s you.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“The poem, you idiot!”

Oh.  Oh!  Oh. That explains a lot.  “May I read the rest of it, then?” Logan asked, hoping with all his hope that Virgil would say yes.  

“I…nu-uh.  Not – not yet.”

He should’ve assumed that answer.  Of course, Logan still had to be there for Virgil.  He had to live up to the poem and be what Virgil saw in him. His anchor, the one that grounded him. The one that gave Virgil a piece of Heaven.

“I will not pry any more, I promise,” Logan said, pretending his useless hunk of heart didn’t leap when Virgil gave him a smile.  “So, would you want to watch a movie?”

“Wanna watch Scooby Doo?” Virgil asked.

“If that is what you want, then yes.”  

It didn’t take long for the two to get comfortable on the sofa, Zombie Island starting on the television.  Virgil slumped against Logan, resting his head on the logical side’s shoulder.  Logan rested his head on top of Virgil’s, and he now realized what was exactly meant by the end of that famous phrase.  No, he didn’t get all of his answers, and he still had questions, but for the moment he was happy with what he knew.  Virgil trusted him with a little snippet of his mind, and nothing could be more satisfying in that moment than that.

A/N: HA YOU THOUGHT THEY WERE GONNA MACK ON EACH OTHER DIDN’T YOU maybe one day. this is so long. i haven’t written something this long in forever. my brain hurts

[scissorstoariadne]

He hikes doggedly onward, muttering to himself. The forest blots up his voice, the words coming out of him in a string of colourless and soundless bubbles, like air from the mouths of the drowning. The laughter and singing dwindle behind him. Soon he can’t hear them at all.

Margaret Atwood, Oryx and Crake

[readtilyoudie]

His time, what a bankrupt idea, as if he’s been given a box of time belonging to him alone, stuffed to the brim with hours and minutes that he can spend like money. Trouble is, the box has holes in it and the time is running out, no matter what he does with it.

Oryx and Crake (MaddAddam, #1) by Margaret Atwood