#qpr lamp

[pastry3]

school doodles (^ᓀ^)

[bestpolyshipbracket]

Best QPR Ship Group 4 Round 3

[kai-the-creature]

(check tags for cw/tw)

I’ve learned so much about my headmates throughout the past few weeks, and holy crap is it a mixed bag in here

maple—who we all thought was very clear-headed and rational—is actually a psychedelic user and a huge hippie (we found this out when listening to lucy in the sky with diamonds, smoke you out, and starman (although she only uses natural psychedelics and will never use other drugs))

princess is very good at crafts (I mean, she thinks she is, but the body isn’t the best at fine motor activities, so that sucks) and especially loves beading. he’s also a huge fan of scenecore and bright clashing colours (which is also unfortunate because the body’s eyes are sensitive to bright lights and colours)

ty is posic and objectum (all attractions except for sexual), and specifically loves lamps, fidget toys, plushies, radios, jewelry, and musical instruments. it’s also a big fan of punk and grunge stuff (which makes me good friends with mae! -📺📚)

red is obsessed with music, and probably has headphones on 24/7. turns out her favourite instruments are drums and cymbals (because they’re loud and powerful just like me >:3 -🐦‍🔥🏔️), but she loves all instruments in general (if you’ve ever played or seen the game ape out, that’s aer whole vibe)

fin and red may be in a qpr—but even if they aren’t, they absolutely love eachother. whenever I picture fin, I see red right beside fin (usually on her back between her wings). they really compliment eachother as being such opposites, but they get along very well and are both so fond of each other. (I’m not dating aer though!!! if you say we’re dating, red will get really angry and I’ll be embarrassed -🐾🧣)

flax is very fond of all things in nature, but thing seems to love bugs in particular. thing gets really upset when it sees someone wanting to kill a bug, and is the one to co-front when people ask us to “take care” of a bug in the house (which usually means putting them in a container and taking them outside). it loves beetles and spiders the most, and will happily watch youtube videos or documentaries about bugs all day if it could.

Something… uh… we don’t really have much on Something. it apparently doesn’t like colours, and is seen as being completely monochromatic. other than that… it’s just kinda the same as always. (also I almost was persuaded by Something to relapse… luckily I was strong enough to withstand it and just scraped my fingernails against my arms instead (the body’s fingernails are pretty much always stubs so it didn’t cause any lasting damage))

[l3xdrigo]

"Finally, home" Regulus slumped back lazily onto a chair in Vertin's office, both her and Vertin have just returned from a long day of another grueling field mission, seriously when are they going to get a break.

Vertin has already sat down and begun writing the report, her coat hanging in the boat rack and her signature top hat off her head. The only light in the room is a small desk lamp and the moonlight on the fake sky of the suitcase. Regulus sat there with her hat over head, she decided to adjust it a bit to see a bit more, looking in front of her, she sees the ever so stoic timekeeper writing away, basking in the moonlight as it highlights how elegant and beautiful the timekeeper truly was. Her silver-gray tied into a bun was slightly a bit more messy and unruly, some strands flowing down to the side of her face. Her eyes nearly shining in the darkness and some of the freckles on her face like stars in the sky.

Regulus stared at Vertin for awhile, she wasn't sure if the tiredness finally got to her as thoughts slipped out of her mouth

"You're really pretty and gorgeous yknow that"

Upon realizing what she just said, she froze up and stared at Vertin for a bit, who stopped what she was doing and looked at Regulus with a puzzled yet quite a bit flustered face

"I mean, what I meant to say was, I can see why Sonetto and some other lads took a liking to you, not just by your personality I guess.. But your looks as well." Regulus quickly tried to defend herself, covering her face with her hat as she felt embarrassed about what she just did. Vertin finally composed herself and let out a small laugh.

"Thank you Regulus, I think you're really pretty as well"

She had a sincere smile over her face, *Someone kill this pirate already* Regulus thought as she sank deeper onto the chair and her hat.

(Or Qpr Reguvert brainrot has hit me again)

Bonus

Regulus wakes up in Sonetto's arms as Sonetto runs to get out of her from danger, stopping a few times to attack some Manus followers. She looked so fierce yet composed, her orange hair was a bit of a mess as it flows through the wind, a few blood stains her face. "You look so beautiful right now" yep, the concussion got to her, she might as well die in Sonetto's arms because there's no way she's recovering from that. Sonetto looks at her with a flushed face but immediately shakes it off "Regulus! Thank goodness you're alright" as Sonetto continues to head back, she quietly says "also.. thank you for the compliment Regulus, I think you're beautiful yourself"

Yep, she's gonna pass out now and never wake up, nope

(Again, can be viewed as platonic or romantic)

(The three of them are currently taking over my life and I may have started a new crackship in my brain)

[graysonnightwing]

pink-tinged days

@dailystobin -> stobin week day three: favorite au -> QPR marriage

(this is a continuation of my platonic marriage series! the only thing you really need to know is Birdie is their adopted daughter.)

Chapters: 1/1 Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Additional Tags: Dungeons & Dragons, Marriage, Adoption, Found family, Fluff, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, POV Robin Buckley, Post-Season/Series 03, Stobin Week 2023 Summary: In 2000, Erica is home from law school for Christmas Break, and Scoops Troop reunites for a game of D&D.

It’s late when Sir Stephen of Hawkwing’s Realm finds the witch’s hut nestled deep in the darkwood. An owl hoots noisily overhead; the thick canopy hides the stars and the moon. Sir Stephen lifts his lamp higher.

Her hut is buried in overgrown brambles and creeping ivy. The thatch roof is nearly clouded in smoke pouring from the chimney; the shimmer of warding magic glimmers in his lamplight as he approaches. The shining eyes of an animal watching him catches the light, and he swings his lamp quickly in its direction to scare the beast away. Just a raccoon, more than likely, but there are far more dangerous things in these woods and he’s ill equipped at the moment for an encounter.

His sword and shield are tucked away against a nearby tree. The miserable crone back at the village’s instructions for getting past the wards were clear. “You must carry no weapon and no defense.” His shining steel plate armor, embossed with the symbol of the ancients to whom he pledged his life, is also leaning against the tree.

He approaches the hut in his loose silk tunic and tight linen pants, his boots treading softly against the grass. He reaches his lamp through the ward first, testing, before the rest of him follows. 

It’s warmer on this side of the ward, but Sir Stephen still approaches the door with caution. The firelight in the glazed windows flickers and burns as he raised his hand to rap on the door.

It swings open, and on the other side is a tall, willowy elf, with dirty blonde hair cropped just below her ears and piercing blue eyes. She’s leaning against a dark, gnarled wizard’s staff, well worn in the middle where her hand grips.

“Come,” she says, her voice high and accented.

The house is warm and cluttered. Spell components lay in nearly every direction he can see—a jar of pickling newt eyes, drying herbs from every corner of the globe hanging from the ceiling, dragon claws and hippogriff beaks lining shelves, wet black squid tentacles in a bucket in the corner. Glowing potions, sparking magic items and shimmering mage’s robes are thrown all over the place.

Still, the stew bubbling in the cauldron above the fire smells divine, and she’s made no move towards him. She goes back to the cauldron and points to the table, where a teenage human girl sits waiting. 

“Sit,” the witch says. “I’ll be with you in a minute.”

Sir Stephen sits. The teenager watches him closely, but doesn’t speak.

“I’m in a hurry,” Sir Stephen says. “If you could hear me out now—”

“You can’t rush good soup,” the witch replies.

Sir Stephen huffs and leans back in his chair.

The teenager next to him clears her throat. Her back is straight in her chair and she’s looking at him intently.

“Hi,” he says. “I’m Sir Stephen of—”

“Daddy,” Birdie interrupts, laughing. Birdie’s laugh is Robin’s favorite sound. “You can’t play with your own name. It’s supposed to be pretend.”

She’s eight and learning how to have an attitude from both her Uncle Dustin and her Auntie Erica, who she’s currently sitting in between. They’re at Steve and Robin’s, huddled around the kitchen table, finally introducing D&D to Birdie while Erica is home from law school on Christmas vacation. She’s DMing and starting them off with Steve’s paladin. It’s supposed to be a short arc, just a few hours here and there during Erica’s break.

“Your dad always plays as Stephen,” Erica says with an eye roll. “He’s uncreative—don’t let it rub off on you.” Birdie nods solemnly, her eyes wide. She takes everything Erica says so seriously.

“He’s played a paladin or a knight every. single. time. we’ve ever played,” Dustin adds.

“At least your mom is branching out,” Erica adds. “She’s always a bard.”

“I happen to like bards,” Robin says haughtily. “Everyone else is just jealous because they can’t play any actual instruments when they play a bard.” Robin remembers ten years ago, playing with Erica and Dustin and busting out her trumpet whenever she needed to cast a spell.

“Whatever,” Erica says. “If you bring out that trumpet again I’m throwing it away.” 

Robin laughs.

“No more talking,” Birdie complains. “Let’s play.”

“Alright, alright,” Erica says. “Where were we?”

“I’m Sir Stephen of Hawkwing’s Realm,” he says. “I’m here to ask the witch for a potion.”

“I’m Princess Lily-Daisy and I’m from Roseland,” the teenage at the table says. “I’m here to—wait, why am I here?” Birdie asks Erica.

“You need the witch’s help undoing a curse on your kingdom,” Erica explains, and Birdie repeats it in the British accent she’s been practicing with her uncle Dustin all week. It’s so exaggerated that Robin thinks it might actually be bordering on offensive to the English, and she hides a smile behind her hand. Birdie was nervous enough about it, which is why Robin’s doing her silliest voice, high and accented with Robin’s worst French accent, the same one Steve uses when he impersonates his mom.

“Princess,” Sir Stephen says and flourishes his hand into a bow. “What curse has befallen your land?”

“It’s always nighttime,” Princess Lily-Daisy says. “It’s cold and dark and my people are all asleep.” Birdie peaks over at Erica to make sure that’s okay, and Erica gives her a thumbs up.

“A sleeping kingdom?” The witch says. “I believe we will need to travel to your land to lift that curse.”

“My potion first, witch” Sir Stephen says with a snarl.

“You may address me by my name, sir paladin,” the witch says. “It’s Sparrow.” 

Steve next to her the table laughs, so loud and sudden that Dustin nearly jumps. 

“Hey,” Birdie says smiling. “That was almost my name.”

“Sure was,” Steve says and winks at her, which always makes Birdie giggle.

“And thank God they changed their minds,” Erica says, leveling a look at the two of them. It’s funny now to think how their Birdie was almost their Sparrow.

“You’re Birdie,” Dustin agrees. “Definitely not Sparrow.” 

Birdie’s nose wrinkles, and she shakes her head. “Definitely not Sparrow,” she agrees.

“Anyway,” Erica says and continues her narration.

Sir Stephen waits for Sparrow to finish her stew before she sets bowls in front of the princess and the paladin.

“Now,” Sparrow says. “You will get your potion Sir Stephen, but only after you’ve helped me lift this curse on the Princess’s realm. I think we’ll need the ancients’ help for this one.”

Sir Stephen agrees, and the three wait until morning before leaving the witch’s home. The sunrise filters in through the darkwood’s canopy overhead as Stephen puts his plate armor back on and secures his sword and shield. Princess Lily-Daisy retrieves a bow and quiver, slinging them both across her back as they make their way towards Roseland.

Half a day’s walk into their travels, they crash into a fleeing man, who says, “Run!” They all race down the path after they hear a monstrous roar behind them as a horde of Kobolds emerge from their cave and give the heroes chase through the forest.

Finally, the paladin and witch stop and face the horde, the witch casting shielding spells as the paladin cuts through the Kobolds. The princess deals the final blow to the horde with an arrow through the eye of the leader.

The witch traps the man in an unbreakable hold as the princess turns to interrogate him.

“Why were they chasing you?” She says.

“No reason,” the man says, voice tinged with the same Roseland accent the princess has.

“I’m your princess—tell the truth or I’ll throw you in prison.”

“Woah,” Steve says next to Robin, looking at Birdie with an amused expression. “No trial or anything? Just straight to prison?”

Birdie smiles and looks up at Dustin. “If he doesn’t tell the truth! I’m the princess and I can put whoever I want into jail.”

Erica laughs next to her. “As a law student I have to say that’s not fair,” she says, “but as your auntie I say that makes perfect sense.” Birdie snuggles into Erica’s side and sticks her tongue out at Steve.

Princess Lily-Daisy interrogates the man until he finally confesses to stealing gold from the Kobolds. 

“For your crime, I sentence you to helping us,” the princess says as the witch releases her bonds on the man, a rogue they learned is named Radcliffe. 

“Very well, my princess,” Radcliffe agrees. Dustin next to Birdie stands and gives her a deep, dramatic bow. Birdie smiles, and everything turns pink, like the room is glowing with the love Robin has for these people beside her. Robin lays her head on Steve's shoulder, watches as Birdie laughs at her Uncle Dustin, still cuddled up into Erica's side.

“The party sets out,” Erica says, “as the noon sun beats down on you and the realm of Roseland waits for rescue.”

[tulipanthousa]

your reblog about sex just being another thing you might do with informed consent to make your partner happy is making me think interesting thoughts about your verse with ace Janus and dukeceit (the one with pining QPR LAMP in the background). bc it sounds like that's EXACTLY what Janus was doing!

"I don't hate this and it makes you happy and I know exactly what goes into it so I have no objections." and the only reason it was an issue was that neither of them really knew the context around it re: Janus being ace, so they were both worried about rejection

do you have any thoughts on what Janus and Remus might do about sex going forward? would they stop having it altogether or would it become a "making seafood paella for your birthday even though I don't enjoy shellfish" type treat?

i think for a while (maybe a few months) they dont have sex, just to give janus a chance to firm up his sense of boundaries and what he's okay with, but after that i definitely think its that kind of situation.

i actually think they might have more sex when it gets settled, just because its SO much less stressful for Janus when he doesnt have to put on an act about it. sex is fine, it feels good, but not having to Convince His Partner How Into It He Is makes it so much easier to for him just relax and treat it like what it is to him, which is basically an optional warm up before cuddling lol

[saturday-byte]

I wonder how those three objects eventually got into a relationship after all their shenanigans, maybe they just really liked each other and went "oh hey let's all just date" and suddenly they kissed

I've been thinking about this and Honestly I think it just. Kinda Happened

After all that time of being trapped in such a bizarre place with only each other for good company (maybe besides lamp but you know how he is) they got so close people just started assuming they were together, which at first they were probably thrown off by it but then went "ykn what maybe we are". And then they kissed

Nah but fr their relationship feels a lot like a trauma bonded friend group/ QPR with a lot of physical affection and the occasional kiss

[selfshipgushing]

🥀🧪 inspired me so imma do my f/o list but they have hilarious descriptions:

Spoiled guy who forced others to build a square (plot twist he discovered electric chair)

Breaking bad but green hair and pronouns

Is a human but looks like a backrooms monster

Imprisoned for being too annoying

Ex prince trans icon wait what is he doing on my f/o list anyways nice arms you got there

My qpr is a drunk lamp and my besties are demon who lost his brother but we will never know why bc the creator gave up on his project and someone who could literally kill for some donuts that's all hope you enjoyed

(⭐️✝️ starcross anon)

mine is so ridiculous. weird anthropologist who is definitely not a serial killer

[snapvalentine]

"i have a different definition for a lovers' quarrel"

aka: ive been thinking so very hard abt aro volo lately. also have a small headcanon that despite being aro, he still likes sweet lil love stories very much, its like a guilty pleasure

i think a lot abt how hes clearly a very social, chatty person and how much hed Love to share his interests, and still purposefully has to isolate himself to keep safe and keep himself from developing any bonds and how much that has to ache for him waaa.... my guy loooongs, he longs for a QPR.

hjfhsk Anyway small drabble below

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In some ways, Volo was thankful most did not pry into him. Most would shrug their shoulders at the notion of him ever ‘settling down’, say he was in love with his work. Married to his studies. And in some ways, maybe so. In some ways, it was all he had. The only way to find the very right human connection that Volo, and only Volo, had longed for. Amateur anthropology.

Still, some would craft their own stories of a lonely man who had yet to find Mr. or Mrs. Right. A man who either struggled to find his perfect match, or a man who buried himself in his work so deeply that he had always missed the true love that would come along and ‘fix’ him (see: make him normal. palatable). Well. They weren’t quite accurate calling him a man either, but they weren’t too off the mark to say he struggled.

Volo would uncover lost stories of fated friends who had only ever had each other, fighting through tasks ordained by strict Gods. Stories of young men reliving better times as they bled out together after senseless battle. Volo had found himself over and over and over again in Celestican tragedy and ancient theater and scripts, feelings he could never put into words, and even with his desires splayed out before him, still could not write it for himself.

He would wonder if that companionship was ever meant for someone like him. To hold and be held by another and laugh together. To share food and bed and story and hardship in a way simply not meant for lovers. To simply be with another. To share their journeys together. For stories to be intertwined.

The words were splayed before him, but he could not write it himself. 

He imagined the villagers of Jubilife shrugging again. Deeming him as merely ‘nontraditional’ and choosing to safely remain as merchant and customer and nothing more. Volo would shut his eyes and exhale. He’d put out the oil lamp and put his thoughts to sleep, and he’d go to bed alone again.

[sky-kenobye]

Nine people I'd like to get to know better

Thanks @cottonraincoat for tagging me!

Last song: into the unknown, from frozen 2

Favorite color: blue

Last tv show: Ahsoka!

Sweet/spicy/savory: hmm 🤔 I have a sweet tooth but i have an easier time eating savory stuff so idk. I guess I'll go with savory

Relationship status: I'm honestly not sure. I'm in a qpr but we've grown so distant that I'm not sure we still are even though we haven't officially ended it 😬

Last google: halogen lamps

Current obsession: my long term current obsession is star wars obviously lol. My short term current obsession is painting my sewing box

I'm tagging @palfriendpatine66 @kingdomvel @fangeek-girl @ineffableobikin @tideswept @ineffable-snowman @yourfavoritefridge @somethingsteff @residentmiddlechild (no pressure of course)

[hyperfixation-symposium]

HI KADE ILY/p

Last song:

Spring and a Storm by Tally Hall!! Wanna make an animatic for it for one of my fics...

Favorite Color:

Blue!!! I love all shades and types of blue :3

Last Show/Movie:

Lego Monkie Kid! I'm watching it with a friend of mine but have been rewatching the first season as I'm impatient and VERY excited for us to finish season 3!

Sweet/Spicy/Savory:

I've had a bit of a sweet tooth recently but I'm savory 100%! I adore it...

Relationship status:

In the world's most chaotic QPR made to confuse everyone around us. But especially my parents.

Last Google search:

Yoshi falls chicken nugget.

Some things cannot be explained. Yoshi falls chicken nugget is not one of them. It's a chicken nugget shaped like Yoshi falls.

Current obsession:

Outer wilds/Lego Monkie Kid! I've written my longest fic ever for outer wilds and currently in the editing stages! I've also been convincing a ton of people to play it and dragging more people in >:) having loads of fun watching LMK with a friend of mine!!

(these answers seem familiar? I answered this on my main too!! Thank you Kade for the @, I'll get you back soon >:) )

Tags:

@shadowfloofster @angel-astre @zerosalt @kays-artstuff @shimmer-lamp @pupstim anyone else who'd like to join, getting you!

Nine people I'd like to get to know better

WOOPS I did not have time to do this for the past like, week but I've been wanting to bc I love silly little memes like this. Tytyty @ithillia for the tag :3

Last song: All Our Bruised Bodies And The Whole Heart Shrinks by La Dispute (It makes me think about Fives and it hurts so fucking much) 

Favorite colour: GREEN!! and also blue 

Last movie/TV Show: TCW of course, I had a Bad Autism Time™️ and my gf put on the fucking Umbara Arc to calm me down. It worked like a charm what the fuck is wrong w me lmfaooo. 

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: All of the above but spice hurts me. I do it anyway tho, mama raised a little bitch but she didn't raise a quitter lmfaoo. 

Relationship status: So fuckin down bad for my girlfriend hhh 

Last thing you googled: fuckjgn AO3 LMAOOO 

Current obsession: clonesclonesclonesclones forever. I haven't had a special interest/hyperfixation this deep since I was like 12-14 so like this is one of the most important things in my life tbh. Specifically like thinking about how their culture would work, and their solidarity, internal conflicts, shared trauma and how that would relate to those things. Their ideas about personal and cultural identity and how that would vary individually. Things like how their upbringing must have felt, how that affected them and who they became later in life, the things they're taught vs what they truly come to believe once they're out on the field, the psychological effects of O66 on the clones who survived and the devastating impact it must have had- Bro stop me or I'll keep going forever like. I'm in deep and tbh? I wouldn't change it for the world. 

NPT: LMFAO bold of this title to assume that I know 9 people on this site, or am brave enough to tag ppl I haven't talked to often fhsjdmksmf SO if you see this consider yourself tagged. Yes, You. idc if we've never talked It's probably bc I'm too baby, so (unless u don't feel like it) do it 👀 also @mamuzzy and @whatislifewithoutangst if y'all haven't already and wanna do this here u go! 

[birdsongisland]

Hi ! Here is my second contribution to the big bang by @ts-storytime where i was paired up with @because-were-fam-ily for their amazing fic ! Heed the warnings as usual but it is a mostly fluffy fic with characters using different sets of pronouns and having different kinds of relationships with each others. I just loved it so much, please give it a read if you can !

[ID: a digitally colored ink drawing of Virgil and Logan sitting next to each other in the café. Logan is reading and Virgil is looking at them with tears in faer eyes, resting faer hear in faer hand and still holding a cleaning rag in the other. Virgil has long hair dyed purple, a light purple shirt and a blue apron with a cupcake logo, Logan has short dark brown hair held back with star bobby pins, they're wearing a light blue shirt with a checkered dark grey vest. Around them are two wooden tables with blue chairs, a corner with a coffee table and bean bags, a pride flag on the wall and fairy lights near the ceiling./end ID]

[ID: a digitally colored pencil drawing of logan and patton on the couch. the room is dark and illuminated by the tv glow. patton is laying with his head on logan's lap, his back to us. He is wearing a stripped blue and white shirt and dark pants, he has light curly hair. Logan is sitting up against the back of the couch, threading their hands in patton's hair and looking at him fondly. They are wearing a yellow hoodie with a cartoonish solar system on it, blue pants and their hair is falling into their eyes. /end ID]

[ID: a fully colored digital drawing of the four of them seated at a restaurant table with vague shadows of other people behind them. Virgil is in the foreground, faer back to us. Fae are wearing a leather jacket, a long pleated purple skirt and have faer hair in a loose ponytail with a bow. Fae are smiling and holding a glass of wine. Patton appears behind virgil, excitedly talking about something. he os wearing a blue shirt with a black bowtie. Roman is seated opposite from virgil smiling sofly and looking at their partners. their hair is fashioned into a bun and held by a white flower while a few strands fall in front of their face. They are wearing a white dress with sheer puffy sleeves and a fully embroidered front with red flowers and green leaves. Theyare holding a champagne glass. Logan is between Virgil and roman and is visibly smiling and talking with limited hand movements. They have their hair styled and wear a black shirt, blue tie and blue trousers. The entire drawing is overlayed with a pink to blue gradient (top to bottom) and have little specks of light floating around. /end ID]

[bestpolyshipbracket]

Best QPR Ship Group 4 Round 2

[ilovemygaydad]

title: v spooky

pairings: qpr lamp, implied poly deceit relationship (i imagine it as remileceit but... it’s up to you tbh!)

summary: unfortunately for him, virgil is not so sneaky about his purchases.

warnings: mentioned sympathetic deciet, snakes, vaguely implied sexual activity, some swearing maybe, one word of caps, excited yelling, drug mention (it’s just used in a metaphor once), and possibly something else

a/n: this is from @hiddendreamer67‘s october prompt list! today’s word was “cage.” this is quite possibly the fluffiest thing i have ever written. aroace virgil, patton, and logan and aro roman! :D

a/n 2: all fics for this list will be under the tag “#october 2019 fics”

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“Virgil, starlight?”

The man in question froze in his steps, whipping his head to look at Logan. He was reading a book in the corner of the living room, and it didn’t seem like he was even slightly looking in the direction of Virgil. 

Letting out a sigh of relief to not have been caught, Virgil shifted the large item in his arms. “What’s up, Lo?”

“Why are you trying to sneak a cage into the apartment?”

“It’s not… Dude, it’s not a cage! That… Lo, you’re being totally ridiculous,” Virgil awkwardly laughed. He adjusted the hoodie he’d draped over the definitely-not-cage; he should have realized that his QPP had eyes on the back of his freaking head.

Just then, the front door to the apartment swung open, and Roman loudly called, “Good afternoon, my darling partners!”

“Why the hell were you gone so long?” Logan asked, still not looking up from his book.

“I was doing… things.”

“Gross,” Logan muttered. “Did you--”

“Shower? Yes, obviously. I’m not a heathen!” Roman scoffed.

“Jury’s still out on that one, I’m afraid.”

Roman’s indignant stuttering gave Virgil the perfect out to properly escape into his office, but Roman took that exact moment to notice him.

“Whaddaya got, Virge? Ooooooh! Is it a present?”

“It’s--”

“GUYS!” Patton screamed as he ran through the door, bouncing like a five-year-old on drugs. “Dee told me that Virgil bought a snake! Isn’t that awesome!”

All eyes turned to Virgil, who felt his face go very pale. Slowly, he nudged his hoodie off of the top of the terrarium to unearth the tiny rosy boa curled up like a little ball. “Um… Surprise?”

“You…” Logan blinked a few times as he grasped what was happening. “You bought a snake?”

“I mean… Yeah? I was visiting Dee at his shop today, and he said that this little guy had been in there forever, but no one had wanted him yet. He gave me a discount and some free supplies, so… I said yes? His name is Spooky.” Virgil set the tank down on the dining room table and gently grabbed Spooky. The orange snake immediately coiled around his wrist like a little snake bracelet.

“Why didn’t Dee just take it home?”

“One of his husbands said, and I quote, ‘If you bring home another snake, I swear on our lord and savior Meryl Streep that I will end you.’” Virgil chuckled a little. “I mean, it’s a valid argument, too. He’s gotta have at least fifteen of them if you don’t count the ones he’s breeding.”

Patton nodded excitedly. “Yeah! Dee said he really wanted to find this little guy a good home, too. What better than four QPPs with very flexible schedules and a lot of love to give!”

“Plus,” Virgil added with a tiny grin. “His name is very accurate, and it’s almost Halloween. See, look at how scary he is!” He moved over to Logan and held Spooky out. His little tongue blepped Logan on the nose in a very scary manner. “He’s practically murderous!”

Logan rolled his eyes but smiled fondly. “Alright. He is rather cute, and I have always found snakes rather interesting.”

“Aha!” Roman cheered, swiping the snake from Virgil’s hands carefully. “A toast to Sir Spooky the Brave!”

“It’s just Spooky--” Virgil tried to correct.

“Sir Spooky the Brave!”

“Ugh, fine, whatever. Just help me set his stuff up.”

[sweet-royalty]

Never Been in Love

Summary: Patton is alone at home and is enjoying this time dancing and filling himself with pride (Extremely self-indulgent but at this point all my fanfics are like this and I have no shame at all so yeah xP)

Genre: Songfic (Will Jay, Marina and the Diamonds and Moses Sumney)

Word Count: 3371 words (9 pages)

Pairings (All of them are heavily mentioned but they are not the focus of the story): Queerplatonic LAMP, Romantic Analogince and Romantic Dukeceit 

Content: Slight Angst w/ Comfort; Human!AU; Aro!Patton; Closeted Aromantic; Virgil, Roman and Logan are romantically dating and each one of them are Patton’s QPPs; Fluff; Just pure fluff despite many things; Sympathetic Deceit; Sympathetic Remus; Hoh!Deceit; Sign Names mentioned for 2 characters; Hoh experience written by someone who is not hoh (read as “please tell me if I’m doing something wrong”); Non White Sides;

Trigger Warning: Nudity (without sexual content or genitalia description), Snake mention, Amatonormativity (the characther is not actually arophobic, he just doesn’t know Patton is aromantic) (Tell me if I forgot to tag something)

Disclaimer: I couldn’t find a hand sign for “vitiligo” other than actually spelling it to make as Deceit’s sign name so his sign name in this story might not be so good. If you have any other suggestion for his sign name and explain how to sign it I’ll really appreciate it!

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“Don't you want somebody to never let you go? Knowing someone's body better than your own Don't you want a family with a white picket fence? Tell me when's the wedding, the names of all your kids” Will Jay – Never Been in Love

Being alone at home was always one of the best things that could happen for Patton.

Not because he doesn’t like his family but because he enjoys the freedom of being alone. And this time, the house would be all his for the whole day. His parents were taking his brother to see if they could fix his hearing-aid or buy him another one. And after that they would take him for a sleepover at the twins house and go out to celebrate their marriage birthday. It was simply P E R F E C T.

Patton noticed his brother walking in the room and sitting on the sofa in front of him while their parents were going back and forth taking everything they need. He knew what that meant. That’s usually what they do when they want to talk privately. Patton paused his music player and left the cellphone behind.

- Sorry about your hearing aid, D - he signed with a sad face.

The last sign made him sulk

- I adore when you call me like this - he said rolling his eyes when pointing his index and middle finger to the side and touching his heart so Patt would know he was being sarcastic. He giggled.

- Ok, can you teach me the s-n-a-k-e sign again, please?

D made a two with his fingers, pointing to Patton, brought his hand to his chin then lowered it with a zig-zag movement like a snake moving. He repeated the movement but instead of a two he rised his index finger and touched the other ones together forming a “d” with his hand.

He gave him the thumbs up. D’s love for snakes made him really happy for being given this sign.

- Don’t worry about my hearing aid - he showed his broken aid, hand painted as a snake – I’ll paint a new one if we can’t fix it

- What are you doing with this one then?

He shrugged then placed his index and thumb together under his nose and slid it on his upper lip before crossing his fingers. “Mustache” followed by “R”.

The sign he gave to one of the twins.

- Remus asked if I can give it to him if we can’t fix. Maybe he wants to open it? I don’t know

Patton smiled and gave him a malicious face.

- You will be cuddling with your boyfriend!

- Remus is not my boyfriend! - he sulked while grunting.

Patton tried not giggling too loud, since D could still hear something from his right ear.

- Ok, he’s your crush. I hope you’ll have fun

He rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything else to defend himself.

- You’re lucky you don’t have a crush. I’ll make your life a living hell when you do!

Patt snorted.

- Good luck

 “… with that” he meant.

 “I'm not missing someone that I've never met Maybe a little scared, still I don't care” Will Jay – Never Been in Love

Patton took some of his clothes off having just a baby blue long T-shirt covering his brown-skinned body, feeling the wind from the open window run through him. He spinned around the room and laid down to the sofa, grabbing his phone and scrolling to see if there were any new messages for him.

Roman (7:01 AM): Good morning~ Who is ready for today?

Virgil (7:02 AM): Ro, it’s 7 in the fucking morning

Virgil (7:02 AM): Lemme sleep

Roman (7:02 AM): I’m sorry, lil sunshine

Roman (7:03 AM): But if you actually were sleeping you wouldn’t be answering it!

Virgil (7:05 AM): Ooooor maybe I WAS sleeping but then a stupid bird sound woke me up!

Roman (7:05 AM): Not my fault if you sleep with your phone glued to your face!

Logan (7:05 AM): Can you stop bickering this early in the morning?

Logan (7:05 AM): We’ll be ready when the time comes, Roman. No need to rush.

Roman (7:07 AM): Oh my lovely nerd

Roman (7:07 AM): I meant to ask if you were excited

Roman (7:07 AM): Not if you were literally ready.

Roman (7:08 AM): The movie is only at 7 PM

Virgil (7:08 AM): I’m extremely excited, your highness

Virgil (7:09 AM): Now would you please stop texting here and let me sleep?

Roman (7:09 AM): As you wish, my love <3

Virgil (7:10 AM): -_- <3

Virgil (10:23 AM): Ok, now I’m up

Patton (10:30 AM): Good morning, my dears ^_^ <3

Patton (10:30 AM): Are you going to the movies today?

Virgil (10:33 AM): Sup, Patt

Virgil (10:35 AM): Yeah… I kinda won 3 movie tickets…

Virgil (10:35 AM): We’d call you but the movie isn’t really your type

Virgil (10:36 AM): I’m so sorry, Patt :( I didn’t mean to exclude you or anything…

Patton (10:36 AM): No no! I didn’t feel like this at all, love!

Patton (10:37 AM): Don’t worry! I’m happy that you’re goin out!

Patton (10:37 AM): Send me pictures of you once you meet, I wanna see your pretty faces <3 <3

Virgil (10:38 AM): Are you sure? :/

Roman (10:39 AM): Patt, you’re just as important as any of us. We don’t want to make you feel like a third wheel.

Logan (10:39 AM): Just because you’re not involved with us romantically that doesn’t make our platonic feelings for you less important.

Virgil (10:40 AM): Just tell us if something is bothering you, ok?

Roman (10:40 AM): Yes, if you want we can try to see each other earlier so even if you don’t go to the movie we can at least see each other

Logan (10:40 AM): Yes, we’d gladly do this for you

Patton’s smile got wider. He was being sincere when he said he wasn’t feeling excluded and he knew how genuine that invitation was because they all genuinely loved him as much as he did and in the same way he did.

As strong as everything he could feel.

They were the friends he never wanted to miss, they were the people he could always count for and know they’d do anything to help him just like he’d do anything for them and they didn’t need to be in love with each other for it.

Patton (10:43 AM): You’re amazing, loves <3 But really I’m not feeling like going anywhere today. D went out with our parents and I’ll be alone the whole day, I think I’ll spend this time with myself here at home ^_^ But I appreciate it, really. I love you so much ;u; <3

Roman (10:43 AM): Anything for you, my dear! Enjoy your day!

Virgil (10:43 AM): We love you, ok? We’ll make sure to include you next time.

Virgil (10:43 AM): Promise

Logan (10:44 AM): Tell us if you need something or change your mind

Patton (10:44 AM): I love you too <3 Don’t worry

Patton swiped the chat group off and searched for something to listen while baking some cookies

“I know exactly what I want and who I wanna be. I know exactly why I walk and talk like a machine I’m now becoming my own self-fulfilled prophecy” Marina and the Diamonds - Oh No!

Patton was mouthing the lyrics while scooping the cookie dough. His shoulders wiggling with the song’s catchy rhythm as he felt every beat controlling his body.

Patton didn’t really listen to Marina and the Diamonds so often but Roman successfully made him addicted to this song. Last time he came to sleepover they danced together the whole night and without noticing they were practically lip-synching this song, which was so amazing and powerful that Patton never left this rush go.

He turned the stove on, started the chronometer and just left the music flowing through his body

Patton twirled off the kitchen, the wind following his movements filling his legs with a chilling sensation that would only make his movements more and more powerful.

He was throwing his head back with his eyes closed, shaking it so hard that Patton could feel the curls of his hair touching his cheeks making him smile as bright as the sun.

That’s what he likes the most about being alone. As long as nobody could see he could be as cheerful, loud and expressive as he wants without any judgement. He could manage to make his entire body feel happiness and express it in it’s own way.

He could shake his as weird and as careless he wanted.

His thoughts were cut off by a loud ringing.

- Oops! Almost forgot my cookies!

 “Oh yeah I'm tired of falling Oh yeah For someone else's story 'Cause he gets the girl and I get ticket stubs I guess it's time to write my own personal version of love” Will Jay – Version of Love

Patton (6:34 PM): Hey, Dee! Are you already at Remus and Roman’s house?

DD (6:40 PM): Hey there. Yeah, we’re watching the Saw movie for the 4th time this year -_-

Patton (6:40 PM): Wow…

Patton (6:41 PM): Why you never tell him you don’t like this movie?

DD (6:42 PM): No one likes to hear him beaming about the deaths and all the gore stuff.

DD (6:42 PM): And it’s funny to hear him laughing when that woman tries to reach the keys and ends up trapped

Patton (6:44 PM): Awwwww

Patton (6:45 PM): It’s cute that you do that just to see him happy

DD (6:50 PM): -___-

DD (6:51 PM): If you wanna see it this way

DD (6:55 PM): At least the movie don’t make me feel uncomfortable so it’s more bearable

Patton (6:56 PM): Yup

DD (7:00 PM): Hey, Patton

Patton (7:01 PM): Yes?

DD (7:02 PM): I think I’ll try to tell him tonight

Patton (7:05 PM): Tell what?

DD (7:02 PM): Don’t worry, I’m hidden in the bathroom. He’s not seeing our messages.

Patton (7:03 PM): Oh, ok!

Patton (7:04 PM): Well, good luck! ^^ I’m pretty sure things will turn out fine

DD (7:05 PM): I’m not worried about it

Patton (7:05 PM): Pfff

Patton (7:05 PM): Sure ;)

DD (7:06 PM): urgh

DD (7:07 PM): You should tell Roman too

Patton sighed. There we go again.

Patton (7:07 PM): D, I told you before. I’m not in love with Roman…

Patton (7:08 PM): He is my best friend, just like Logan and Virgil.

DD (7:08 PM): Well, I never said you were not in love with them TOO

DD (7:09 PM): Look

DD (7:10 PM): I know talking to mom and dad will be hard

DD (7:11 PM): It is hard for me too

DD (7:11 PM): But you don’t have to talk to them if you don’t want to

DD (7:12 PM): None of us have

DD (7:13 PM): I’ve always hid my relationships very well, and you know that

DD (7:13 PM): I can help you so they won't find anything out too

DD (7:14 PM): Or… Idk, protect you if they react badly about it

DD (7:14 PM): Just know that I’m on your side, ok?

DD (7:14 PM): I’ll never judge you for being who you really are

DD (7:14 PM): And polyamorous relationships usually go great

Patton didn’t know how to answer. It wasn’t the first time they talked about it.

No matter how many times Patton would say he’s not interested in anyone, D would try to say that he’s in love with Roman or one of his boyfriends.

Or act like he will be in love with someone someday.

But Patton highly doubted that and was pretty fine with it

Patton (7:15 PM): I know, D

Patton (7:15 PM): I love you

DD (7:16 PM): I need to go back now, I’ll talk to you tomorrow

Patton (7:16 PM): Good luck!

He never told his brother about being aromantic and all this talk actually makes him less inclined to do so. He knew he means well despite everything, so Patton never felt like yelling or fighting with him for insisting on it.

But at the same time…

He was so DONE.

It was already difficult for him to find out who he really is.

It was already a huge pain to see that the fact that he doesn’t feel OK with the idea of being romantically attached to someone. That this whole thing actually makes him feel sadder, empty and chained just by the simple thought of it because “that’s what everyone needs to feel”.

It was already difficult for him to see how he can explain his relationship with Logan, Virgil and Roman.

Yes, they were made for each other.

No, he never wants them to go away.

Yes, he loves them A LOT.

But his love was not romantic.

His 3 partners were dating each other romantically but they all see Patton as someone just as important in their lives, even if they don’t see him as a boyfriend.

When they found out about Queerplatonic Relationships it was like big realization and a good way to include Patton in their lives that was not just a simply “he’s my best friend”.

And that makes him so happy, special and wanted he didn’t need or wished anything else.

But it was almost like the whole world was revolved in romance and that was the only way for anyone to find happiness. Like not having a romantic partner meant you’d be “alone forever” as if that was the worst thing ever.

Patton was not alone.

Patton was not unhappy.

Patton was not repressing feelings anymore.

Patton was free. Patton was Patton.

And that was everything he needed.

Why wouldn’t anyone get this? Why was everyone so fixated on it? Why-

- No! – Patton murmured before eating one last cookie and getting up from the sofa and turning his TV off – I’m not letting this ruin my day. I’m gonna take a shower.

“Am I vital If my heart is idle? Am I doomed? … If lovelessness is godlessness Will you cast me to the wayside?” Moses Sumney - Doomed

Ok, maybe choosing this album to listen while taking a shower wasn’t a very uplifting choice. Not that his songs are bad. But they were not the type of songs for you to feel good, it’s more like a song to give you a relatable feeling. Something might make you say “yes, that’s what happens to me".

But the shower did gave him some good, since the cold water mixed with Moses’s voice echoing through the walls were relaxing and almost swooning, like meditating. Logan taught him how to fixate his thoughts in one single thing until he could slowly focus on the sensations of his surroundings and Patton particularly enjoyed doing this in the shower.

Patton threw his naked body in the bed and turned to see his own reflection in the mirror close to it.

He stared at his freckles, covering his entire brown body, and smiled as he remembered how Virgil made a small comment about how much he likes it because as a child he used to look at people with freckles and try to form constellations with them and it was like they have a little piece of the sky with them. That was the best “non-intentionally” cute comment he ever made.

He sat on the side of his bed and stared the mirror, giving more attention to his own details. He looked through his whole “galaxy body” passing some of his fingers through them, mentally picturing the whole sky moving around it. He never knew why but sometimes imagining things like this made him feel so good and at least for a second forget about everything else.

- Let’s see this galaxy dance.

He picked up his phone, chose the first song that came with shuffle mode and got up.

“You're vulnerable, you're vulnerable You are not a robot You're lovable, so lovable But you're just troubled” Marina and the Diamonds – I Am Not a Robot

This time he danced slowly and with his eyes closed.

His arms embracing his body and his movements had no shape or choreography.

It was just free and random.

Patton’s hands were running through his arms gently, like a self-cuddle, having this short moment to love himself.

He was moving his shoulders inclined his head behind and instead of just mouthing the lyrics, Patton allowed himself to actually sing.

He definitely was not.

He was a human being.

A lovely human being.

“It's okay to say you've got a weak spot You don't always have to be on top Better to be hated Than loved loved loved for what your not”

Later that night, now completely undercovers and almost ready to sleep, he received a photo from the chat group of Roman, Virgil and Logan in the cafeteria after watching their movie.

The image of the latino man and the black goth kissing each side of the ginger haired nerd made Patton smile fondly.

Patton (11:12 PM): Omg, you all look so adorable <3

Patton (11:12 PM): I’m happy you enjoyed your movie :3

Virgil (11:14 PM): Yeah, it was really cool

Virgil (11:15 PM): Logan and Roman wouldn’t stop geeking around it after the movie, they almost didn’t finished their meal

Roman (11:16 PM): Oh, come on! There were many things to think about after that

Virgil (11:17 PM): I’m not complaining, charming prince. It was cute seeing you theorizing things.

Roman (11:17 PM): UwU

Roman (11:20 PM): But hey! I guess we were not the only one who had a good movie night ¬u¬~

Roman sent a picture of his twin, laying on the living room’s couch, sleeping with his mouth open and his eyes slightly allowing to see his sclera as a short man with a small vitiligo around his left eye was sleeping on him with this arms embracing the rat man. Patton cooed upon the vision of his brother in such a lovely state.

Roman (11:22 PM): @Patton Morales blackmail? >:)

Patton (11:23 PM): Pffff come on, Roman. We both know none of us would do this xD

Roman (11:23 PM): Urgh, yeah you right…

Roman (11:23 PM): Ah to be a poor honest man, who loves his brother too much

Roman (11:23 PM): ú-ù

Virgil (11:25 PM): Say this for yourselves, I have no sympathy for those dirty little sinners

Roman (11:25 PM): omg VIRGIL!

Virgil (11:26 PM): Urrrrrrgh alright alright, I’m the one who’s not allowed to be a jerk. Sorry.

Roman (11:27 PM): I’m afraid some sins shall not be forgiven, sweet pudding… ú-ù

Virgil (11:27 PM): Tsc, fuck you then. I want my Nightmare Before Christmas DVDs back

Patton (11:27 PM): Omg, dears. Not this late at night xD

Virgil (11:28 PM): lol ok, Patt. Don’t worry, I was just kidding

Virgil (11:28 PM): I highly support your brothers

Virgil (11:29 PM): I love you all

Roman (11:29 PM): I love you too, storm cloud <3

Patton finished to curl up on his bed, hugging one of his pillows like a teddy bear and smiled to the phone screen with his lovely partners texts

Patton (11:30 PM): Hey, loves?

Virgil (11:30 PM): Yeah?

Roman (11:31 PM): Yes, Patton?

Patton (11:32 PM): I know this will sound random but… Thank you

Patton (11:32 PM): Thank you for being with me for so long

Patton (11:32 PM): Thank you for accepting and understanding me

Patton (11:33 PM): Thank you for being so kind and so nice and for having me in your lifes

Patton (11:33 PM): Having you as my partners was the best thing that ever happened to me and I don’t know how I’d be able to live without any of you

Patton (11:34 PM): I just have a lot of feelings hehe

Patton (11:34 PM): Anyway… That’s it. I’m going to sleep now but I had to say it.

Patton (11:35 PM): I love you, dears!

[darth-does-stuff]

Better Things Yet To Come

(but darling, misfortune always has to arrive first)

Four superheroes in the city of Cyrin, a gilded and fantastical city full of exalted and wondrous powers, according to any outsider you asked. To the locals, it's a city with destruction around every corner, villains rearing their heads in an attempt at building a reputation, and fighting daily. And if you asked the heroes...they'd say that it's a city that has been their home for years on end and, deep inside them, they feel a need to protect it. But if you were to take a closer look at them, you'd see the heavy burden on their shoulders, for, ultimately, Cyrin is not a city without its prices.

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Prologue

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A cracked, broken, old TV sat on an unkempt floor, its flickering light silhouetting a figure perched on a sagging and torn couch.

If there had been another soul in that grimy room, surely the smell of mildew, rot, and the musty smell of a room that had never been aired out since the day it was built would swarm their senses and would have them turning tail after only a few seconds of being there. 

But this figure had long since remained here and such things no longer bothered him. An inconvenience, perhaps, but not one great enough to bother dealing with. 

A crackling, tinny voice played through slightly broken speakers:

“Once again, the city of Cyrin is protected by its exalted, and we could not be more grateful for it. Oh! Sir, sir! Do you have a moment to speak—"

“I do apologize, but now is not the time. This area is still dangerous and I do still have others to help.”

A figure in a blue costume took off sprinting before water suddenly burst forward from his hands and doused a fire. The news reporter laughed a bit nervously.

“Well, our exalted don’t mess around, that’s for sure. Always people to save, people to help, people to heal, y’know. Anyways, Collin, could you report more on the damage done—"

The figure paused the screen and looked at the headline that dated it back 7 years ago before switching to another news report. 

“We are here at downtown Cyrin reporting live as the Luciene skyscraper is teetering dangerously. On the scene, the exalted known as—"

A chunk of rubble fell down from the building, landing with a huge noise that drowned out what the reporter was saying, combined with the screaming as the camera suddenly shook and both the cameraman and reporter ran to a safer place. 

A broken window was sailing towards their heads before a sudden and powerful gust of wind blew it overhead away from them, and a figure in light blue flew overhead. He landed next to a collapsed bystander and placed a hand on their forehead, fingerless gloves allowing for skin to skin contact. There was a slight glow before the bystander’s breathing settled and the exalted was off to another section of the site again. 

5 years ago, according to the headline.

Pause. Heavy silence. Another recording. 

“Who are you and why do you feel the need to butt in on all of my cases—" a figure clad in red spoke out rapidly as a hand clenched in a fist suddenly burst into flame. 

“Why, because it’s fun, of course,” a silky voice interrupted off screen, the camera zoomed in on the red exalted red too much to see the other. 

“Because it annoys you!” another voice exclaimed, cackling all the while.

“You are only going to—Ah! My good news reporter,” the red exalted let out a booming laugh, fully ignoring the other two and heading towards the camera. He was suddenly right in front of them despite being a good distance away from them before. “What may I help you with—"

4 years ago. 

Another. 

The camera showed a collapsing building, rubble on the ground and terrified screams filling the morning air. A person near the top suddenly fell and an exalted clad in purple and black flew in to catch them, depositing them safely on the ground. They ran to a chunk of rubble and held it off of someone trapped under it, keeping it held up until they escaped before letting it fall back down. A heavy sigh could be heard even from the camera’s distance away before suddenly the camera shook and a reporter came into view as both ran towards the exalted.

“Sir, may we ask you a few questions—"

“Hey, I’m sorry, but I don’t feel like talking on the news when there’s a collapsing building all around me, sorry.” 

He very lightly shoved the camera away, but it still cracked and fractured slightly.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry—"

The TV blinked off, the tiny thud of the remote being set down echoing throughout the room. 

 4 years ago, three months after the red one.

The figure let out a small chuckle.

“My, my, it appears I’ve missed quite a lot.”

a/n: SUPERHERO AU BABEY

taglist (ask to be added!): @star-crossed-shipper, @flowercrownsandtrauma, @lesbian-pattonsanders