#the only reason why im watching logan lucky

[bihansarms]

katherine boyer waterston ( 1980. )

born in westminster, england ; she is the daughter of lynn louisa and sam waterston. she portrayed chrisann brennan in steve jobs, shasta fay hepworth in paul anderson's inherent vice, porpentina goldstein in the harry potter prequels, fantastic beasts and where to find them and daniels branson in ridley scott's alien: covenant.

[sleepychai-fics]

Virgil x Pride!Reader - Anxious Pride

Request: @hhh-angels Hiiii ily do u think we could get a virgil x female reader where virgil is like... super anxious but gets confident around reader, and reader is a new side like pride or something but is secretly really anxious cause drama?? Idk just a thought (bonus point for Virge being jealous that Pride is hanging out with the other sides even though they're not together and the other sides making fun of him for it) ;) okay luv u mwah

Im so sorry for posting this later than usual, i hope its ok. Not the best i could come up with, im sorry. I hope it good enough.

Pronouns: Neutral

Words: 1293

Buy me a Ko-fi? ←(link in bio)

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

Whenever Virgil sees you chatting it up with any of the other sides, he gets this weird feeling.

He knows exactly what the feeling is, but he will deny it with his entire being. He hates it and will never admit anything to anyone about it.

You’ve only been here for barely a month and he’s already crushing hard on you. It’s like he’s a teenager again. He hates it. But he can’t help but admit he wants you, so badly.

“You’re stalking her.” Remus whispers directly into his ear. Virgil jumps off the chair, whipping around to face Remus and Janus. They both dawn on their own sinister smiles, eyes glinting with mischief.

“What the fuck?!” Virgil whisper-shouts at them. “I am not stalking them.”

“You’re right.” Janus speaks up. “I believe the proper term for it is ‘eyeballing’.”

The two dark sides laugh at Virgil as he berates them with a huff.

“You know, there is a thing called talking. Try it with them.”

Virgil practically snarls at Remus before marching away from them.

He can still hear their obnoxious laughter even as he enters the kitchen. He heads straight to the fridge, opening its door and grabbing a soda can.

“Hey Virge!” Patton hops beside him. “We’re just about to play a video game! Want to join?”

He looks up at Patton, seeing his bright smile, before glancing into the living room. Roman and Logan are both there, setting up the gaming box below the TV.

He almost says no, but then he sees you with an arm full of snacks, dumping them onto the table before grabbing a controller.

Without looking back at Patton, he answers. “Yeah. Sure. Why not.”

Patton’s smile brightens.

/\/\/\/\

After hours of playing video game after video game, it was finally decided that it was bedtime.

You had retreated to that idea an hour ago, having yawned yourself to sleep. For some reason, in your sleep you had grabbed onto and cuddled up to Virgil.

He was on the brink of a heart attack when it happened. He just froze, did not twitch a single muscle. Not just because he was shocked, but because he saw your peaceful sleeping face and didn't want to wake you.

So he sat still, only moving his fingers on the controller when his muscles began to ache and tingle with numbness, he did not move.

Roman throws out his arms in an eccentric yawn, before bidding goodnight and trekking upstairs to his bedroom, followed closely by Logan who did his own smaller yawn. Patton switches off the TV and the console before turning his attention to Virgil.

“Hey kiddo. Do you mind taking them up to their bed?” He whispers, just enough for Virgil to hear.

Virgil nods as a response, putting the controller down beside him.

Patton smiles, waves goodnight, and makes his own way up towards his room.

Slowly, Virgil inches away from you enough to slip off of the couch. His arms remain behind your head, ensuring it doesn’t move too much. Thankfully you don’t jostle from the movement.

He kneels in front of you on the floor, hooking an arm under your knees. As he stands up, he pulls you off the couch and to his chest.

You twitch at the change, but snuggle comfortably into Virgil. A blush paints his features at your reaction, but he pushes it away and turns to walk up the stairs.

Once he makes it to your room, he opens the door slowly with his foot, thanking whatever being is up there that your door had been left slightly ajar.

Although the room lacks light, it’s bright with a rainbow of colours. Pride flags are scattered throughout your room. Pinned on all your walls, one hanging across your room, practically acting as a curtain. Miniature flags are placed at random throughout your room. It’s the perfect room to have as the side of Pride.

Virgil steps up to your bed. He lays you down on top of the covers and gently rests your head on the pillow. He doesn’t want to move you around or risk waking you up while trying to drag the blanket out from under you, so instead, Virgil goes and grabs a spare blanket from the hallway closet.

He lays the blanket on top of you, gently tucking it in around your frame.

He can’t help but sit there and watch you sleep. Creepy, he knows. But to see you  with such a peaceful expression makes his heart flutter in awe.

Virgil stands up, getting ready to leave you be.

“Virgil?”

He flinches at your soft call of his name. He must’ve woken you up. He turns to face you, catching your half-lidded gaze.

“Can you stay with me for a bit? Please?”

At first, Virgil is surprised that you don’t seem mad at the disturbance to your sleep. He expected you to be annoyed with him and kick him out of your room and yell in frustration. But you somehow want the opposite. Well, who is he to deny your wishes?

With a nod, Virgil returns to kneel beside your bed.

“Are you okay?” It’s against his better judgement to ask you, but he feels like something is wrong with you, and he wants to see if he can get you to tell him.

You remain silent for a minute before you speak. “Can I say something? No judgement?”

“Of course.” Virgil couldn’t have replied faster if he tried. “What’s on your mind?”

You hesitate for a bit, eyes looking anywhere but Virgil. “I’m always scared whenever Thomas goes out to places.”

He tilts his head as he responds. “What are you scared of?”

A soft sigh heaves out from you as you shrug. “Being hunted down. I know I’m over exaggerating but I think you get my point.”

Virgil nods. He knows these thoughts all too well. He lifts his hand up and gently rests it on your cheek. Your eyes flick up to meet his. He can’t help the way his heart clenches at the sight of tears brimming your eyes.

“I’m scared we’ll get kicked out of every place we enter. Scared to be humiliated and claimed an outcast and be kicked to the streets.”

Virgil can’t take it anymore. He lets his instincts take over. He stands up, causing you  to flinch and close your eyes. For a second, you’re afraid he’ll leave you alone. But that fear disappears once you feel the mattress dip behind you.

Virgil’s arm curls around your waist, pulling you closer to him. His other arm slips underneath your head, acting as a secondary pillow.

“There’s no need to be scared. I get it. I understand where that fear comes from. But I think you forget how many people love and respect Thomas for who he is.”

You’re stunned into silence. You didn’t think about that. You forgot how much his online fans love him. How much everyone who knows Thomas loves him.

“Think of his fans as a personal army of love,” Virgil continues. The hand around your waist gently latches onto yours. His instincts are running on overdrive. Man is he lucky you can’t see his face right now. “And the Pride Knights are a thing.”

A soft chuckle escapes from you. “I forgot about the Pride Knights.” Running on your own instincts, you nestle closer into Virgil, letting his warmth cascade throughout your body.

“Thank you Virgil.”

Virgil hums, tilting his head to nuzzle his face in your hair. “You’re welcome. I’m always here for you. No matter what.”

Smiles spread across both of your features, the comfort of the embrace guiding the both of you down the trail of blissful sleep.

[5-falsehoods-phonated]

March Ado About Nothing

Series Summary - A series of one-shots and  drabbles written based off of prompts posted in the TSS Fanworks Collective server. The goal is to take traditional whump prompts and fill them in the least-angsty way possible every day through March.

A note that though some of these fills are written bait and switch style (written in a way you think is going in one direction but reveals it to be the opposite towards the end) they are all written in a fluffy or silly style with very little, if any at all, actual angst.

Day 14: Keep Them Safe

Summary: Virgil has three amazing kids he swears to keep safe. Remus often tests his limits.

Prompts: "Pick Who DIes”, *Manhandled*, Defiance

Ships: Familial Dad Virgil with kids Patton, Roman and Remus

Warnings: brief panic, food mention. Let me know if there are more!

General taglist (ask to be added or removed): @janus-is-an-adorable-snek-boi  @im-an-anxious-wreck  @logans-library (If you have asked to be tagged, please reblog)

WC: 1197

As a parent, Virgil had sworn to never let any harm come to any child that may come into his care. He figured having anxiety would help with this since it usually kept him almost annoyingly vigilant towards any threat, potential or not, that may be in the surrounding area at any given time. He considered himself to be rather good at it, especially after raising Patton for a number of years and having nothing traumatic or even bad happen to him at that time. He still had all his limbs, no scarring- mental or physical- and he was generally just a happy go lucky kid as it was and Virgil found he barely had to raise him at, mostly just be there for support and thank whatever gods were around every day that the kid never did anything punishment worthy because Virgil honestly doubted he’d ever have the strength to so much as put him in the corner.

The most Patton had ever done, as far as Virgil was aware and he was inclined to believe, was to steal a second cookie after dinner. The most he had gotten was Virgil asking him if he knew he could just ask and there would be no judgement cast for waiting extra of anything; that the only time he would be denied is if the request for food or otherwise was truly unreasonable or it would be dinner soon and he’d be given a light healthy option instead to tide him over. Since then the ritual had been two cookies after dinner if that was what desert was and honestly they were both very happy with the new development. By any parental standards, Patton was a good child- kind and sweet and Virgil was proud of him for how hard he studied even if he did have to pry him away sometimes to get him to take a break.

But Virgil had three sons, and he loved the other two with all his heart and was just as proud of them as he was of Patton. That being said- they were not as easy to raise as him.

Roman and Remus were twins and that was exactly where their similarities stopped. Roman was a reasonably quiet child, content with creating his own worlds and being immersed with them until he wanted attention- and you always knew when he wanted attention. He liked dressing up and singing in the halls and decorating cookies with him and Patton. He got along well with the older sibling and played nice even if he didn’t always understand all of Patton’s quirks and hang ups. He was decently behaved and Virgil loved him very much. He loved him as much as he loved Patton and as much as he loved Remus. What he didn’t always love was how scrappy Remus could be.

Well behaved in his own right Remus just did things- oddly. Normal everyday tasks were done but just slightly to the left. Who was Virgil to complain if he still got dishes done but stacked them in increasingly creative ways that would make his heart take a rain check if all their dishware wasn’t plastic? And as long as he hosed off before stepping in the house why would he deny him the joy of burying himself in mud like sand at the beach? And why on earth would Virgil ever yell at him for making a Rube Goldberg machine to feed the fish even if it did make fart noises every time the ball fell to set off another reaction? He was loud and eccentric and springy in the way he did things, but none of that was punishable. He sometimes made Patton nervous with the ideas he spewed thoughtlessly from his mouth with nary a filter to be had but after Virgil talked to him about it he took to coming to him instead and that was just fine.

Virgil considered himself to be a decent parent overall, with wonderful kids that he kept as safe and happy as he could. He had sworn no harm would come to any child to ever find themselves in his care- which was why, as he came out of his reminiscing and chanced a look up at the jungle gym where he knew they liked to play, he very nearly passed out from the adrenaline rush that shoved him off the bench and towards the mess of bars so quickly he would swear he teleported.

“Remus Antony Adrews get your feet on the ground right now!”

Remus for his part, had the presence of mind to look at least a little bit sheepish, balanced only on the balls of his feet while crouched on the highest section of the jungle gym with his hands dangling in front of him. Grinning he waved and shifted just a bit, making Virgil’s poor chest constrict with fright. “I’m fine Dad! Look!”

And then he stood up.

Now, Virgil was no child, at six foot two his head was level with the third quarter of the playset. So it was nothing for him to step up two feet with the bottom rung, catch Remus’ waist with one arm and swing him around to land solidly on his shoulder and step down to safety in one fluid motion. The eight year old’s protests were ignored as he was manhandled to his good shoulder, carrying him all the way over to the bench where he was promptly sat on his lap and secured in his arms. 

“Daaa-aaad!”

“Absolutely not. You are a wild child that must be contained and I will keep you here in a hug where I know you aren’t on the ground with your head cracked open until I stop panicking.”

Remus was silent for a minute, watching Patton and Roman climb around oblivious to what had just happened, too caught up in whatever game they were playing to notice Remus kicking his feet in irritation a few feet away.

“Like an egg?”

“What?”

“Cracked open just like an egg?” Remus clarified.

Scrunching his face at the image provided Virgil only hugged him tighter before sighing into his curly hair. “Yes, Remus. Like an egg. So please don’t do that again okay?”

Remus nodded sagely. “I’ll bury myself in the chips next  time.”

“What no, why would you bury yourself in the chips?”

“I was gonna leap down on them from on top but I’ll just trap their legs!” Carefully smoothing his horrified expression Virgil set his son down in front of him.

“No heights and no chips. How bout you hide behind the turtle instead?” Virgil pointed to the giant plastic turtle tunnel a little ways away from them. “They might expect you to be underneath them because that’s what you did last week- and don’t use that as an excuse to get up high. Running from somewhere not very hidden will throw them off since they expect you to hide well.”

“Oh! Okay!” And with that he was off, leaving Virgil exhausted and wary. He would always swear to keep his kids safe, but Remus could really test the limits of parental instincts.

Previous   Next

This work is also available on AO3!

If you like this, please reblog. Reblogging helps creators spread their work further!

[cheseyre]

good news, sluts! my brain's no longer being completely stupid (only mostly), i've seen the new asides and...have some thought-y thot thoughts:

*deep inhale*

Okay, first things first: this art style is soooo fucking cUTE and I'm a jealous, squealing bitch. Anyone who knows who the artist is, could you link me to them, stat? I think Thomas mentioned them at the beginning of the ep, but nYeh, brain hurt, doesn't wanna do wooork-

Okay, I'll admit, I was a little...apprehensive when I first saw the thumbnail and title. Part of it's just me being a bitter Remus Stan, but also...okay, deep breaths, controversial opinion time, get ready:

I don't ship Prinxiety.

Like, at all. 

I can see the appeal, and these dorks were so very, VERY cute in this particular ep, but I was honestly turned off by the ship long ago due to how overwhelmingly popular it is and how some fans characterize these two and treat this relationship as if it's the only valid one, y'know, the works—slight tangent, but that's also why I don't ship Logicality or Remile. I honestly vibe much better with ships like Roceit or Analogical, y'know?

Cutting in for another brief tangent: I'm surprisingly okay with Demus/Dukeceit/Receit/Trashnoodle/Whatever-Their-Ship-Name-Is-Oh-God-Why-Do-They-Have-So-Many-Fucking-Names; maybe it's cause they haven't actually interacted in canon and the fan content gives me such good Gay Disney Villain content, idk man im weird—).

Still, their interactions were both hilarious and sweet and like I said, I see the appeal, it's just not my cup of tea. y'all Prinxiety fans got fucking FED and I'm happy for you nerds. Enjoy ze happy boys!

I guess another factor in my...low-key hesitance when I first saw what the ep was about is that...okay, get ready, another controversial opinion, le gasp: well, I'm not a big Virgil fan. In fact, at times, he swaps places with Patton as my least favorite sides—especially with some of his recent behavior in eps like DWIT (the "prohibit your breathing comment" really triggered me, for example). Sometimes, his attitude, especially around other sides like Roman or Janus, reminds me a little too much of my sister, who I don't have...a very good relationship with. Add to that how the more...intense side of the fandom has a disturbing tendency to turn him into the 'uwu precious woobie emo baby who can do no wrong' while unnecessarily villainizing other CERTAIN sides in the process, and...I think you all see where I'm going with this little rant 😅

However, upon actually watching the ep, he wasn't...that bad? I don't think? I enjoyed watching him be a flustered, disaster-y mess and genuinely excited at the end, his interactions with Roman were nice enough, and him literally pushing Thomas to make a move with Nico despite his obvious panic attack was a nice moment of genuine character development. I like seeing that, that's the good shit right there. And him being all flustered and shit, and smiling so much at the end of the vid was just...well, adorable. This man has no fucking right to be this cute, my god

alsoooo 

pURPLE EYESHADOW

PURPLE EYESHADOW HE LOOKS?? SO GOOD?? WTF?? SLAY EMO, SLAAAAAAAY FUCK, DOES THIS MEAN I HAVE TO CHANGE MY HALLOWEEN COSTUME NOW?

alsoooo 

hAPPY ROMAN

YESSSSS~ MAH BOI MAH SON MAH DUMB BITCH HIMBO PRINCE MAH EXTRA MESSY CINNAMON ROLL

ITS  BEEN SO  LONG

AND HIS LITTLE HEART EYES THROUGHOUT THE VID, OH MY GOD-

IMMA JUST IGNORE THAT "ADDING [MISTAKE] TO THE LIST" COMMENT I AM LOOKING AWAY I DO NOT SEE IT LALALALALA

THOMATHY, SIR, YOU HAVE NO RIGHT MAKING THESE TWO GAY IDIOTS SO BAEBY

Okay, but Virgil not realizing that "cyberstalking in real life" is literally just stalking is both a big ass mood and further proof that, yes, Logan is indeed the only one holding the braincell out of this disaster of a lot. God help them all if he ducks out in the next ep.

👀

And Thomas x Trash Can is my new OTP.  I dub thee ✨ "Trashmas" ✨

we sTAN TRASHMAS

Wait, does that mean Remus actually WAS in the ep? Cause, y'know, trash man?

hmmm

👀 👀 

Okay, okay. 

With how much Virgil and Roman were going off about Thomas constantly lying, I was (understandably) a tad bit disappointed my snek son didn't even make a fucking cameo, but y'know what? In hindsight, I'm okay with this it's fineee~

He was just off playing with shadow puppets and stealing money from us desperate, content-starved peasants with his sheer extra-ness and, honestly? Gotta respect the hustle. 

Get that precious, precious coin, dapper snake! Wring us poor losers dryyyy!

*evil snek laugh*

Also, this is a breather ep and adding Janus in probably would've caused unnecessary drama with the Roceit breakup and the constant antagonism between Virgil and him. It probably would've distracted from the point of the ep (flirting with social anxiety, exactly what it says in the tin)—much like it wasn't really Virgil or Remus's place to show up during POF. Does that make sense? I think it makes sense. Sorry, brain going brr-

Still, I can't believe the "Fuck Janus Sanders" Club is actually canon now 😂

God, first Patton in a skirt and now this. 

Thomas Sanders, you delight in fucking feEDING this gremlin nest of a fanbase, don’t you? You RELISH our screams of joy and pain and suffering, dON’T YOU?

What's next, actual canonical Janus and Remus interaction? Patton saying the fuck word? The Dragon Witch comes back? Janus's bowler hat gains sentience and takes over the world, Doris-style? What do you have planned, Thomas? Joan? WHAT ART THOU PLANNING, I MUST KNOW YOU HEATHENS YOU FIENDS-

And Virgil's little "would it be fair to him" comment, tho.

👀

Like, I get in the context of the ep, he was likely talking about Nico and how it wouldn’t be good for a potential relationship with Tomas to be founded on lies, but still...my anxceit heart aches, man. 

Gimme that sweet, sweet angst with a side of mutual regret and possible future reconciliation and maybe something more wink wink nudge nudge on top, pls

...and fries.

Honestly, tho, that entire bathroom monologue was fucking beautiful, man. And relatable, too—i can't tell you how many times I've talked to myself in public restrooms because I just didn't know how to get the words I wanted to say out. It's...kind of embarrassing, tbh

Speaking of embarrassing, uh, crying stall guy.

Just...

Crying Stall Guy

Like, I was expecting someone to come out the bathroom stall after Thomas stopped talking, but...I honestly wasn't expecting that. God, that whole scene was so cringe worthy and fucking hilarious

Honestly, Thomas in the ep in general was a huge ass mOOD and we collective gay/bi disasters ALL related with him, and if you say you don't, you're either lying to yourself or a demon. 

There is no in between 

sorry I don't make the rules

Like, I get this series is literally a gay disaster talking to himself for thirty minutes or longer, but like- EMPHASIS on the 'disaster' part 😂

Like...Thomas, you're lucky you're such a goddamn bean, because GOD, I cringing so hard when he first started talking to Nico

Although, I too have apologized profusely for genuine mistakes and am a flustered bi mess around my crush sooo

😅

And god, Roman's "thirty = old man" jokes made me feel old...and I literally just turned twenty, like, come on, man!

Maybe that's because I was literally watching this ep after finishing my ACT and had been sitting with a bunch of high schoolers, with their tiny fucking desks and tiny fucking water fountains smeh

*clears throat*

Anyways, uh, we STAN Nico Pintrovert Florés in this house

Like

He gives me such big Carlos from WTNV vibes for some reason and this makes me sooo happy

and YESS, he's a WRITER

And he's??? So sweet?? A pure bean?? Just sits on his laptop at the mall food court all day, like a god-fucking iCON?? A Nightmare Before Christmas fan?? weARS GLASSES??

my hEART

*cries*

The fandom seems torn between "Nicomas" and "Karrot Kings" as a ship name atm—personally speaking, I'm casting my vote for the latter

*crosses fingers* please dont be another janus x remus multiple ship name issue guys, please please please I can't keep track of them all-

*clears throat*

On that note, I'm guess I'm gonna go try and whoo over my crush with carrots now. If THIS disaster can do it and make it actually fucking work, god damnit, so cAN I

Meanwhile, in hell, my brain's just screaming "CANON LOVE INTEREST CANON LOVE INTEREST CANON LOVE INTEREST-"

God, I hope Nico isn't just a one-shot character, he's too pure and Thomas and him are adorable gay Disney fans and I stan

Oh, I wonder how the other sides'll react to him.

Wait.

Oh god.

Oh god.

This ep just unleashed a new fresh hell of potential Nico x Sides ships, hasn't it?

Welp, time to prepare for ze incoming flood of fanfics, I guess. I'll get my umbrella and rain boots.

That last shot of Virgil during the endcard was so fucking ominous oh my god mom im scared can you come pick me up-

Goddammit, Thomas and Joan, I'm NOT fucking ready to be traumatized again, fUCK

I wish I wasn't a broke ass university student so I could contribute to Thomas's gloriously extra Patreon—both so I can support my favorite content creators who make this amazing blessed content and also, to join my boi Janus in fucking  destroying society by giving money to the people who actually deserve it, fuck YOU GOVERNMENT-

Okay. 

Okay. 

New headcanon time as to why Patton, Remus, and Logan weren't in the ep: they were helping Jan film that Patreon promotional video. 

Like

Remus directed it, Logan helped with the lighting and script, and Patton was just there as the cheerleader. 

The reason Janus made a dog with shadow puppets wasn't just to flaunt his deity status and prove how he is truly above us mere wretched mortals 

despite that being the absolute truth and we all know it, don't lie to yourselves

No, it was really him trying to do something cute and silly for Patton, because Moceit rights, daMMIT

*inhales*

noww 

guys, gals, and nonbinary pals

it’s time forr

the most wonderful time of the yearrr

WAITING FOR THE NEXT EPISODE

Step right up, folks! Hear ye, hear ye, my prediction for the next episode: Prinxiety v. Moceit! With special guest stars: Karrot Kings vibing in adorable gay and Intrulogical, bitter at being excluded aGAIN

Who will win? Who will lose? 

here’s a hint: we all will because in this sick twisted game they are no winners only losers-

Place your bets, folks! ✨

Haha im not readyyy~

tl;dr

this episode has cleared my skin, watered my crops, and ended my suffering—an adorable calm before the... angsty fucking shitstorm that’s coming far too soon. Prinxiety stans, enjoy your food. Place an 'F' in the chat for me and my fellow grieving Remus stans. Trashmas is the true OTP, but Karrot Kings is cute too I guess. I've only had Nico Florés for 24 minutes, but if anything happens to him, I'll kill everyone in this room and then myself. Purple eyeshadow Virgil makes me question my sexuality aGAIN, and happy gay disney prince rights y'all. Say a big ole 'fuck you' to capitalism by giving your local dapper snake moneys. Concussion makes brain go brr and imma go buy some carrots and be gay now.

psst hey @quarantinevibes2020​ you wanna join me in being disaster-y? i’ll bring my best gay stare and you bring the wine

Until next time, my lovelies! ~ Ches 🖤

[diangeloyoyok]

my review on pjo movies

first up with have The Lighting Thief obviously

 Poseidon’s entrance lowkey kinda fire but high key weird

‘it’s been many years’ didn’t y’all just have that winter solstice party together ???

‘if your son if the thief i will send him to the pits of tartarus’ ouch that hurt ngl

logan lerman 🥺

he would’ve been such a good percy if they did the movies when he was younger IDC IDC IDC

i stan black grover and just grover overall

i wish we got to see my bitch nancy

sally and percy sallY AND PERCY SALLY AND PERCY SALLY AND PERCY

gabe to me is just *hmm* perfect in this movie, he’s not as mean in the movies but he’s still an asshole ehehehe

i love Chiron actor i think it’s very accurate

also wtf chiron is bros with the big three lols 😹

y’all know jenna davis?- that’s who the girl who plays ms dodd’s looks like

so they just gonna ignore him and tak ab him while he’s RIGJT. THERE.

‘This is a pen. This is a pen.’

‘Are you guys crazy? This is a pen man!’

the scene with gabe makes me uncomfy bc percy says in the book gabe never hits percy in front of sally but ok 😗✌️

leaving percy was the *mOST* difficult thing poseidon *the GOD of water* has ever done wow percy is that cool

‘You’re half donkey?!”

i am da wittlest minotaur 😳✨🙈

such a subtle entrance to the camp love it

why y’all give percy the pen before he supposed to be a badass and rip the horn off wjth his hands but ig

wait so in this dumbass movie percy doesn’t even do anything to get the horn goodbye

i’m still very pissed that they took the scene of annabeth sayjng ‘you drool when you sleep’ but it’s fine i’m NOT fine

why is no one wearing camp shirts 🤬

they may be wrong but i didnt know it was ‘brUnner’ not ‘brUNner’

it’s kinda cute how when percy first sees annabeth he’s like ‘ooouuu who’s that name now 😌😏”

brown haired blue eyed looking ass BITCH

‘A real horses ass’ laughed a LITTLE

so the poseidon cabin is just *THAT* open poor percy no privacy

oh wait wth they already know his daddy poseidon 🤨

like everyone just knew ????

when did percy get new clothes the fuck

why did everyone laugh and shake their heads when chiron introduced percy what whores

omg luke 🥺

i know everyone knows this but it’s *SOOOOOOOOO* unrealistic annabeth and luke aren’t on the same team. like i’m pretty sure in the first book annabeth said they had a permanent allies type thing with the hermes cabin

‘that’s a sword! that’s a sword’ aw baby luke why’d you have to be evil 🙁🤚

where the FUCK did that bitch tryna be annabae come from

she realky said ‘i love trees🌲☺️❤️’

why does annabeth act like clarisse during capture the flag

also the fuCK WHERE MY BABY CLARISSE

why are there like actual 30 yr olds at camp

luke was so excited when he saw percy get up he said ‘omg no way✨’

so suddenly percy just knows sword play 😀

and deFEATS ANNABETH WE ALL KNOW HE CANT EVEN DO THAT NOW

y’all red heads a bunch of babies

i already know it’s coming

shit no

i hate it

i hate it so much

already ew’d out

‘i definitely have strong feelings for you, i just haven’t decided if they’re positive or negative yet.’

‘well you let me know when you figure it out’

‘you’ll be the first’

why they just drinking nectar for fun?? like bruh you tryna die or sum

after that i can’t watch anymore tonight

it’s been like 3 weeks but let’s not talk about that

i’m not even gonna comment on the campfire scene anymore my god

i like how in movies everyone is like “omg the underworld so scary percy you can’t go that’s so dangerous you will DIE”

and in the books they’re like “yeah it’s dangerous but whateva you 12 yr olds have fun down there bring me a souvenir!!”

why does luke have?? video?? games?? in?? his?? cabin??

WAIT LIKE A WHOLE ASS TECHNOLOGY SETUP WHAT

why is luke the only one in his cabin like where’s the stolls and chris 😳

you mean to tell me luke broke into hermes house just for like funzies and to steal shit?

sounds like travis and connor but ok✨

what the fuck even is the whole pearl plot

i don’t even wanna talk about the medusa scene

percy has an ipod 🤡

“i’ve only been in the outside world a few times” did you fucking practice driving those few times or WHAT

if percy could actually heal people with water wowie imagine how useful

why did percy bring swimming trunks on a quest

can this brown haired bitch shut up already

sally never took gabes last name excuse you 🤣

ofc it’s fucking fox news giving us that bullshit info on sally

they in nashville wee-doggie 🤠

‘hey it’s your mom’ obviously dumbass she has eyes

so they hid in the potty room for like 5 hours? huh

yeah let’s jus facetime lukey real quick 🥰

silly boy percy

“how flipping awesome was that”

does percy even know he can bend water in the first book

that’s gonna be an unexplainable statue for the workers tmrw

lotus hotel baby

the only reason this movie is watchable

vegas be lookin kinda fresh i wannna go

i wanna stay at the lotus hotel this place looks sick asf

lotus flower treats yummy yum

here comes gaga 😮

why they laugjing so much

wonder if nico likes gaga

imagine like 10 yr old nico just straight vibing there

grover pulling out the dance movies yessir 🤩

“no❤️ percy don’t eat the flower”

why didn’t percy just like grab the flowers and throw them

OOOO KESHA WE LOVE TO SEE IT

TIKTOK ON THE CLOCK BUT THE PARTY DONT STOP NOW WOAHWOAHWOAH

i’m bored ✨

ooo skeletons

charon my queen 👑🥳

“we drowned in a bathtub, all three of us” 😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊

i wish that was in the movie

i wish a lot of things were in the movie hit that is high

we’re in the same boat in the very same boat

how do you get seasick in an elevator- BOAT?

the way to the underworld is over the styx it’s a river

i know, you show off chicks

sexist much? go make a splash

i’ll splash you

it’s like watching titian’s clash, they’ll kill each other it they’ll kiss if we’re lucky they’ll end up in an abyss

um

anyways✨

hades do be looking kinda cool tho

that’s a cool ring you got there hades

omg mommy sally 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

how did percy not notice the lightening bolt in the damn shield befORE???

“it’s luke shield he betrayed us”

damn she switched sides real fast

this phoney bitch why does she want power and a war sis go plant shit

i refuse to believe hades is abusive sorry sis you ain’t fooling me

god where’s Juniper when you need her

so no fight between percy and aries 🤡

instead we have lukey pukey

omh he’s the lightening thief i did not see that coming ong 😳

^^ me on twitter after it’s revealed on the percy jackson tv show

can this luke character chile

percy pulled a harry styles and said “i’m falling” 😔

i’m thE SON OF POSEIDON I NEVER ASKED TO BE BUT IM THE SON OF POSEIDON

“yeah, i think i am the son of poseidon”

okay 🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

omG i goT bUtTerFliEs

how does s-dog jusy know how to get to olympus did y’all get freaky up there or

that’s actually kinda how i imagine olympus looking so

i guess

good job

maybe

what is this ant man why they so small

“i have no connection to poseidon”

p-dog looked kinda hurted 😳

as if zeus would ever compliment percy

has athena ever told annabeth *or any of her kids* i’m proud of you

“i need to speak with him” “just this once”

yet we got poseidon showing up once in awhile just to say hi

7 months? 😀

percy was 7 months old?

now i don’t remember much but i don’t think it was that long luv ❤️

“always”

i thought i was watching percy jackson not harry potter tf is up

sally and percy have my whole heart

g-man got his horns

chiron 🥺✨

missed my main hoe 😍

why are there so many fucking campers

there’s like 500

let’s take a chill pill shall we

annabeth and percy look like siblings in this

 incest 😳

they bouta fiGHTshe better have won

k well that’s it thank the gods 😘

i’ll be back in like 4 months to review sea of monsters i need a break of bullshit

OH ITS NOT OVER

it’s gabe

he pulled a demi

stone cold

stone cold

everyone will be happier without him

[ghost-in-the-hella]

19 with Victoria Chase and Chloe?

For whatever reason, I can’t seem to keep chaseprice stories short! Sorry this took so long, but I hope it’s worth it. I also immediately thought chaseprice when I saw that prompt (“According to this survey, most people agree you are, in fact, a gigantic asshole.”), so thanks for being on the same page with me there :) Unbeta’d and virtually unrevised despite how long it took me to write it, so please take it with a grain of salt.

Content warnings for misogynistic insults, underage drinking and drug use, and implied attempted sexual assault. Because teens in Arcadia Bay are awful to each other.

---

Chloe hasn’t seen Rachel since the first hour of the party. She stopped even getting texts from her about twenty minutes ago. She can already feel the familiar shapes of the argument they’re going to have tomorrow morning. Chloe will accuse Rachel of ditching her and ignoring her texts. Depending on how pissed she is, she might trot out the old dead horse about being abandoned by Max and flog that for a bit while Rachel fails to keep from rolling her eyes. Then Rachel will remind her about their agreement, that they’re both free agents and maybe if Chloe acted more like a free agent and less like a cuckolded wife she wouldn’t be so pissy all the time.

It’ll go back and forth for hours with Chloe whining about her abandonment issues and Rachel claiming that Chloe’s suffocating her, and at the end of it nothing will have changed. They’ll kiss and make up like they always do, but as soon as the next Vortex Club event comes around Rachel will insist on dragging Chloe and then she’ll ditch her in a crowd of people she hates and the whole cycle will start over again.

The whole thing is fucking exhausting, and Chloe’s sick of it. 

Not as sick as Victoria Chase is, though; damn. It’s a hell of a sight: the Queen Bitch of Blackwell teetering drunkenly on ill-advised high heels - possibly only still on her feet because of the bodies of people dancing around her - and looking like she’s contemplating puking in her purse. She looks awful. 

It would be more amusing if Rachel were there to make fun of her with Chloe. It would also be more amusing if it weren’t so painfully pathetic. Chloe’s way too sober to enjoy the sordid spectacle. Being the designated driver sucks ass, especially when the literal whole point of these parties is to get wasted. 

Chloe almost jumps out of her skin when her phone suddenly - finally - buzzes in her pocket.

Rachel: U still at the party?

Chloe scowls at her phone.

Chloe: of fucking course i am

Chloe: where else would i be??

Chloe: im ur fucking dd

Rachel: o right! Srry I already caught a ride

“Are you fucking kidding me!?”

Rachel: c u 2morro tho

Rachel: 2 whales date? Not 2 early tho

Rachel: this hangover’s gona be a biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch

Rachel: luv u <3 <3 <3 xoxoxo

Rachel: xxx 

Rachel: ;P

Chloe buries her phone in her pocket, fuming. She can actually feel the anger rising off of her skin like steam. Obviously there’s no reason for her to continue being a designated driver if Rachel’s already fucked off with whatever Blackwell jock or cheerleader she’s decided to rail tonight. Chloe’s free to crash on the couch tonight with the rest of the drunk losers. Pass out in the bathtub maybe. There’s tons of booze in the kitchen; she should start there. Stoners are usually in the basement; they shouldn’t be hard to sniff out. Maybe if she’s lucky she’ll find the folks who’re always doing coke in some random bedroom or office and score a noseful. It’s not like she’s got classes in the morning. She can afford to live a little, as long as she’s not actually paying for it.

Chloe starts to push her way through the crowd to the kitchen.

“Watschh where yrr fffuckin goin…” slurs a messy but recognizable voice as a hand grips Chloe’s upper arm.

Jesus Christ, Victoria’s even more wasted than Chloe thought at first glance. Her hand on Chloe’s arm might be the only thing keeping her upright at the moment, which is the only reason why Chloe doesn’t immediately tear herself away. 

“Careful, Vicky; poverty might be contagious.” Chloe attempts to pry Victoria’s fingers from around her arm to no avail.

The idiot jock standing behind Victoria laughs at that, but Victoria just looks confused. And drunk. So very, very drunk.

“Ffffug you, Chhhloe,” Victoria slurs out.

Chloe raises an eyebrow. “Wow, you must be shitfaced. That was practically my real name!” She carefully shoves Victoria back off of her arm as the jock moves to steady Victoria by holding onto her waist.

“C’mon, babe,” he says, leaning close to her ear. He grins at Chloe and winks like he thinks she’s in on some kind of conspiracy with him, which immediately pisses Chloe off. “I’ve got it from here,” he informs her.

Victoria groans something inarticulate and tries to push the jock away, but she ends up just stumbling back into his stupidly broad chest. She really shouldn’t get so drunk and wear such high heels at the same time; clearly, it’s a dangerous combination.

“Dude, I don’t think she wants to go with you,” Chloe says as calmly as she can. She really doesn’t want to get involved. She wants to get drunk and stoned and so blitzed out of her mind that she forgets all about being pissed at Rachel. She doesn’t want to get sucked into whatever drama Victoria’s got brewing tonight. But she also really doesn’t want to watch a drunk girl get mauled by some entitled meathead, even if said drunk girl is a royal pain in her ass. 

“Nah, she’s good. Just needs some fresh air. C’mon, Tori, let’s go for a walk.”

“Don’ ffffuggin call me Tori,” Victoria growls, tugging her arm out of his too-firm grip and nearly falling right off her ridiculous and undoubtedly overpriced heels. “Iss Victoria.”

The creep ignores her and tugs on her arm again, toppling her into his body once more. “It’s cool,” he attempts to assure Chloe. “We’re friends. I’ll get her home safe.”

“She definitely doesn’t want to go with you. Let her go.”

“Dude, be cool! She’s just being a bitch. You know what Tori’s like.” He holds Victoria’s wrists to curtail her squirming.

“Fuggoff!”

Chloe cracks her knuckles loudly enough to get the jock’s attention. “I’ve got better things to do with my left hand tonight than break it on your nose, but if you don’t unhand her in the next five seconds I’ll do it anyway.”

That gives the jock pause, but he doesn’t look like he quite believes her. “You wouldn’t.”

Chloe shrugs. “If you don’t believe me, why don’t you ask Logan why his nose slants to the right? Although he’ll probably lie. Ask his ex-girlfriend; she’ll tell you the truth.”

---

As Chloe guides a stumbling and incessantly bitching Victoria through the dark toward her truck, she silently curses every decision in her life that led her to this moment. It’s actually not that different from drunk-walking Rachel home after a party, except that when Victoria keeps touching her boob it’s probably accidental. Probably.

“Where’ss Nathan?” Victoria whines, head lolling onto Chloe’s shoulder and smearing a healthy quantity of expensive makeup into her favorite Firewalk shirt. Which is fine. Not like Chloe can’t just steal another one next time they have a 2010 tour. Time travel’s a thing, right?

“I have no idea where Prescock is. Surprised he’s not doing shots out of your cleavage.”

Victoria’s trying to text, but she keeps almost dropping her phone. “Where are theese bisches?” Victoria grumbles as her manicured fingers jab and swipe at the screen of her phone with the dexterity of a toddler with two handfuls of butter. “Sposdt to be my frens…” 

Victoria’s entire focus is on her phone when it should really be on walking. Chloe tugs her upright and tries to steer her for the umpteenth time. “Can it wait til we’re in the truck at least?”

Victoria grinds to a halt and finally tears her eyes from her phone. “M’not gedding into that… that…” Victoria flails at Chloe’s truck and nearly falls over. “Deathtrap.”

“You had to get a tetanus shot to live in the dorms, right? You’ll be fine.” Chloe grips Victoria’s elbow with one hand to keep her upright and wrangles the passenger door open with the other. “Go on, get in.”

Victoria glares at Chloe foggily. “Are you khhidnappng me, Price?”

“...That’s a joke, right?”

Victoria whacks Chloe solidly in the sternum with her phone. “B’cause I’ll haf you know, my frens will put your assss in jail like that.” Victoria tries and fails to snap her fingers, then stares at them as if she cannot comprehend why they are not obeying her.

Chloe rubs at her sore sternum in annoyance. “Yeah, well, maybe your ‘frens’ should be the ones getting your drunk ass safely back to the dorms instead of abandoning you and letting random creepers paw at you. Then maybe I could get my drunk on in peace instead of wasting my weekend cleaning your puke out of my truck.”

Chloe’s expecting some pushback. Victoria hasn’t even touched her truck, much less puked in it. What she isn’t expecting is for Victoria to shove her phone in Chloe’s face. “You texx thm.” Victoria reaches for the door handle, yanks the door open, and unsteadily clambers into Chloe’s truck.

“Ow, what the fuck! You want me to text your friends?”

“Tell’m yer kidnappin me.”

“Uh, okay, no, I’m not doing that. But I can text your friends if there’s someone you’d rather get a ride with.”

Chloe carefully shuts Victoria’s door and walks around her truck to the driver’s side, thumbing through Victoria’s message history. She tries Nathan first, even though she can see that Victoria’s last ten messages to him have gone unanswered.

Victoria: hey victoria needs a safe ride back to the dorms. can you come get her?

Nathan: whothFUCKisthis

Victoria: a good samaritan. seriously tho your friend is halfway to passed out, can you help?

Nathan: fuckoffBITCH

Victoria: god why does victoria even like you?

She tries Courtney next.

Victoria: hey victoria needs a safe ride back to the dorms. can you come get her?

Courtney: I don’t know, can Victoria not call my boyfriend a MAN WHORE?

“We’re 0 for 2, Victoria. What’s the name of that blonde girl you’re always hanging around with?”

“Sweetie…”

“Um, what?”

“Goddddd you’re fuckn incomph-- incump-- incompetant. Sweet. T.”

“I have no idea what you’re-- Oh.” Jesus, the girl is literally in Victoria’s phone as Sweet-T. Gaaaaaaayyyy. 

Victoria: hey victoria needs a safe ride back to the dorms. can you come get her?

Sweet-T: Victoria? Victoria Chase?

Sweet-T: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

Sweet-T: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Sweet-T: Tell that bitch good luck. 

Sweet-T: Actually wait don’t.

Sweet-T: Tell her to choke.

Sweet-T: Btw Taylor lost her phone.

“Uhh, looks like ‘Sweet-T’ lost her phone. And it’s fallen into the hands of someone who completely hates your pretentious ass; no big surprise there.”

Chloe starts texting Victoria’s contacts at random as Victoria sulks. Most people don’t even respond. The responses she does get are… not encouraging.

Zach: sup biiiiiiiiiiitttcccccccchhhhhh yeah i’ll give vicky a ride ON MY DICK

Hayden: new fone who dis

Brooke: Who is this and how did you get my number? Don’t ever text me again.

Dana: I gott a ride w Jules srry

Juliet: Already back at the dorms. Good luck I guess. 

Logan: fukk that bisch wut

“Well, Victoria, looks like none of your friends are coming to help. So you can either let me give you a ride back to campus, or you can pass out on a couch inside and hope for the best.”

“What th hell djou say to them??”

“Just that you needed a safe ride to the dorms. That’s all.”

“Bullsshhhitt. You pissed them off.”

Chloe laughs out loud at that. “I pissed them off?? You pissed them off by being a gigantic asshole!”

“M’ noddan asshole.”

“Oh, no? Well…” Chloe holds up Victoria’s phone and waves it in front of her face. “According to this survey, most people agree you are, in fact, a gigantic asshole.”

Which is how Chloe ends up comforting a sobbing Victoria Chase in a stranger’s driveway and wishing she’d never been born.

---

Chloe: dude. Srsly. Fuck u for abandoning me at that fucking vc party.

Rachel: chloe?

Rachel: wat timesit?

Rachel: w happnd?

Chloe: its 3am

Chloe: and victoria FUCKING chase is passed out on me

Rachel: ur joking

Rachel: omg

Rachel: pls take a pic

Chloe: this isnt funny rach

Rachel: it’s fucking hilarious!

Chloe: its SAD.

Rachel: Wait so

Rachel: did you fuck her?

Chloe: WHAT????

Chloe: NO!!!!!

Rachel: Oh good bc I don’t think there’s enough bleach in the world to clean your soul after fucking victoria chase

Chloe: she’s drunk AF

Chloe: her friends ditched her 

Chloe: and i kinda called her an asshole

Chloe: so she cried on my shoulder until she passed out

Chloe: and now i’m trapped

Rachel: Poor baby.

Rachel: Chew your arm off?

Chloe: not funny.

Rachel: Again, totally funny.

Chloe: Srsly tho, what should i do???

Rachel: idk

Rachel: sneak out?

Chloe: we’re in my truck

Rachel: hahahahahahahaha

Rachel: of course you are

Rachel: so wake her bitch ass up!

---

Victoria Chase snores. Nothing in the world could have prepared Chloe for that knowledge. She also drools, which is unfortunate for the state of Chloe’s jacket. Not that it’s the cleanest thing in the world anyway, but still. It’s the principle of the thing.

Victoria’s normally immaculate hair is in a state of total chaotic disarray. At least half of her makeup is gone, and what remains is smeared artlessly all over her face. She smells like a brewery. Chloe’s arm has fallen asleep under the weight of her head. Chloe envies it. The sweet release of sleep would be infinitely preferable to the intense awkwardness of being conscious right now.

The moonlight paints Victoria’s face in delicate shades of pale, highlighting the refined angles of her cheekbone, her jawline, her nose. She’s snoring and drooling and messy and the most utterly awful person; it shouldn’t be possible for her to be beautiful in this moment.

And yet. And yet.

Chloe should shove her awake. She should push Victoria off her shoulder, buckle up both of their seatbelts, and deposit her safely back at the dorms (because even though Victoria’s an objectively horrible person, that doesn’t mean that Chloe is). Chloe should abandon ship, let Victoria sleep it off in the front of her truck while Chloe returns to the party and drinks until she can’t remember what Victoria looks like in the moonlight. Maybe if she drinks enough, by the time she’s sober enough to drive Victoria will have sobered up and found her own way home.

Victoria makes a sleepy sort of grumbling sound and shifts against Chloe’s shoulder, draping an arm over Chloe’s middle and snuggling close. Her hair tickles Chloe’s neck and jaw as it sticks out at peculiar angles, and Chloe wants to laugh or possibly die. There’s really nowhere else for Chloe’s arm to go, so it ends up wrapped around Victoria. Victoria lets out a sound that’s disturbingly close to a contented sigh.

“Hey... Vic?”

“Mphgmhm?”

“Um… Are you aware that you’re cuddling me like I’m your long-lost childhood teddy bear?”

“Grhmphgm.”

“Uh. ‘Kay. Long as you know.”

“Mphkm.” Victoria nuzzles into Chloe’s shoulder, squeezing her tighter. Chloe awkwardly pats her side and Victoria sighs again.

“Hey, uh… I’m sorry about what I said before. I mean, not about you being an asshole, ‘cause I’m not gonna lie. But about your friends. I’m… sure your friends do like you, really.”

Victoria shrugs a little, frowning delicately. “Dsnmttr. Sleeb.”

Sleep. Okay. That’s theoretically possible. Chloe’s slept in more uncomfortable positions in this very truck, after all. So she closes her eyes and rests her head against the back of her seat, and she listens to the steady rhythm of Victoria’s breathing until the world begins to fade into a comforting void.

Shit’s going to be awkward in the morning. But, well. That can wait until the morning.

[jughead-is-canonically-aroace]

The Man Who Was Too Awkward To Mention He Had Amnesia

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

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

pairing: moxiety

wordcount: 3952

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

“No.”

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

end ID]

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

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

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

end ID]

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

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

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

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

end ID]

—

Later…

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

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

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

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

Virgil turned to look at his room.

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

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

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

Wait.

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

“Why am I a thermometer?”

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

Jogging up the steps.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are we making?” he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

I don’t get it.

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

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

Dang, I sure do like dark colors.

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

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

—

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

—

There was a box of brownie mix in the cupboard.

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

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

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

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

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

Virgil leaned down and kissed him.

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

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

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

“What!” Patton squeaked again.

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

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

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

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

“I- You- Virge, since when?”

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

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

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

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

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

For a moment, everything stopped. What?

“You’re in love with me?”

“You thought we were dating!”

“You just said we weren’t!”

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

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

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

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

Business Casual smirked. “As I suspected.”

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes.”

“Can I kiss you?”

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

—

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

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

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

—

*dont @ me, you read the disclaimer

**DONT FUCKING @ ME

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

[homeforchristmas-au]

Character bios pt 2!!

Decided to continue the bios for the rest of the fam squad, the full extended family!! Might change things around a bit, we’ll see!!! Here’s part one in case you missed it :3

Emile Sanders (formerly Picani):

Age: 46

Pronouns: he/him/they/them

Height: 6’1”

Curly medium golden mahogany brown hair and sky blue eyes, subtly tanned skin covered in freckles, red framed rounded glasses, likes dressing like a cartoon character or just wearing cartoon merch (his prized possession is his Mabel pines jumper) but wears a brown cardigan over a white button down shirt with a pink necktie when he goes to work

A big goofball that has a lot of love to give, but he still knows when to be more subdued and calm and when to activate “serious picani”. He’s always loved helping people work through their issues which is why he’s a therapist

Like patton, he’s excellent at reading emotions, though he’s a bit better at it since he’s a professional

Has ADHD, but has developed the necessary coping skills to help keep his symptoms under control

Has two siblings; Catarina (Patton’s mother) and Leonard (Patton’s other uncle). Emile is the baby of the family while Leonard is the oldest

Emile met Thomas when they were both in college. They shared an ASL class and quickly began getting along, and frequently practiced sign language together and feelings developed from there

It was quite some time before they got married, but it was well worth the wait

Thomas Sanders:

Age: 43

Pronouns: he/him

Height: 5’10”

The standard character Thomas look; floppy medium brown hair, chestnut eyes, fair skinned, wears the same three shirts periodically for five years until he buys three new shirts, the usual stuff

He’s a sweet, down to earth guy. Loves cartoons almost as much as Emile does, has a passion for pizza, theatre, and the cats of the world he’ll never be able to pet without dying. He can be impulsive at times, but his heightened anxiety oftentimes outweighs that

Has three brothers named Christian, Patrick, and Shea, but I won’t describe them in depth cos I don’t wanna get any facts wrong since this is based on Thomas himself oop-

I’m literally just describing the canon character Thomas except slightly older im-

There’s like nothing else to add to make this fun and unique it’s just character Thomas welp

Thomas and Emile’s kids:

Anton Sanders:

Age: 16

Pronouns: any/all

Height: idk uh ??? 5’7” ???

Medium length wavy black hair, electric blue eyes, fair skinned with a beauty mark on his right cheek beneath his eye, usually wears fashionable clothes and declares himself an eleven, often wears scarves and turtlenecks (almost exclusively black) as well as his round mirrored sunglasses

Can and will kill you with a single look. Especially if you mess with his family. He’ll never admit it but he loves them with everything he’s got, even if he never acts like it for even a moment

Especially adores Remy and respects that they’re discovering themself and exploring new possibilities. He knows from experience how tough that is and how much of a challenge it can be

Was adopted at age three after his parents were busted for child abuse and heavy drug addiction. It took quite some time for him to come out of his shell but Emile and Thomas were nothing but patient and loving and kind. He still has a lot of trust issues but he knows he can trust his family

Will never admit it now but became insanely jealous when remy was adopted into the family. He did not want a brother because he knew that meant he was being replaced and he wasn’t loved anymore

Eventually Thomas and Emile sat him down and they all talked through it and assured Anton that he was still loved and he was not being replaced

It still took a very long time for Anton to trust Remy, even if he was only a baby

His heart was won over when Remy said his first word to him

All he said was “no” but Anton admired his defiant spirit

also yes this is the Critic how did u know

Remy Sanders:

Age: 12 (birthday January 16)

Pronouns: he/him/they/them/it/its

Height: damnit how tall are 12 year olds

Shoulder length hair dyed dark purple at the roots that fades into magenta at the ends (hair colour changes periodically depending on what it feels like having), chocolate brown eyes, fairly dark skinned but not heavily so, gender expression changes at the drop of a hat but it often wears leather, skirts, beanies, and a heck ton of earrings (when it turns eighteen it starts getting a lot of different piercings like angel bites, nostril, and industrial piercings, etc) (that’s worth noting)

Almost always sarcastic but that’s its way of showing love really. It’s a helluva punk that can and will fight anyone to the death if they deserve it (or if they hurt someone Remy likes). It’s actually a huge nerd but doesnt usually show that side of itself. It loves reading, watching shows like doctor who, and doing puzzles with Logan

Was diagnosed with adhd after Emile noticed it experienced similar symptoms for quite a while

Was adopted by Thomas and Emile when it was a baby (and Anton was four), having been found by Emile when it was left in a box in an alleyway, which was a long and complicated process but one hundred percent worth it

It has a trio of male rats named Holmes, Watson, and Splinter. Thomas was a bit reluctant to let it adopt rats but they all went to a rat breeder and when Thomas saw them all and even held one he realised it wasn’t so bad and they were actually kinda cute

When it was nine years old, it nearly died in a nasty hit and run. A truck had swerved into it when it was by the side of the road. It was fine after a lengthy recovery except it had to use a wheelchair after some spinal cord damage left it immobilised from the waist down. The driver was never identified

It probably wasn’t a coincidence that this event occurred not long after remy started talking about how much it loved boys just as much as it loved girls, but that teas a bit too hot for this post

Logan’s sisters:

Ellen Adams-Waterson:

Age: 26

Pronouns: she/her

Height: 5’6”

Light auburn hair going just barely past the shoulders, honey eyes, fair skinned though mildly tanned, covered from head to toe with freckles, red framed rectangular glasses, usually wears clothes for comfort and especially likes turtlenecks

She’s a determined, steadfast kinda gal who fights for whats right and gives everything she has for her loved ones, especially her immediate family. Although she can be pretty blunt with her words she’s also kindhearted and wants whats best for everyone

She’s an avid writer, and has actually published a novel. She also dabbles in fanfiction and is unashamed about it

She’s married to a wonderful wife named Elizabeth and they have a daughter named Kaylee (15)

She’s also been trying to quit smoking but so far that has yielded no results

Ashley Fletcher (formerly Adams):

Age: 24

Pronouns: she/her

Height: 5’10”

Long light ash brown hair that reaches her tailbone that she keeps parted to the right, electric blue eyes, fair skinned and a face full of freckles, black rectangular glasses, tries to be fashion forward but mostly just wears T-shirts and denim jackets

She’s a trans woman and has been transitioning for a few years now with lots of support from her family. She’s a nice person but let’s people walk all over her a bit. She doesn’t like confrontation much because of her anxiety disorder, but she’s trying to get better with that

Loves acting and wants to pursue it as a career, but her anxiety makes it difficult to put herself out there

Married to a trans man named warren and they have a son named jack (11) and a daughter named Emma (6)

She met warren at a pride event with Logan and Patton, and it was actually Patton who met him first (although at the time he went by a different name and didnt know he was trans yet) and then introduced him to the others

They actually talked about adopting a child long before even considering marriage. Although they realised it would look better to adoption agencies if they were married, and that was the main reason they even went through all of that

Renae Adams:

Age: 21

Pronouns: she/her/he/him

Height: 6’8”

Short wavy hair dyed bright pink, amber eyes, fair skinned, a black *dabs* styling pair of Warby Parker’s, often wears high neck shirts and suit jackets, basically always business casual because she can, and loves wearing hoop earrings

There are two sides to Renae; either stone cold businessperson or happy go lucky memelord with a heart of gold. She’s a lot like Logan in that regard, although it’s harder to predict what side of her you’ll see at any given moment. She can either be a super soft bean or the scariest person on the planet

Has been dealing with OCD her whole life, and sometimes it gets particularly bad (especially the intrusive thoughts) but she has a therapist and psychiatrist she sees somewhat regularly

She runs her own coffee shop called Real Bean Café and it does fairly well. She’s always thinking about how she can improve her business

She’s aroace so she isn’t in a romantic relationship but she is in a queerplatonic relationship with a beautiful enby named Pigeon

They actually met in her coffeeshop. Renae saw Pigeon’s Attack on Titan T-shirt and was immediately compelled to talk to them

And that is it for part two of the character bios!!! Might make another post talking about Logan’s sisters’ kids and partners but idk we’ll see 👀

I just really like character designs man lmao

Lemme know if I need to tag anything else my brain box isn’t generating the required tags rn lmao

[crankywhenprovoked]

Ten songs, Ten drabbles.

Inspired by @im-basically-logan who did something like this.

Feat: Moxiety, Analogical, Prinxiety, Rosleep, Logince.

Song 1: “She thinks she needs me.” By Andy Griggs (Romantic Moxiety)

Patton’s smile was always wide when he looked at Virgil, telling him how much he loves him, holding him tight.  Every day telling him that he couldn’t imagine life without him in it, that he loves him in his arms.  And Virgil always likes to smile, chuckling slightly and holds Patton that little bit tighter.  Though all that can ever go through his mind is that Patton’s wrong in a way, that Virgil’s the lucky one here.

He’s the one that needs Patton like he needs air, needs the kisses and the hugs.  Feeling like he could fall apart if Patton were to ever leave.  But words are hard, so he just holds him tighter when Patton holds him, and prays that he knows.

Song 2: “Hero of Rhyme” By Starbomb. (Platonic? Logince)

“I’m the hero here!” Roman complained as Logan grabbed the button that said ‘hero’.

“Oh, haven’t you heard?” Logan asked, holding it out of Roman’s reach.

“Heard what?”

“So you haven’t, sad.”

“Heard what?!”

“That you might be the hero of all time, but I’m the Hero of Rhyme.” Logan smiled as Roman sputtered out indignantly.

Song 3: “Lick it up” by KISS (Romantic Analogical)

“You are making a mess.” Logan mumbled, watching Virgil stir something in a bowl.

“You decided not to help, so this is your fault.”  Virgil smiled as Logan rolled his eyes.

“Falsehood.”

“Says you. Want a taste?”

Logan blinked as Virgil held out his fingers, covered in the batter, with a smirk on his face.  The smirk faltered as Logan grabbed his wrist, taking his finger into his mouth, sucking it clean, pulling off with a pop.  Letting go of his wrist, Logan leaned in and pressed a kiss to Virgil’s slack mouth before turning to leave.

“Oh, I don’t fucking think so.” Virgil growled, pulling him back.  “Don’t you dare think you can get away that easily, mister.”

Song 4: “From this moment” By Shania Twain. (Romantic Prinxiety)

Roman swallowed hard as he fought not to fix his tie again, trying not to fidget too much as he waited.  The people in the pews were talking in a low murmur as Roman shifted again, before jumping as the music started.  People stood at the doors at the back of the place opened, Patton walking through first, light purple dress fluttering as he made his way down.

Roman’s mouth fell open as Virgil stepped through the doors, his white dress wrapped around him beautifully.  As he made his way to the altar, Roman held out his hands and took Virgil’s one the bouquet was passed to Patton.

“Ladies and gentlemen of the realm, I welcome you.” Logan started, as Roman got lost in his soon to be husbands eyes.

Song 5: “Dancing away with my heart” By Lady Antebellum (Romantic Analogical)

Virgil still couldn’t believe that Logan had actually asked him to prom, and that he had agreed to go at all.  For years he said he wouldn’t do something so ‘mainstream’ and he had no interest in going.  But then he started dating Logan, and it was getting close to the end of the year, when people were starting to do stupid proposals.

Logan’s was simple, just a purple balloon that read ‘prom?’ on it, tied to Virgil’s locker in the morning.  The thing that sealed the deal was Logan’s face, the hopeful smile when Virgil turned with shocked eyes.  And the soft kiss when he said yes was nice too.

Now the two were here, swaying slowly below the tacky disco ball, and Virgil couldn’t think of a single reason he used to think he didn’t want to be here.

Song 6: “Whenever, Wherever” By Shakira. (Romantic Moxiety)

Patton’s mouth dropped open as he watched Virgil move, his hips rolling back and forth to the song playing through the speakers.  Virgil hadn’t seen him yet, probably the only reason that he hadn’t stopped moving.  He knew that Virgil was much more graceful then he lead everyone to believe, but he didn’t realize quite the extent of it all.

“Enjoying the show?” Virgil’s voice startled him, looking up into Virgil’s amused eyes.

“Yes.” He squeaked, swallowing hard as Virgil moved towards him, putting Patton’s hands on his swiveling hips.

“Then how about we head upstairs and I’ll give you a private show?”

Song 7: “Already Gone” By SugarLand (Romantic RoSleep)

Roman knew he was gone, the first time that Remy winked at him behind those fucking glasses and smiled at him.  He knew that he was screw and would do anything that Remy asked of him, no matter what it was.  And he did, late nights laying out and kissing the whole night, giving himself fully to him, even gave him heart.

And he knew it was going to hurt, when Remy stopped kissing him as much, making excuses of why he didn’t touch him anymore.  In the end they came to the decision together, signing the papers, and splitting it all in half.  And the last kiss was bittersweet, but he smiled at him and let Roman go, watching him go from the front porch, saying goodbye to the life they were leaving behind.

Song 8: “Super Trouper” By ABBA (Romantic Logince)

Roman frowned as he got his makeup on, knowing he should have had it done already, but he wasn’t feeling it.  Another show, another swarm of faces that meant nothing to him, claps that rang echo in his heart.  He was so sick of this, he missed his love and wanted to be home, not doing a new show in a new city, again.  But he signed up for this life, he just wished it didn’t suck so much.

A knock on his door startled him, before calling for the person to come in, setting his brush down to grab another.

“I know, show soon.” He mumbled as the stage hand came in.

“15 minutes, and I was told to tell you that Logan was just seated.”

Roman gasped, turning to look at Virgil who gave him a smile, as Roman turned back to the mirror, eyes sparkling as he got ready.  He could do this, this was going to be the best show, he was going to make sure of it.

Song 9: “He could be the one.” By Hannah Montana. (Romantic Prinxiety)

Virgil felt his heart flutter as Roman smiled at him, before he went back to his work, leaving Virgil a mess.  He hated it, how Roman could turn his entire brain into mush with just a simple look, heaven forbid he wink at him.  How was he ever going to actually get through a date with him, or letting Roman kiss him.

“You ok?” Roman’s voice broke through his thoughts, making him jump.

“Y-yea, fine!” He squeaked, cheeks heating up as Roman chuckled.

“As long as you’re sure, can’t have my future boyfriend being not ok.”

Virgil’s face turned darker red as Roman’s smile widened, wrapping his arm around Virgil’s waist, kissing his forehead.

“Jerk.” He mumbled, resting his hands on Roman’s chest, as Roman laughed again.

Song 10: “Roar” Katy Perry (Kid!Moxiety)

Virgil frowned as he watched the older kids picking on Patton again, pushing him slightly between them.  He hated that they wouldn’t leave him alone, he was so sweet to everyone, why did they have to pick on him.

One of them called Patton a bad name before pushing him harder, making Patton fall on the concrete, making Virgil stand up.  Letting out a small growl, Virgil stalked over, pushing over the one that did it before shoving the other one.

“Leave him alone.” He snarled at them, making them get up and run away, saying more bad things.

“You didn’t have to do that.” Patton mumbled, standing with Virgil’s help.

“Yes I did, you don’t deserve to be picked on.”

Patton’s bottom lip quivered as he tossed his arms around Virgil’s shoulders, hugging him tight as Virgil returned the hug.

[roseamongroses]

Antithesis: (1) “cracks knuckles its time to get educated fools”

Summary: For their Junior project, Roman is unceremoniously paired with Dmitri. 

He's hardly interacted with the guy, a strange occurrence since Virgil has had a weird/unexplained hate-hate relationship with him since middle-school. But it isn't like he's complaining. Dmitri's cute, he compliments Roman, and damn can he paint.So Roman may or may not catch feelings, and he may not be wiling to uncatch them anytime soon.--Dmitri returns the sentiment.

[General Warnings:] Misgendering, Past Misgendering, Past Bullying, Mild Sexual Content,  implied emotional abuse, Cursing [Tags/mood:] highschool au, project troupe, fluff and angst but its all good, chat fic, teen stress, its flordia no snow we die like men [Pairing:] Roceit (Roman Sanders/ Deceit Sanders), hinted future/possible logince/roloceit/loceit [Characters] Roman Sanders/Deceit (Dmitri) Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Logan Sanders, Patton Sanders, Remy (Sleep) Sanders, Nate Sanders, Dragon Witch (Diana) 

(1) (2)

R: hey this is Roman[star] [crown] [star]

R: what do you have in mind for the project??

---

As simple as that text was, according to his very reliable memory, it took him exactly an entire decade to work up the nerve to send that. And he was not a coward mind you- reasonably afraid of sudden movements, sure, but no damn coward. He made sure to inherit the fight gene when he was in the womb with Virgil, around the same time he graciously decided not to absorb the little shit.

As if to further emphasis the magnitude of his fetal sacrifice, Virgil gulped down the rest of the milk. Straight from the pint. Just as Roman poured his cereal.

Virgil raised an eyebrow, “What’s got you all riled up prin-cy?” he tossed the pint. Even though Mom wasn’t there to rag on him for being an absolute heathen, she could still do so later if he left behind evidence.

“Nothing, nothing at all.” He ate his cereal dry, carefully avoiding Virgil’s scrutiny.

“Oh--” Virgil choked, “Oh shit, what did you do.”

“Excuse me,”Roman squawked, “I did nothing, you here? I am a good child.”

“Fuckface,”

“We have the same face,”

“Fuckface,” Virgil flicked his dyed purple, and regularly straightened hair for emphasis, “Last time you didn’t actively shout your problems, we found several stray cats in your room--and then there's the time you lit grandpa’s shed on fire with your self care candles and then there was the homecoming incident of fres-”

“--Ok,” Roman interrupted, “--wow Virgil, drag up my entire hero’s journey while you’re at it,” he pouted, “It’s no big deal, really.”

“When the hero’s journey could make a convincing argument in a court of law that you’re unreasonably fire-prone, then yes it's a big deal Ro, spill.”

“I’m just a little,” understatement, “Overwhelmed, by our junior project--” It's definitely not the project, definately definately, definitely not the project.

“That thing?” Virgil frowned, confused, “Me n’ L, going down to the space-station to do interviews, and a couple of presentations, what's going on in the art department?”

“Fuckin’ nerds,” Roman snorted, stabbing his cereal again, “Pat jus’ had to switch last minute to help the new kid out, so Dee and I got paired together and he--”Roman looked up,suddenly very aware of how Virgil’s normally slouched position became deathly straight, face calm, “Uh...Virge…?”

Roman feels like he forgot something important.

Virgil smiled, “What did that snake-fucker Dmitri do?”

Bingo, that’s what he forgot.

It wasn’t like Virgil’s thing with Dee was something that could be traced back to one particular incident, more like a culmination of the two being forced into being in each others general vicinity when they did not in fact want that company.

Roman avoided that drama, mainly because Virgil and him could hardly stand each other at the time either. So most of what he knows is second hand.

Though Virgil has explained it as, “When he opens his mouth, my flight or fight response is activated.” and as far as Roman knows Dmitri just returned the sentiment.

Roman shoved another spoonful of cereal in his mouth, “Chill, it’s Nothing, really, just, he said something that caught me off guard, that’s all.”

Virgil’s eyes narrowed, “If he does it again, tell me,” he said, “Logan says I can restart the prank war with probable cause.”

Roman shrugged,“-Kay” he said

He will most certainly not.

---

D:Sanders? from 3rd block?

R: ye who else would i be??? where is this other roman???

D:Who knows? How do I know you’re not Virgil w/ Roman’s phone?

R: //gasp// i am no fake. 

D: Proof?

R:[Picture: Roman’s knees are pulled to his chest, him pouting at the camera. 

His hair dyed aubrun and  thrown into a messy bun, paint and freckles littering his  brown skin]

[ThatOneGuyThatVirgilHates <3’s a picture]

D: Oh thank god you are the cute one

---

[out of the way fives]

Hotleg: so.

Sipsipsippin: dammit roman.

Hotleg: i didnt even say anything how dare

Sipsipsippin:hon, i dated you, i know.

Hotleg: we made out like once

Sipsipsippin: i know.

Hotleg: it was like, eigth grade

Sipsipsipin: i k n o w

Hotleg: ok, ok wise and powerful, remington. Guess who it is, bitch.

Sipsipsippin: ill bite

Sipsipsippin: logan?

Hotleg:....

Hotleg: id say ew, but,,,im not entirely agnst that, ,,, i

Hotleg: nope no, it is not infact logan

Sipsipsippin: FUCK i owe pat a five

Hotleg:????betrayl??????in my sanctum????

Sipsipsippin: shh, i did not type that and you saw nothing

Sipsipsippin: gah give me a hint

Hotleg: hes,,,, good with his hands ;)

----

Remy slammed his hands down the table, “Roman you filthy animal tell me who it is.”

A few people nearby looked up, startled, but not entirely surprised. Patton still winced, pointedly looking at his book and pretending like he didn’t know these actual public disturbances but didn’t bother to move. Which is hard to do regardless, when one Roman has made your shoulder his home.

“Sorry can’t speak english,” Roman said, exaggerating his drawl. He picked off of the leftovers on Patton’s plate, avoiding the daggers being driven into him from behind Remy’s tinted frames.

“Patton, do you know?” Remy asked.

Patton frowned, “Know what?” He flipped a page.

“Our wittle Roman’s got a cwush.” Remy slid into a chair, grabbing a fry.

Patton tilted his head, giving Roman a smile, “A crush you say?”

“Shit.” Roman moved to scramble out of his seat, but Patton somehow managed to put down his book, and fit his arm snug around his waist, tugging him lightly back down.

“Pattonnnn,” He whined, “This is an abuse of my need for affection.”

“Poor baby boy,” Patton hummed, “So, about this crush.”

“C’mon Pat, it could just be a squish,”

“Ro, do you find all your squishies that attractive?” Remy said.

“I find all of my friends aesthetically pleasing, I love you all, lots. I would kill for all of you without hesitation.” Patton rested his chin on Roman’s head, “Did he talk about their hands?” he asked pointedly.

“He wrote poetry.”

“Not to romo,” Patton said, “but yeah it’s a Roman Crush™.”

“I just said how much I loved you guys and this is the betrayal I receive? I thought y’all were the Evagiline to my Ray- instead you’re the animation industry to my animators.”

“Bitch, you bugged me all last week about the same shit,” Remy shot back, lovingly, “Karma’s here, so tell me his name or I’m stealing your toenails and feeding them to your first born.” He sipped his drink, face victorious.

Mid gasp, Roman felt Patton’s grip around his waist tighten. He turned around curiously finding Patton’s attention no longer at the table.

Roman followed his line of sight, blinking, “Dmitri?”

“You have a crush on D--fuck,” Remy hissed, rubbing where Roman’s heel dug into his thigh.

“Sorry can’t hear you,” Roman gritted through his teeth, “--call again after the beep bi-Hi Dee!”

Patton leaned back in his chair, picking up his book again but had yet to remove his arm.

Dmitri shifted the tray in his hands, “Uh, hey,” he smiled, “Can I talk to you?” His hair was down today, the short bob barely falling past his shoulders, but his clothes were noticeably covered paint, yet frustratingly enough other than that, nothing seemed ruffled or half assed. All clean lines and angles.

“What about?” Roman’s brow furrowed.

“Yeah,” Remy chimed, waggling his eyebrows, “What abou-oW.”

Dmitri ignored that, “Can I talk to you,” He glanced at Patton, “Privately,” he emphasised, “I found some old art magazines and projects in the library storage room, Mrs. Ider said we can check it out.”

“Uh, okay,” Roman nodded dumbly. He hopped up, snagging a fry before he followed Dmitri.

Walking down the long stretch of hallway, Roman found himself checking his watch several times- something he hardly ever does. Yet, the uncomfortable silence lingered, with only Dmitri’s avoident gazes and the clicks of Roman’s boots to fill the silence.

Lucky for Roman, his tendency for avoidance was relatively short on supply.

“Did I do something wrong?” Roman forced himself not to wince at how needy he sounded.

Dmitri opened the door for him, blinking, “Of course--” his voice dropped to a a whisper as the entered, “Of course not, why do you say so?”

“You seem different?”

“We’ve hardly talked before, aside from text.” Dmitri reasoned, tone awfully similar to when Logan’s trying to justify consuming an entire jar of Crofters in one sitting.

“Dee,” Roman said, raising an eyebrow, “That’s true, but you’re hardly one to get… nervous,” he said, “I’ve heard enough stories from Virgil alone to know.”

Dee froze, neither smiling or frowning, “What… type of stories.” His cheeks were delightfully pinched pink. “Tell me what I did wrong and--” Roman switched on the light to the libraries storage room, hiding a wicked smile as he glanced back, “And I’ll tell you some of my favorites.”

“Just wonderful,” Dmitri muttered, stepping inside as well, “But truthfully you did nothing wrong, I just don’t quite know how to do apologies.”

“Same,” Roman said, “Where are the ‘zines?” he distractedly asked, dragging the step ladder from behind the door.

“Back, left shelf,” Dmitri replied. He steadied the step ladder as Roman climbed up searching the dusty shelves. “What were you trying to not apologize for?” Roman asked, dropping magazines to the floor beside him.

“The...flirting?”

“Oh just the flirting?” he paused, holding a magazine to his chest, “Oh.” he repeated, now breathless. Dmitri looked way, ”Yeah, it didn’t mean anything, sorry,” he said, “I didn’t know you had a boyfriend, I swear I’m usually only a little sleazy.”

“So,” Roman dropped the next magazine, ”It was a joke.” He said a bit quieter, the magazine slapped the ground with more force.

“So is everything cool or…?”

“Uh,” Roman breathed in, blinking rapidly, “Uh, yeah it's all-- Wait, did you say boyfriend?”

“Yes...Is he not?”

“Who, who would--Oh. Oh, No, Patton isn’t--” Roman’s shoulders sagged, “We’re just friends.”

Roman stepped down from the ladder and was met with Dmitri’s look of skepticism.

“Oh, then I meant every word.” Dmitri said, all too casually, “Are you always so touchy with your friends?” he questioned, voice softer.

“Only if they want to.” Roman shrugged, “What do you and your friends do?”

“I don’t have… that many,” Dmitri admitted with a shrug of his own, the two of them hefting up their own pile of magazines, “And the ones I do would probably punch me if I tried anything like that.”

“Do you want to be able to do that?” Roman questioned, tugging open the door with ease, holding it open for Dmitri with his back. Dmitri was quiet, the two settling the stacks onto a table.

“Hey you don’t have to answer it’s really no pressu--”

“No it's fine,” Dmitri said, hugging his arms, “I’d… think I would, but I doubt any of my friends would want to…” His nose curled, “They’d tell me to piss off and get a girlfriend,”

“Well,” Roman said, “I’m your friend, and I’m certainly not going to promote the heterosexual agenda, unless that’s your thing, so I guess the awful duty of cuddles befalls on me,” He winked.

Dmitri looked at him again, “...I guess it does.”

Ao3

[chloe-spade]

H2o Au Ch.1: Water shouldn't be feared...

Warning: Mentions of Abuse, panic attacks/anxiety attacks

Water shouldn't be feared..or so Virgil thought until that day arrived.

The very beginning might work best.

Virgil Dusk was never comfortable when he goes home to his drunk father,who surprisingly keeps his good reputation in the City of Ophal, the town he lived in.

He was always seen as a hero to all for some reason, a good deed man, a rule follower not a rule breaker.

It all changed when Virgil's mom and him divorced and he remarried.

The son, Remy Dusk, actually got along with Virgil and vice versa. Remy always seemed to listen to him for everything he done in his life.

But the stepmom left them, leaving Remy with Virgil and his father, and the father lost hope of love...and went insane.

He blamed Virgil for everything that happened to him, his love life in general.

This gave Virgil major anxiety attacks in his young age and Remy gave him a proper medication.

That was all years ago, they are both in high school.

Virgil never talked but was the most smartest children, along with Remy and Logan.

Logan Smith became Virgil's only best friend and source to conversation whenever he wasn't with Remy. Logan appreciates Virgil and helps him with anything that would frighten him and protect him.

Then there's Patton Grilfred, a happy go lucky child with the talent to make some of mist grumpiest people to crack up laughing, even his twin brother, Dee Grilfred, and he'd make his younger brother, Emile Grilfred crack up. But Virgil would never talk to Patton.

He was friends with the most popular guy in school, Roman Delightful.

Roman was always...not fond of Virgil, to put it nicely. He gave Virgil the name Anxiety after a short little anxiety attack Virgil had, both him and Remus Delightful, his twin, both call him whenever they saw Virgil.

The name became Stuck and Virgil didn't even mind it.

Why was that day so life changing?

Patton was looking at the timer, his eyes closed to the numbers as Roman approached him.

"Well, kiddo, you just got a new personal best of 1.2 seconds."

Roman took off his goggles."Magnificent, Patton. Thanks for coming to practice."

"No problem, I had nothing else to do this summer."Patton admitted, looking at the stop watch."I'll wait for you outside the pool."Patton got up and walked up to the deck, full of fishing boats and yachts, some cruises and ferries as well.

"Hey! Patton!" Cried a boy, who was near a boat.

"Hm??" Patton walked towards them and looks at the boat."Boat won't start?"

"Yeah. I'm missing the engine key..."He said as Patton got on.

"Let me see.."Patton looks around till he see a hole where the engine key should've been in."Yep...it's missing.."

The boat suddenly begun to drift off, Patton more away from the deck he realized.

"Uh, Boys?"He asked when realization hit him.

He was now further away.

"Admit that Roman has it and I will pull you back.

"He doesn't have that! He hates boating."

Patton then sat down, refusing to swim out.

"You alright?"Whispered a voice.

"Anxi-... Virgil."Patton gasp, trying to keep cool.

"Look like you got yourself in a pickle."He muttered, grabbing the engine key from his pocket and inserted it.

"You stole that?"

"They tried to bully by brother...of course." Virgil whispered, starting the boat and begins to drive it.

"I never you were a good driver."

Virgil saw in the distance Logan and Roman, Roman bragging and Logan yawning, basically ignoring.

Virgil saw to the dock they were located."Sup."He said with his tiny voice.

"Something to save me from Roman."He said as gets in the boat next to Patton.

"Are you coming, Roman?"Patton asked, scooting for Logan.

"Is Emo Nightmare driving?"

"Yes, Virgil is driving."

Roman rolled his eyes and entered the boat, and did a little huff.

"Are you done complaining, Princey?"Virgil asked softly.

"Yes."

Virgil started the engine again and was driving to the sea.

It was very relaxing for all, wind flowing through their hair and water glistening in the sunlight.

Suddenly the stopped, in middle of the sea.

"I knew it."Logan said, his eyes not leaving his book.

"You know me to well.."Virgil muttered."At least we have nearby land.."

Patton gives in an paddle, and begins to paddle to the nearby land.

The island, according to Logan, is very old, over 2,000 years old, and is said to have a strange magic whoever came inside it.

"But if honestly I don't really believe that magic part."

"That'd be odd.."Roman admitted as he entered the jungle."Let's just that cave and exit out and find signal."

"This location doesn't have much signal."Patton said, looking at his phone.

"Oh crud.."

After a few hours of wondering, The boys found themselves near two large rocks.

"Higher ground, we might get a better signal."Logan said, grabbing Virgil's arm softly.

Virgil nods and gets up the higher ground.

Patton jumped to the other room along with Roman and Logan. Virgil shook his head at Logan.

"Everything will be alright, Virgil."Logan said, getting closer, reaching his hand out for him.

Virgil shivers a little and tries to jump up but slides down an unexpected hole.

"Virgil!?"

The three surrendered the hole.

"Kiddo! Are you alright?!"Patton asked, trying to look down.

"Y-yes..."Virgil whispered.

"Can you climb up?"

"T-too steep."

Logan climbs down the hole to Virgil's location, checking around.

"Virgil, are you alright?"Logan asked, checking Virgil for marks, brusies, or cuts.

"I-im...alright."Virgil said and got up.

Patton and Roman followed."It's already dark and creepy."

"Stop complaining and come on!"

Virgil followed a glowing light and found a bright cavern, stones and jewels decorated around.

And a pool, glowing with the moon near.

"A way out, Patton."Roman said, getting in the pool.

"Can you try to find an exit?"

Roman nods and dives in to find one.

Logan gets in next, looking up."For sure its about Midnight, or very close.

Roman got up next to Logan."An exit! I found one."

Patton jumps in and looks at Virgil."Ready, kiddo?"

Virgil looked down."I can't swim..."

"Hold my hand, Virgil."Logan said softly.

Virgil did so and immediately dropped to the ocean, only Logan picking him back up.

"Woah... what's happening?"

All looked up and the moon was at it full moon, glowing, water swirling and bubbling around them.

"Follow me."Roman said, diving in.

The rest followed to the exit, Not knowing of a change they will experience.

"The police are here!"

The boys swam to the boat and they got home safely.

The next day wasn't a good day for Virgil. His father was more drunk that night, calling Virgil such horrid names.

Virgil was now at his lawn, water his garden, until water got on his clothes.

Virgil was about to walk away but call instead, face fell in the grass.

He tried to get up but his legs won't work...cause they were not legs! But a full purple tail attached to his body.

"H..."

Patton, who was already a merman, in his tub.

"How..how did.."Patton questioned snd tried to move but to no avail.

"This is not truly bad..."

Roman was doing his morning swimming and was swimming far into the ocean. "What's more lovely then a m-?!"

Roman felt a change in his legs and stopped at a holt.

"What..."Roman gasped, as his red crimson tail was in his view."....I hope this isn't a costume...'

"Logan, can you wash the dishes??"His mother asked, who was in her study.

Logan got up and put his book down, to retreat to the sink.

Logan begin to turn on the water and grabbing the first dish to find.

While he was washing, he immediately slipped down and a tail was trailed behind him.

"I guess that island was magic..."

The boys came by Logan's house freaking out.

"Then a tail popped out and I thought- Logan!!"

Logan had a cup of water and he spilled it on Roman.

Roman ran to the living and transformed.

"My exact calculations. Water starts our transformation."

Virgil and Patton walked inside.

"Could this be.."

"Cause of the island? Yes. I took more information while I was turned. It turns out that island was an island of mermaids snd merman, but had to disappear due fo a mermaid falling in love with a human. This made the mermaid island cursed, whoever human found the poll at a full moon, will become a merperson until they return to that island at another full moon."

"Seriously?"

"Yes."

The boys knew one thing that day... Their lives had completely changed forever...

[notalwaysthevillian]

A Different Side of Hogwarts

A/N: The Hufflepuff common room is described a little differently than it is on Pottermore. This is how I would like it to look.

Beta Readers (that I love with all my heart): @hi-disappointed-im-daughter and @infinitesimalsolemnvow

Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list.

Word Count: 1.5k

Pairings: None (yet)

Warnings: Slight anxiety

Masterlist

Chapter 1 | Chapter 8

Chapter 7

“In this room, we have Jonah Erickson, Logan Page, Aiden Taylor, and Noah Williams.”

The prefect swung the door open to the room and the boys headed inside.

“If you want to change beds, feel free to do so. The nightstand next to your bed has a built in bookshelf. It listens and it’ll give you the book it thinks you need,” he explained. “Any questions?”

A jumble of voices filled the room as the other boys began talking at once. Logan, who preferred to figure things out himself, simply sat down on his bed and began examining the shelf. He figured that it was some sort of conjuring spell, but he wasn’t sure how they were able to personalize it to each student. Maybe the bookshelf was alive?

“Lights out at 10,” the prefect said, having satisfied Logan’s roommates with answers. “Until that time, you are all are free to do whatever you choose.”

“Where is the Hufflepuff common room?” Logan asked, looking to his prefect.

He smiled. “I was heading down to the kitchens, so I can lead you there.”

Logan left his roommates squabbling over the remaining beds. He’d been lucky enough to get one assigned nearest the window.

“Why do you want to know where their common room is?” His prefect, Xander, asked.

Logan followed him out into the hallway. “I made a friend on the train here. He was sorted into Hufflepuff and looked upset. I was hoping I could visit him and see what was making him feel that way, although I have my suspicions that it may be family related.”

“Are you talking about the Night kid?”

“Yes.”

Xander sighed. “Look, I know that you can’t judge a book by its cover, but he seems a little too like his brother.”

“Which brother?”

“Devin. That kid is a grade A Slytherin.”

Logan looked up at his prefect. “Slytherin, just like any other house, is not defined by the type of people they put out. They value cunning and ambition. Compared to the other houses, I dare say that they are most like Ravenclaws. The other houses act impulsively. The two of us weigh out our options.”

“Spoken like a true Ravenclaw,” Xander said with a laugh, putting his arm out to stop Logan. “Careful, there’s a trick step here. See how it’s not quite as solid as the others?”

Bending down, Logan examined the step. His glasses slid down his nose, before falling off completely and through the step.

“Accio, glasses!” Xander said, flicking his wrist.

“Thank you,” he said, putting them back on his face. “It’s hard to see, but the step is slightly translucent.”

“There’s a few here and there, but they’re actually one of the few constants in the castle.”

The two continued on in a comfortable silence, before reaching a picture of fruit. Xander reached out and tickled the pear, which giggled before swinging open.

Logan saw the kitchen to his left, but Xander headed into the corner on their right. He tapped on the barrel two from the bottom, in the middle of the second row in a steady rhythm. The barrels rolled to the side, revealing a hole in the wall.

“Here we are. Hufflepuff common room.”

“Xander, what are you doing here?” Another boy asked, as he walked down the passage.

“Just dropping someone off. I’m headed to get snacks, but he said he has a friend here. One of the Night kids?”

“Oh, yeah, I just got him settled in his room,” the boy said, smiling at Logan. “I can take him from here.”

Xander nodded. “Goodbye.”

Following the boy, Logan was lead down a passage that sloped upwards. It reminded him of a hobbit hole, from the muggle movies he’d watched with his mother as a child. The passage then opened up into a large room.

The room was shaped like a circle, with a staircase along the wall that lead to the different levels. The walls emitted a golden glow, making the place feel homey. A large fireplace was burning brightly, though it didn’t heat up the area.

The center of the room had a sunken area with couches and floor pillows, colored yellow and black. Students milled around, eating out of bowls of miscellaneous snacks. Logan watched curiously as one of the bowls refilled itself.

“It’s nice in here,” the prefect said, gesturing around. “Hardly anyone comes to visit though, so it’s nice that you’re here for Virgil.”

“I wanted to make sure he was alright. He seemed upset when he was sorted.”

“Not a lot of people want to be sorted into Hufflepuff, but once they get here they love it,” he said, heading to the staircase. “My name is Derek by the way. Derek Anderson.”

“Logan Page.”

“Any relation to Remy Page?”

Logan groaned. “Yes. I am nothing like my brother.”

“Don’t worry, I was just making the connection,” Derek said with a smile. “Trust me, I know all about how different siblings can be. Even if they’re in the same house.”

“Do you also have siblings at Hogwarts?”

“No, but I do have cousins.”

“Which houses are they in?”

“Two are in Gryffindor and one’s in Slytherin. My older cousin was in Hufflepuff last year, but he was a seventh year. He’s working at the Zoo of Mythical Creatures now.”

Logan nodded as he kept pace with Derek. “My family visited this summer. My mother was fascinated by the erumpets. She’s a muggle, and they were having a special family day.”

“Even wizards can be fascinated by magical species. Care of Magical Creatures is my favorite class for just that reason,” Derek said, stopping outside a door. “Here we are. I’m heading back to my room now, but let me know if you need anything. And make sure you get back to your own common room by 9.”

Logan nodded, before knocking on the door. “Virgil?”

The door swung open, revealing Virgil. “Logan? What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to make sure you were alright,” he said, looking at his friend. “You seemed upset with your sorting.”

“Virge, who’s this?”

A boy popped up behind Virgil. Logan noticed that he was around three inches shorter than Virgil, who stood at Logan’s own height. His brown eyes were flecked with gold, and he had a huge smile on his face.

“Uh, Pat, this is Logan,” Virgil said, introducing the two. “We sat together on the train. He’s in Ravenclaw.”

“Oooh, so you’re smart?” Patton asked, bouncing on his toes.

“I think so,” Logan said. “I’ve skimmed through most of our assigned books, and the coursework seems easy.”

Patton nodded, before pulling Virgil away from the door. “Come on in! Our other roommates are in the common area.”

Logan walked in, noticing five beds. “I only have three roommates.”

“There’s probably less of you. Not a lot of first years were sorted into Ravenclaw,” Patton said as he smoothed out a blanket on his bed and sat down. “What do you think of Hogwarts so far? My sisters said that they fell in love with it as soon as they got here. Oh, my sister Missy is in your house! Her name is Missy Foster.”

“Hogwarts is very appealing,” Logan said, trying to remember everything the energetic boy said. “It has astounding architecture. As for your sister, I don’t believe we’ve met, but I will remember her name.”

Patton opened his mouth to speak once more, but Virgil put a hand on his arm. “Pat, let him breathe. He’s kind of like me.”

“Oh, okay.” Patton stilled, turning to Logan. “Would you want to come explore the castle with us tomorrow?”

It seemed to almost pain him to refrain from bouncing. Logan smiled at the two. “It would be beneficial to know the way to our classrooms before Monday. What time would you like to start?”

“Noon.”

“After breakfast!”

The two Hufflepuffs gave each other such horrified looks that Logan couldn’t help but laugh. “How about we meet here at 9? Virgil, you can get your sleep, and Patton, you don’t have to wait half a day.”

“Do you mind if I invite one more person? My friend Roman was sorted into Gryffindor,” Patton asked the two, his speech starting to speed up once more. “We rode in on the boats together, and he’s really fun, and-”

“I am not opposed having a fourth member of our party,” Logan interrupted. “Virgil? What about you?”

“I mean, I don’t know the guy.” His gaze was trained on the floor and he was tugging at his hoodie sleeves. “But if Patton’s friends with him, I guess it’s okay.”

“I wouldn’t want to do anything to make you uncomfortable,” Patton said, his eyes filled with concern as Virgil pulled the zipper all the way up on his hoodie. “If you don’t want him along, I can meet up with him by myself later.”

Virgil flicked his hair out of his face, shaking his head. “No, it’s okay.”

A knock sounded at the door.

“Come in!” Patton called out.

Derek opened the door, looking at Logan. “Not to be rude, but you should probably be heading back to Ravenclaw Tower. It’s starting to get late, and I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

“You’re right. See you tomorrow, Virgil, Patton.” Logan said, nodding to the other boys.

Patton gave him a smile and waved. “Bye Logan!”

Virgil looked up, his hoodie muffling his words. “See ya, Lo.”

Tag List: @devilishrianna @philspreciousplants @kitto-fuyu2018 @super-confetti-cannon @aroundtheriverssbend@thegreyacefromspace @i-am-virgil-sanders@tinysidestrashcaptain @surviving-an-ocean-of-fandoms @xx-this-is-a-mess-xx @chemicallyimbalancedromance@ninjago2020 @cloudchaser7 @pokelover68@strangegaycandy @hi-disappointed-im-daughter@thatgaydemigodnerd @theresneverenoughfandoms@octopushugs @importantrunawaystudentstuff@sombraplayslazertag @sassywithasideoftrashy@icouldhaveabettername @jadedragon1903 @nienna14​ @maybeitsmaybeliiiiiiinnnnneee​ 

[bountifulwitcharchive]

I thought I would talk about stuff in my life  a bit, especially considering I keep getting rattled by anxieties and taken a back by feeling as if I am hurting or harming someone.

As an adult I take it as my responsibility to make sure my actions are concise, I feel this is how any adult should ultimately be. Whether or not who I am as surefire as I am, hurts someone by accident. Whether it is that my opinion makes someone upset ; I want them to know I am not changing who I am yes. But that I do still care about them. If  I fail to do this, then i feel as a person I have failed. Whether this is because of trauma in the past, or stuff that people from online communities made me feel. It does not matter, ultimately this is where I am at in my life.

My in real life is hard.  I dont talk about it because I have, and the end result is always the same. This contorted feeling from others who dont know how to answer and feel uncomfortable themeslves. Knowing they cannot do anything, and my own discomfort that they cannot relate. Cannot understand. Cannot know what it means like -- I often hear ‘ Is it better today? ‘ Rather then, ‘ Are things stable today? ‘ I hate that people often feel my household is a place where things can be healed or feel better, that is not the case. My household works on whether things are stabled and held together vs Anyone having gotten BETTER. The job I am getting into now deals with this , and a reason why I applied for it was because I understand. I understand so much what this means and how people who do not have members of family who are disabled like this, dont understand. Every day is a struggle. It is a challenge, but it is so normal what I understand and come home to. However, simply because I am use to it and accept it does not make the stress of it any less then how heavy it is in my heart. Because ontop of my sister being disabled and us lucky that she is communicative. My mothers health is getting worse; in terms of worse she is getting old. And her poor choice of eating. Her inability to take care of herself and having to take care of another adult for themself--mind you for the rest of their lives. Takes a toll on her. And then my brother is getting worse, hes a smart boy where doctors are realizing he too is disabled. However, imagine being told you are disabled at 13 but consciously aware of what that means ( my sister ) and afraid of what you will become. Without going into details; if anyone in this household would kill themsleves it would be him. So ontop of hiding knives from my sister. We have to hide anything ( the surplus AND VARIETY of medicines my sister is on ) away from him. While also avoiding serious conversations of our home structure struggling as to not spike his anxieties. He will self harm like crazy. And its hard watching your little brother slam his head against the wall because he is overwhelmed by the world he was born into. I have many siblings, but my sister steph who is the only other person who lives with us does nothing for herself. I am sure she has issues her self but does not speak of it. And instead sits at home. Falling more and more into imo a depression that my mother just calls and berates her for being lazy for. I keep trying to push her to branch out but I can tell how this life effects her individually and that there is something there she doesnt wanna talk about. And I cannot reach in there to help. For my other side of the family,  Where my stepmother who i discovered the other day doesnt realize or remember or care to understand that the reason i fell into depression at 18 was because of what she did . And now I have to compress my memories and ask myself if my abuse was real -- or is this another one of those ‘ Manipulators conviently forgetting to forget the abuse they did in the past to cling onto the future they have now. ‘ By all means fine, she is a mother and needs to focus on that, but for me. Who endures. And endures. Staring at someone who did nothing but break me into who I am today, and hear that she forgot. Or doesnt understand. Or doesnt know. Like to her the past was nothing, did hurt. But forgive we do because what else will you do in points in time --- people online think your own feelings are so valid that you need ruin the world around you to make it worse. But no. Sometimes. You need to accept things for what they are, and think that me in a situation where I cannot change things. Or amend if the issue is brought to light -- to focus on what I can. For my sisters. So I can see them. And for myself. So maybe one day in the future, that conversation can come to light. But for now, we deal with what life gives us and we move on.

That is why that job was too much for me? Nothing had order .everything was a mess. Nothing was put together well and often people blammed the lowly coworkers for the faults in the system if it meant they did not have to get introuble. Then we look as if we do not know what we are doing and exhaustion has hold of it. The system in place reminded me too much of abusive circumstances. I did not have a voice. My back was always in pain. My feet was always aching -- none of this mattered to them and none of anyones complaints ever reached them. They valued their own problems over everyone elses around them, and I understand everyone is dealing with so much but seeing management value their own complaints over others was horrible. Considering  Iwent into this with such a promise. With so much of who I was feeling like the brightest light about to conquer something new--the last of my hope in life. Thinking I was gunna change my life .Change my world. Offer my family something better. Something knew. Only to find out the truth of that all; that the Manager coaxed the employees there who I was . Was to be horrible. To tell her what all the coworkers were doing. So she could write them all up and -- so with that purpose and picture in mind to them. They rallied together to put me on probation and everything that I was broken to tears, realizing that--trying hard to tell myself I mattered more then what people made me out to be. Because when I salvaged my self to befriend them all -- to at least face them and figure out why they did that to me. That this was my job life for a year and a half. Lmao? And did that I did, and learned so much about what went on I had... And overwhelmed by this picture of how they lived and treated each other. I wanted to leave. And left I did, but into a situation that was just far worse.  Never in all the years of retail I have worked have I ever endured such hell like I had with these customers. And some of it I dont blame them, the store really made them feel this way especially when nothing was right. Nothing as good. And nothing worked. Regardless the complaints I had of this I was stressed and nothing  I did and nothing I got from this job gave back to me. None of it but stress and being exhuasted and finding myself stripped of who I am. ANd I tried with my quiet feelings about myself, to say things. I would say “ No I am miserable. “ And say it so flatly and awkwardly to make a point, but everyone always made a joke about it despite how flat I would remain. And then compare, “Well at least you arent management.” Nothing I said got through to them, and I tried. I promise. I tried with attempts despite how hard it is for someone like me to open up.

So yes I left and the job I have now is not something that is easy, Nor do I expect that my stress to be any less. Rather that it pays more and I am with endurance to try something new that might offer me better future opportunities and worse comes to worse -- I find a new job.

Even as this all went on I made sure my life here was as easy for me to come to as it was. Imagine. Imagine.

Just imagine.

If I was truly enduring all of this . What about everyone else? I looked at everyone like this, I looked at what I went through day by day and thought -- What if they have it worse. If I have no heart and mind to talk about what really goes on in length in my irl day by day... What if someone else is just the same? It is not for me to ask. it is not for them to say.

I geniuely wanted to be at peace with everyone online, and if something went on that was so bad by their action. I truly believed; well you cant be as bad as my Step Mother or physically bad as my sister who I deal with day by day.  That is to say, I have no interest in detailing my past. 

Im pretty sure its obvious my past does paint my anxieties and issues with how I deal with things. Approach people day by day.

And its important for you to know that, to know that I am like you or anyone else. My desire to be positive and happy is to allow for you and everyone else to feel and be surrounded by positivity in life. 

Life is really hard. 

Hell, right now I am still going through more impersonal feelings while trying to dance my around all this going on. Because even as im nearing 27 -- almost 30 years old. I still realize things about myself, and it will hit me hard. The most recent and most eye opening realization that still rattles me and probably is the reason why. I feel flippant in my anxiety ; is realizing I gave 5 years to my life to someone who did not exist. This person went by the name Logan and roleplayed Snow from FF13.  I realized ; I spent 5 years of my life giving myself to this person. This person who did not exist and catfished everyone around me. Including me. Making people believe I was obsessed with him. Making people believe that he didnt treat me as if the private things shared between us were most intimate. That I spent 5 years waiting for him. Giving myself to him. Being patient for him. Enduring anything he said and taking my feelings so that I revitalized the things I did. Said. And would approach and appreciate him more understandingly. So he didnt hurt me, or ignore me--that he took so much from me. Money. Drawings. My writing. So much of my attention and love. He took 5 years away from me that I could have given someone I actually was so in love with and still am. That acted mildly the same -- but actually had stuff going on-- I am and was so in love with that person. And All I could give him was consciously a year until everything that I felt with Logan came crashing down in remembrance. That I didnt even realize why I was really overwhelmed by it all until some how talking to a close friend of mine about everything really. Really hit me hard.

5 years.

I think.

5 years was stolen of me. 5 years of love. 5 years of who i was. 5 years of dedication. Of loyalty. Of patience. Of endurance.

I could have been a different and confident person who really believed in love and not riddled with anxieties that made me remember everything I put effort into didnt matter -- because this one person would make sure of reminding me what my actions would fall under.

Life is really hard,     and day by day I still learn things about myself.

And I just think, if you are still reading this. That you too are going through this. And that someone you know is going through this. And that we are all going through so much of this or more. And I just hope you are alright and that you are hanging on there because I want you to know that I am trying to. Very hard. To live and I dont want you to give up either so please hang in there with me. 

That is why when the group of people who often harass my community when they do not like someone.

Yes the same group every time.

Had finally had me in their sights its was overwhelming, I had thought wow -- this is what you ultimately came to understand from me? When I had tried hard to reach out to you. To be your friend. To consciously find a place where we can be together as people comfortable -- but no thats not the point I want to make.

It rattled me that it took people who knew nothing about me, to change the course of my environment just like that. I lost the hand full of people from that community I talked too . A friend I had been friends with since I was 17 . Simply because they were scared of being caught in that fire too. It was less about who I was, and more about them losing the safe haven they had. The fun group and comfort they had-- they did not want to lose that.

And I understand that. Im not mad at that, just concerned. Sad. And reeling in the fact that people can ultimately take things from each other with misplaced context. And the unfortunate circumstance that people will opt for this, instead of talking to one another.

So I am tired yes.

Because that happened, that whole thing happened while I as dealing with so much. And I had no answer for it. And that me talking about this is to tell you how effected I am by my life right now. And that it indeed upsurged my anxieties more uncomfortably so and not that that is bad or good. It merely is what it is.

And that as I am now, I am sorry. I am sorry and grievanced because I went backwards and am not as timely with things as I use to. I have been struggling to sleep, and when I wake up feel a sort of touched exhaustion that makes me feel like not getting out of bed. 

I am sorry since I cannot roleplay things most often for others that I would love to explore. That my interests as of late have been : what would make me laugh to roleplay. What would make me feel wholesome to roleplay. What can i say to talk to others? What can I do to connect with others?

My mind and interests as of late is more about; making myself feel better and coping through what means I can through roleplay or just talking rather then. Having fun with my hobby like I had been the past few months.

This is why alike on Gawain, my compliant is coming online and constantly seeing him hash’d negatively. In truth I deal with negative things on a day to day basis... I did not want to have it follow me online. If I post about it, then clearly I have left myself open for those things.. But often I dont and am trying to mind my business and roleplay leisurely when things erupt.

I am really sorry, because ultimately, I failed as a friend and as a fellow roleplayer. My talking about it is to correlate the truth but also to let people know how I am as a person. Even still.

I feel sometimes people think you know, ‘ Oh hey Sheep just excuses things. ‘ Rather its just Im a different kind of person from a harsh road of life and I see things a lot differently.

For this I will explain with a more literal example, 

Things that many people feel uncomfortable online. I myself cannot-- it is that merely I cannot. If someone is talking about something regarding their character that they were abused sexually and want to explore the meaning of this through roleplay. I do not find this insulting, I find myself glad. If people can find out what it means to have been sexually assaulted, maybe they can also connect with me too? And understand why its hard for me to expose my body ( or how overly okay I am to do so ) or how feeling /sexy/ can be a hard feeling for me to overcome.  I often see people mistaking things or not handling it correctly, but I want it to be done rather then ignored. Or treated like it doesnt happen. For an adult, this is how I separate my reality from fiction. But find a connection from my reality into something fictious. Further, as an adult I want to help people understand that difference.  It is very bad to feel gratified and pleased by subjects that are distasteful. But seeing it treated as if it cannot be spoken of discomforts me. This is a public place, but it is also a place where you control the content on your blog. By the end of the day, I will pick the things that will make me feel uncomfortable or wont make me uncomfortable.

With such a short example, I dont know if anyone read this far. I had hoped. And hope. These feelings can help others or really understand where I am with my life right now and how stressed out I really am. I cannot talk individually with people because I actually choke up. I have ADHD and often forget if I dont take it slow. And can get overstimulated by the fact that someone is merely listening/paying attention to me. I am quiet about myself because I dont like wide attention. 

But that.

The past weeks I have had such support in my life.

And I am trying not to cry thinking about it, but I have such a healthy circle of friends and I would do anything to see it through that it lasts for years to come. Me speaking like this is because of this. Because of the comfort. Because of my desire to reach out and branch out comfortably. To remind ppl of my life, and to apologize for where I am not most prominent and may suck at show casing things for. 

I probably will make a more positive post in the future about how everyone has helped me through so much -- like I am just a cup that is spilling about and everyone is trying hard to keep whatever is coming out from falling on the floor--s uch a silly analogy but really.

I am so thankful as much as I am apologetic.

Thank you guys for giving me a home where I most need it. It is why I want to be open and communicative. I want the place I come home to, that I enjoy and need to cope through things going on. To remain okay, to be alright, and that positive energy can still be shared.

And that I want to with all my heart, continue giving that positive energy to anyone around me the best that I can. With you understanding me as a person.

Thank you, if you have read this far. For taking the time to get to know me.

[actually-impostor]

Yayyyy! Lucky for you, I always have ideas! (brb crying cos I got called friendo) Maybe analogical fluff where Virgil wants to start being more romantic! So he goes by Logan’s job (obviously a college professor)and brings him lunch. But when he gets there he walks in thinking that Logan’s class is out already but it isn’t. So he has to give him his lunch while all these students are watching and it’s kinda the cutest thing ever

ASDFGHJKL im so sorry it took me so long but i got it done. Hopefully you like it!

-0-0-0-0- o0o o0o o0o-0-0-0-0-

Virgil knewhe loved Logan, and he also knew Logan loved him. But the thing is, they neverwere extremely romantic with one another, of course they cuddled and kissed andslept in the same bed but it was never in front of others, it was never like Romanwho just hugged Patton around the waist while he was cooking or things likethat, it was never slow dances in a candle lit room when it was just the two ofthem.

Virgil knewit was because of both of their natures, he was too scared to actually doanything of the sort and Logan never saw the reason to do things like thatunless it was a special occasion and the action was logical. But he wanted asickly sweet romance –or maybe not, seeing Roman and Patton being so affectionatein public always bothered him a little- He wanted kisses out of nowhere andrandom slow dances.

So hefigured that if he wanted something like that he should probably start himself,start small, something that wouldn’t creep him or Logan out.

The secondhis boyfriend –fiancé? They had talked about marriage but it was unclear ifLogan had proposed or not- left the house to go teach in his college Virgil setto prepare lunch, he had a free day from work today and he was going to cooklunch for his boyfriend damn it!

Once it wasready he nodded, satisfied with the end result. It wasn’t anything special consideringhe wasn’t a particularly good cook, Virgil only cooked when Patton was out andthat wasn’t that often. The meal was a simple serving of mashed potatoes with Galicianchicken, but Virgil was proud of himself.

He grabbedhis car keys and left the house, the plastic container with Logan’s foodsecured in the passenger seat. Logan’s college wasn’t that far away from wherethey lived, but still Virgil felt like hours had passed before he actuallyreached the place.

He smiledat the girl in the security desk and she waved, Virgil had been there enoughtimes for her to know him. He went to the last floor and entered thecoordination office

“YoMargaret”

“Virgil! It’sbeen a while”

“Yeah well,Logan forgot his lunch so” Virgil shrugged, not wanting to call more attentionthan necessary “Do you know where he is?”

“Give meone second” Margaret typed in her computer for a while and nodded “He should bein the third lecture hall, the one that doubles as a classroom too”

“Got it,thanks”

“Noproblem!”

Once heleft the room he took the lift and went to the second floor, he took no time infinding the third lecture hall and entered without knocking. When he realizedLogan was still in the middle of the lecture and now around 40 kids wherelooking at him.

A blushraised high in his cheeks and he stammered, suddenly remembering why he alwayscalled before dropping by Logan’s work space. Logan interrupted himself midlecture and a small smile played in his lips

“Virgil”

“Uhm”

“Iseverything okay?”

“Yeah just-”He walked to the front of the class and handed the container over “L-lunch”

Logan smilegrew, making some of the students do a double take. Logan was known in collegefor being the really strict teacher that was actually really neat but a part ofyou always hated, it was really hard to see him smiling especially such a softsmile.

He bendeddown and left a small kiss in Virgil’s cheek before caressing his boyfriendsface

“Thanksbeloved”

“Umh, y-you’rewelcome, bye!”

Virgil allbut ran out of the classroom, the last thing he heard was Logan’s low chucklebefore the lecture continued where they left off, the only difference being thesmall smile that kept itself in Logan’s face.

[poodleyeol]

get to know me tag~

tagged by @ksooup​ (thank you so much for always tagging me even when you already know a lot about me and you don’t even need to read this ;u; it really makes my day~~~) AND ALSO @ilovminseok​ (hi~~ thank you so much for tagging me and nice to meet you~~!!!)

Rules: Answer the 20 questions in a new post and tag 20 blogs you would like to get to know better.

Nickname: Demi is pretty much just what everyone calls me~ Gender: Female~ Star Sign: uh pisces more or less~ Height: 167cm ish (apparently that’s 5′4″ sorry we use cm in aus so i dont understand feet well~) Time Right Now: 1:06am … its late… eheheh i swear imma sleep after this Last Thing I Googled: “167cm in feet” bahahaha Favorite Bands: EXOOOO also I love VIXX and red velvet are amazing too~ Favorite Solo Artists: im lame i hardly listen to any solo artists ehehe ^^;; Song Stuck In Your Head: Catelena by Orange Caramel ‘cause I just heard it == Last Movie I Watched: I went to see Logan at the cinema with my friends~!! it was so sad im not even an x-men fan but it was sO SAD but also gotta love hugh jackman as a fellow australian im so proud <3<br>Last TV Show I Watched: 13 reasons why … mixed feelings tbh. the book was a lot better honestly D;  When Did You Create Your Blog: apparently in 2015~ but i only started using it intensely like. a few months ago ehehee What Kind of Stuff Do You Post: so. much. chanyeol. and all of exo. and whatever makes me laugh <3 <br>When Did Your Blog Reach its Peak: hopefully the peak will come one day~!! Do You Have Any Other Blogs: pretty much no i have my old blog from years ago but it’s a death pitt bahaha Do You Get Asks Regularly: never enough ;-; noooo ahah not really ^^;;  Why Did You Chose Your URL: because chanyeol’s curly hair from a few months ago was the cutest thing ever <3<br>Following: 130 ~ not that many but it feels like im following thousands of people bahaha Posts: about 5k~ Hogwarts House: huffle puff~  Pokemon Team: yet to be decided bahaha i mean do people still really play it tho?? Favorite Colors: pink! pastels! dark green! brown! Average Hours of Sleep: roughly 8~? Lucky Numbers: none~ Favorite Characters: naruto ehehehe What Are You Wearing Right Now: gross ass pyjamas bahaha How Many Blankets Do You Sleep With: ideally 1~ otherwise it gets too heavy D; Dream Job: raising cute kids ;u; but that’s not gonna bring in the money so im aiming for psych research ^^;;; Dream Trip: Japan! Seoul?? America!!!! places where I can buy exo merch and see them live quite honestly~~

OKAY i will actually tag new people today (wow I nervous) uM @minnyc24, @parkkchanyeoll, @aisutamashii, @prettylittlexo, @puppyeoll, @royalyeol, @etherealhunnie, @wifan and anyone else who sees this~ i’d love to get to know you guys more but no pressure~~~!

[compunctionjunction]

thanks for tha tag sopherino

RULES: tag 10 of your followers you wanna know better.


@1of1prism thank u for the tag..

- nicknames: commonly used - marinay, bae, “this girl”, no longer used - marmar, m2, meena

- height: i really dont know but im taller than 5 foot 2 apparently LOL ;) (i’m somewhere bt 5′3 and 5′6 but people keep telling me theres no f-in way im 5′6 lol)

- time right now: 8:20pm (when i started, lol now its like 9:20 yikes)

- last thing i googled: “austin mahone” 

- fave music artist: rn it’s shinee tbh (rn???? what do u mean... shinee are forever...... -sophie probably)

- song stuck in my head: to be completely honest its bonetrousle from undertale LOL

- last movie i watched: uh hmm oh i watched the bling ring cause i had to for school lol

- last TV show i watched: uhhhhh............ west... west world?? the robot one? i don’t like that show but my parents put it on

- what i’m wearing right now: pinkish orangish sometimes red looking knit sweater and jeans 

- when I created this blog: 2013 im pretty sure

- do i have other blogs?: i literally have like 10 sideblogs lol (jk 8) some r secret but tbh i can share some: aesthetic, fandom (honestly have no idea why anyone follows this cause like i literally post 1000 posts at once about one specific thing and then post nothing for like 2 months and then just put a bunch of random stuff from a bunch of different completely unrelated things and also a couple people who follow this blog follow that one but i dont even know if they know its the same person doing both blogs but i guess they do now if theyre reading this lol), manga (along with @1of1prism but it’s not rly an active blog anymore lol) uhhhh... ya 

- do i get asks regularly?: no :’( i wish

- why did i choose my URL?: check my tagged/tag-game lol 

- gender: fe.....male ...? ??? ?? ???? (????)

- hogwarts house: im hufflepuff too @1of1prism whats wrong with hufflepuff smh

- pokemon team (sun): well.......right now its primarina (haha), snorlax, leafeon, clefairy, raichu, and growlithe, growlithe mostly cause i want to level it up, but i switch out a lot and once i get a vulpix that’s probably gonna stay on my main. also like i love all the eeveelutions i will probably make a separate team thats just them LOL so hard to choose

- fave colours: black and hot pink

- average hours of sleep: either like 5 or like 13 lol

- lucky number: 7

- favourite characters: this is such a hard question that im gonna copy paste my old answer and then update it (also like the only reason i have any of these is cause i tag them or have them written down or have a fanfic somewhere like these arent the top of my head im very bad at keeping track of what i like thus why i have 14 sideblogs lol):

if they’re snarky and sarcastic but in a lovable kind of way rather than an asshole way then they are likely my fave (ex, idk, like Logan from Veronica Mars) or if they are a complex bamf female character (ex, like… lots, there are lots) I don’t really have #1 overall fave characters until i’m in the middle of marathoning something in which case i’ll be all “!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVEYO U”

but also more specifically im gonna just base this on who has their own tag on my fandom blog so like in no particular order

sans from undertale, 

godot from ace attorney

clive from professor layton lol 

adrien/chat, nino, and nathanaël from miraculous, 

lucas and claus from mother 3, tony from mother 2

snufkin from moomin,

jack frost from rotg

baek in ho from cheese in the trap

kyo from fruits basket

kenya from erased

natsume from gakuen alice and hayama from kodocha

fakir from princess tutu 

hak, jae-ha, shin-ah, yoon, and tbh zeno and probably yona too tbh from akatsuki no yona like lets be real 

veronica from veronica mars (lol)

peridot and lapis from su, 

harley quinn in general

rosa from b99 and this is getting rly long so if ur that curious ask me lol

- dream job: i think ive answered this before but like where i can use all my skills (writing, photography, research, tech stuff) and travel, make change, help people i dunno. 

- number of blankets it used to be 1 and then it was 2 and recently its been 3 or 4 because my room is cold as fuck

- following: 200 something

i tag um, @purewhiteflames, @shirasakas-koume​, um, @nuliflyer, @negatiiivi, @any-elsewhere, @laurentthings​, this is really stressful when i have to adhere to a particular number its really hard to think of blogs haha (D:) anyway you’re all cool still uhhhhhhhhh tag yourself if youre not here pls not to offend or anything but theres like 13 blogs im missing but i dont know who off the top of my head oh no