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marksandrec · 1 year ago
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Marks and Rec: Misc #2587
Roman: "Get bee movied, idiot." (Dialogue from a bunch of incorrect quotes, but I'm not sure what the original is.)
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kusurrone · 9 months ago
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I had a weird dream, where Dante and Virgil from real life were alive at this time and could interact with their current fans, they both had YouTube channels where they uploaded content about literature and books, such as reviews, critiques or analysis, if I remember correctly the names of their channels were: Inter poetica et apes "Between poetry and bees" in english (Virgil's YouTube channel) and il sommo canale "The supreme Channel" in english (Dante's YouTube channel), and thanks to their fans, they both get to know each other and record many videos together for their channels, for example, For one of the videos on Dante's channel, they recorded a blog together touring Florence and eating the local street food, while Virgil reviewed the divine comedy for his channel, The point is that they found out that they were shipping them and their fans asked them to react to the content of their ship, so they did it together live on Twitch (probably while Virgil was still visiting Florence) They decided to react to their fanfics, the entire live show was pure laughter and nervousness on the part of the two poets due to the occurrences of their fans,In the end, they decided to summarize the live in two videos titled "Dantilio reacts to Dantilio" - Reacting to the fanfics of followers, the first part was uploaded to the Virgil channel and the second part to the Dante channel
I know it's a bit long, but I thought it was fun to share 😃
them reacting to dantilio(dante on the left virgil on the right):
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lifemod17 · 1 month ago
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TONEE TONEW HAVEV YOU HEARD YHE NEW HYMN TO VIRGIL SNIPPET FROM HOZIER?????
Heard it, freaked out about it, literally screamed into a pillow (alarming my cat in the process), did a super rushed edit to string together the two snippets since tumblr only lets you upload one video per post, uploaded it, had an existential crisis and listened to it on loop as I wait for my excitement to subside, slumber consumed me. (But only for four hours so good morning gnarly headache)
Said post can be found right here:
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sobredunia · 3 months ago
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oh my god i forgot to post these Collateral Maximum doodles my bad dfgsdjs. anyways they're so silly and they're plaguing my brain
AU by @the-amaranthine-terminal !! You can check it out right here
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thingsasbarcodes · 4 months ago
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Young Justice 2x05 - Beneath
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wehear4u · 3 months ago
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worgbutch · 1 year ago
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Songbird.
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ionizingdotjpeg · 1 year ago
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more old fanart i’m not even in the fandom anymore
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nakeddeparture · 2 years ago
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St John, Barbados. Virgil Bascombe aka Virgil Bee, didn’t want his body found.
https://youtu.be/nn5yZURYBvk
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Maybe he’s in a better place. Naked!!
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mereinkling · 2 years ago
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Caring for Nature with an Inkling Spirit
I never thought I would become an apiarist, but living in forests of America’s Pacific Northwest made this a logical stage in my growth as a naturalist. And I’m convinced that if he had known how simple it is to promote healthy bee populations, C.S. Lewis would have joined me in the hobby. After all, he delighted in their work ethic, describing the moment of their Narnian creation with the…
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robertdownerjunior · 2 years ago
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incorrect-robbie · 4 months ago
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Roman: We don’t have pet names
Patton: What sound does a bee make?
Roman: honey?
Virgil:
Logan: You’re going about this the wrong way
Logan: *slaps Roman with a newspaper*
Roman: Bitch ????
Virgil: Yes dumbass?
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brandstifter-sys · 11 months ago
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Remus: Talk Rammstein to me!
Virgil: Laut allen bekannten Luftfahrgesezte, gibt es keine Möglichkeit, dass eine Biene fliegen sollten kann.
Remus: 😩💦💦
I like to think that Virgil knows German and he has a tendency to slip into it when he talks about technical music stuff. He also rolls his r's so it has a sort of purring quality that can hypnotize Remus and turn him to goo. It's so powerful that Roman and Janus have grabbed the spider and told him to "say German words" just to get Remus to calm down his chaos
Also just the thought of him reading the original Grimms' Fairytales to Remus is beautiful
I never knew I needed Vee knowing German until now I L O V E that so fucking much!!! Ree is weak at the K N E E S for those R rolls but can't really blame a Duke for wanting to hear his Spider purr <3 Also I'm cackling at the thought of Jan and Ro being like "Virgil for the love of everything just please say German words you're gonna break him further and we'll even translate if we have to" (Jokes on them Ree still finds it hot XD)
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scythefandom-youtube · 4 months ago
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Roman: staggers into the living room and leans against the wall. "I feel like I have a hangover, but I didn't drink last night."
Virgil: "what if you drank so much, you don't even remember drinking?"
Roman: "that would explain the pain in my leg"
Logan: "that would in fact, not explain any leg pain. If you have pain in your leg, it should really be checked out."
Roman: "ugh fine" rolls up his pant leg to show Logan.
Patton: "oh dear"
Logan: inspecting a bite mark on Romans leg. "This is a rather unusual bite. Half of it is indented in a square pattern typical of herbivores or omnivores. The other is a single fang mark. I can't think of any animal that would leave such a mark."
Virgil: "actually I think we do know one. Personally."
Logan: "Virgil if you believe you have the answer, I would appreciate it if you were to come forward with such information"
Roman: loopily "yeah who?"
Patton: interrupting "don't worry, I got it guys." Proceeds to summons Janus.
Janus: sweating "well hello everyone. What's the occasion?"
Logan: "did you bite Roman?"
Janus: "no"
Roman: "and why is everything turning pink?" Proceeds to fall flat on his face.
Janus: "well I might have thought that Roman would be more tolerable after a nice dose of venom."
Patton: freaking out "remove the venom! Turn him back!"
Virgil: "the antidote is still in the fridge right? It better be! If you removed it I swear to God I'm feeding you to a pit of spiders!"
Janus: smugly "I think Remus has it actually."
Remus: falls through the ceiling carrying a beehive "I gotcha bro! Oh hi everyone, I decided that syringes were a boring way to inject stuff. Have fun!" Smashes beehive on the floor, releasing a swarm of supposedly medical bees.
Everyone else: "AAAAAAAHHHHHH"
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part-time-zombie · 21 days ago
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So since Patton is allergic to cats and Remus is allergic to soap (and Roman is very heavily implied to be lactose intolerant), I started wondering if the other sides have any allergies.
As such, I'd like to share my own headcanons:
Logan is allergic to tree nuts, and it's actually one of the main reasons he's so fond of crofters (besides the taste, of course). Crofters avoids contact with common allergens, one of them being tree nuts, and Logan was glad to know that this jam was guaranteed to not give him an allergic reaction.
Virgil is allergic to bee stings, which is just another reason as to why he doesn't like to go outside all that much. Patton once took them all out for a picnic and Virgil completely freaked out when he noticed a bee hovering near them. He then had to begrudgingly admit his allergy to the others, and was very relieved when he wasn't met with judgment or mockery for it.
People think Janus is just a really picky eater, when in actuality snakes (and all reptiles) cannot safely ingest common human foods and Janus isn't entirely sure which ones he can eat without getting sick so he just avoids all of them to be safe. He knows for certain he's allergic to one of them, though:
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The other things I think he'd be wary of, if anyone's interested:
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nb-octopus-writes · 5 months ago
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once you're in the hive, the other bees assume you're supposed to be there
[Masterpost]
Summary:
Virgil accidentally gets absorbed by his best friend's brother's polycule.
In his defense, they keep feeding him every time they see him, and Patton's cooking is really good.
Chapter 1: Halloween Party
Wordcount: 1.9K
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There are a lot of people Virgil doesn't know at this party. Remus is here, somewhere, and Virgil needs to find him again before the party ends, because Remus was his ride and he doesn't want to get left here. Janus is here too though, and Virgil doesn't think Janus would let Remus leave without him, and he's sure Remus wouldn't desert Janus, so he's trying not to worry too much about the fact that he doesn't currently know where Remus is.
But that's it for people Virgil knows, and Remus didn't even bother to introduce him to anyone before fucking off to who knows where, and Virgil’s certainly not going to walk up to a random stranger and introduce himself, so he's currently appreciating the snack table. If he's eating or deliberating on what to eat next, he can't be expected to talk to anybody, right?
“’Scuse me, itsy bitsy,” someone says from behind him, and Virgil turns to see a vaguely familiar man in a dazzling prince costume holding a fresh plate of deviled eggs.
Virgil moves so that the prince dude can set the plate down on a clear spot on the table, and frowns. “I'm taller than you, Princey.”
Prince dude shrugs, plucks one of the eggs up, and takes a large bite. “Lucky you, or we'd've had to ask you to vacate the premises,” he says. “No little spiders allowed, real or fake.”
Which, yeah, now that he's mentioned it, Virgil had noted an extreme lack of spider-themed decorations, which is unusual for Halloween. Usually there'd at least be spiderweb cupcakes, but the cupcakes at this party are mostly cute ghosts.
There's probably a good reason for that, Virgil realizes with a sinking feeling. “Should I change?”
“You got another costume handy, or were you planning on spinning a spider-silk cocoon and metamorphosing into a butterfly?”
Virgil grimaces. “No,” he admits.
Prince Dude considers him. “It's not very realistic,” he says, which is true. Virgil hadn't been going for realism, he'd been going for passable costume I can make on short notice. He's wearing black jeans and a black hoodie, and he'd cut some pool noodles in half and wrapped them in more black cloth and stuck them to his back for the other four legs. It had been a pain to get them to stay in place properly, actually, and he'd ended up sewing their wrappings to the back of his hoodie in order to keep them where he wanted them. He'd been pretty proud of it, given that Remus had dropped “we're going to a costume party at my brother's house” on him like an hour beforehand, but now he's wishing he'd come up with any other idea. He could have put a sheet over his head and been a ghost, or something. Granted, that would have required him to have a sheet that was both white and that he was willing to cut holes in, which he didn't, but still.
Prince Dude continues to quietly scrutinize Virgil, and he wants to squirm under his gaze. Eventually, the guy shrugs and says, “Might be best to ask the scaredy-cat himself. Wait here, I'll be back.” And he saunters off before Virgil can answer.
For lack of anything better to do, Virgil picks up a deviled egg and shoves the whole thing in his mouth. It's really tasty, actually, and now he's wishing he'd taken smaller bites rather than horking it down in one.
Virgil had thought that Princey was just being mean with the “scaredy-cat” thing, but the guy he's talking to now actually is dressed as a calico cat. Prince Dude points back at Virgil, and Mister Calico Cat glances in his direction, then turns back to Princey. Virgil can't hear what they're saying, but he supposes Prince Dude must've asked Calico if Virgil’s costume was too creepy crawly scary.
They talk for way longer than Virgil had expected, and he can't tell if Calico's response was more like “No, he's fine,” or more along the lines of “Yes, that's terrifying, please have him removed immediately from my sight and also my home.”
He occupies himself with another deviled egg. If he's going to get kicked out, he might as well enjoy some more of this tasty food first.
Oh, fuck. Remus.
Remus isn't going to want to leave early just to take Virgil home, and Virgil still doesn't know where he even is! Fuck!
Well, Remus could have warned him not to be a spider, so if Virgil gets kicked out of the party it'll be at least partly Remus's fault. Virgil doesn't know anybody here, but Remus knows at least half these people, and if Calico’s spider aversion is enough that there are no spider-themed decorations in the house on Halloween, that sounds like the kind of thing Remus would know about.
Granted, Remus revels in being gross and annoying, but still! He's not a total dick. He should have told Virgil.
Fucker.
Calico vanishes into the other room, and Prince Dude comes back over to Virgil. He doesn't look like he's about to kick Virgil to the curb, at least. Virgil braces himself anyway.
“Good news!” Princey says with a grin. “Li’l Mister Muffet says you don't look like a creepy crawly death dealer and he doesn't have the urge to remove you with arson!”
Virgil blinks. “...gooood?” he says slowly. He hadn't even considered kill it with fire being a potential response to his costume. That would have been worse than just getting kicked out of the party, actually.
“Honestly you're much more Doc Ock in silhouette, Spider-Man,” Princey continues. “That helps a lot.”
Virgil glances back at where Prince Dude and Calico had been chatting. “So he didn't leave the room because he can't stand the sight of me?” he asks anyway.
“Nah, he wanted to make another plate of horse devours,” Princey says, reaching past Virgil to grab a cupcake off the table. This one has a little frosting bat.
“A plate of what?” Virgil says, because surely he didn't hear that right.
“Little snacks,” Prince Dude clarifies instead of repeating himself. “Our fridge is crammed with delicious bits and bobs. It's been so hard to resist the temptation to eat them before the party.” He bites appreciatively into his cupcake, then adds with his mouth full, “You'd think he wouldn't notice what with how much he made, but nooo, sneak one chocolate covered cherry before party time and it's a lengthy scolding for you!” Princey sighs dramatically, then cheerfully devours the rest of his cupcake.
“...hors d'oeuvres?” Virgil says hesitantly.
“Yeah, a couple ordervs of deviled eggs, cheese and crackers, and those scrumptious little pinwheel things,” Princey says. Virgil’s not sure if Princey actually doesn't know how hors d'oeuvres is pronounced, or if he's messing with him, but then Princey gives him a mischievous grin that one, confirms that yes, Princey does know what he's doing, and two, is so familiar that it freezes Virgil in place as the pieces click together in his brain.
The lack of a mustache makes Prince Dude's face look different, and so does the way he did his makeup, and he carries himself differently, but it's undeniable all the same: Virgil knows that grin.
This is Remus's twin brother.
Now that he's connected the dots (you haven't connected shit) the family resemblance is clear even to Virgil’s honestly rather faceblind eyes.
This is Remus's brother, and it's his house they're partying at.
… Virgil doesn't remember the guy's name.
Fuck, he should've made sure he at least knew who the party hosts were, especially the one related to his mischief goblin of a best friend.
Well he can't exactly ask now, can he?
“Also like, five types of cupcakes,” Princey continues, oblivious to Virgil’s inner turmoil. “Seriously, have you tried the cupcakes? Chef Boiardelightful made multiple separate batches of different flavors, from scratch. And they're all delicious!”
Virgil smirks. “And did you try to snitch them before the party too?”
Princey gasps theatrically, pressing a hand to his chest. “How could you accuse me of such a thing!?” he protests with exactly as much dramatic emotion as Virgil would expect from Remus's twin. “For your information, I did not! I merely sampled a portion of the batter left on the spatula after the cupcakes had gone into the oven. Also some of the frosting.”
“He means that he licked the bowls clean,” says a new voice, and Virgil does not jump out of his skin, thank you very much. And even if he did jolt a little, it's nothing to the startled squawk Princey emits.
Calico's back, holding a platter of little finger sandwiches on toothpicks. He offers them up to Virgil, who takes one. “Thanks.”
“No worries, kiddo!” Calico says cheerfully, and puts the rest of the platter down on the snack table. Princey plucks up two sandwiches by their toothpicks, and gets a stern look in response. “Make sure to leave some for the guests,” Calico scolds.
“My delightful and beloved Patissier,” Princey says, cupping Calico's face gently with his free hand. “I assure you that each of our guests could have a heaping plateful of food and we would still have leftovers until next Tuesday. No-one will be going home hungry.”
It really is an impressive spread. Everything Virgil’s tried has been really good. Remus really could have played up the ‘free food’ angle more when trying to convince Virgil to come. If he'd known the food would be this good, then overriding his usual party-related reservations—it's gonna be loud, there will be a lot of people, I don't know anybody, etc—would have been a lot easier. Then again, Virgil probably wouldn't have believed him. He'd mostly been expecting pizza and cheap beer, honestly, not– not homemade delicacies.
The tiny sandwich Calico gave him is lightly toasted, with some kind of sliced-meat-and-cream-cheese filling, and a little green leafy garnish on top. It definitely looks much fancier than most things Virgil eats, and he can understand why Calico doesn't want Princey to eat them all. That probably took a decent amount of effort. He almost feels bad eating it himself, except that Calico had offered it to him specifically, and it would probably be more rude at this point to not eat it.
“Are you sure my costume is okay?” Virgil asks, interrupting the minor squabble Princey and Calico had fallen into.
“Oh, yes, you're fine,” Calico assures him. “Trust me, if you were pinging my brain as an actual spider I wouldn't be in the room right now, let alone standing next to you.”
“Really, cause most cats I know would eat a spider soon as look at it,” Virgil quips, and is rewarded with Calico laughing.
“That wouldn't be very good host-ly of me, now would it?” he says. “I would never eat a guest!”
“Not unless they're a reptile with scallions,” Princey teases, and Calico flushes.
“Hey!” he protests, swatting Princey's shoulder with one hand and trying to cover his extremely red face with the other. Virgil wonders what the reference was, exactly, but doesn't think it's his place to ask. It seems rather personal, from how hard Calico is blushing.
…maybe he'll ask Remus later if he knows what the story there is.
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Chapter 2: The Morning After
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