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I forgot that i hadn’t tagged people for this. Which is a tragedy bc even tho its a disaster i still heckin love it 

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Enter your unreliable and easily distracted narrator, Me!

Take your seats and buckle in because this was written at 2am and what follows is Very different from what I usually write so come with me on this magical journey into the realm of Yet Another Hyperspecific AU

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Its starts with our four boys moving into a house. How and why remain a mystery, but now that they’ve finished unpacking our story can begin. Because, you see while this house is quite a nice house, very suited for comfortable living. It does have a friendly poltergeist.

Now poltergeists aren’t any capital G Ghosts no unhappy murders or unfinished business. No these are the spectral equivalent of puppies. Very happy and excitable, and generally very good company, but sometimes they might appropriate a shoe as a new toy, or eat things they definitely shouldn’t. Long story short they enjoy company but perhaps company might not always enjoy them.

Things start off small, with things moving places from where they were originally set down, or the slight sound of footsteps. Nothing too major, but enough to be noticed.

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And now enter our lovable characters! Mainly just Roman and Virgil, but the others may come into play later, who knows?

Certainly not me. I’m just along for the ride.

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Our friend Virgil here is very aware of his surroundings and has a tendency to blow things a bit out of proportion. Which to be fair to him, he acknowledges and goes to the others to give him a reality check when he feels he needs one. This system works quite well most of the time, however this time it didn’t quite work the way it should.

You see, Roman might not the best person to turn to when it comes to the question of possible supernatural encounters, because when Virgil asks if these things he’s observed are due to ghosts Roman immediately says yes.

To be fair to both our Creative and Anxious friends, Virgil could have possibly worded his question better and Roman could have asked for specifics but we are working under the umbrella of quasi-horror movie clichés and so miscommunication is going to be our bread and butter moving forward.

Thus begins the ghost hunt.

For plot related reasons we are going to have our other loveable characters be out of the house more frequently than our two burgeoning ghostbusters. Perhaps they have jobs, or go on coffee dates, maybe they just fade out of the existence the second they step out the door?

Who can truly know.

All you need to know is that Virgil and Roman are left to prowl the hallways undisturbed.

Well undisturbed by the humans at least.

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Channeling their inner Logans-

well the part that conducts experiments, not the part that would sigh exaprately at the thought of doing these experiments on Ghosts of all things. But back to the point. Its time to get our montage on.

Our boys channel their inner Logans and make lists of things that seem out of place, marking down times and days, what has gone missing, the magnitude of spookiness, the whole kit and caboodle. This is all shown in a montage using exclusively bad PowerPoint slide transition effects because im on a budget and thats the best I can do. This all culminates with the realization that whatever is haunting them lives in the basement.

These poltergeists could have very well have shacked up anywhere inside the house, but a brightly lit living room would be far to anticlimactic for my tastes.

So our daring duo slowly creep down the rickety stairs, flashlights in hand and hearts in their throats, as step by step they decend into the depths of the basement and turn the corner to see-

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A pile of kicknacks.

Paper clips, socks, hair ties, bookmarks, bobby pins, rubber bands, scissors, loose change, y’know, all the sort of things that you swear you had a second ago, but once you set them down they become lost forever. Roman lets out an incredulous snort and ignores the protests of Virgil steps forward to take a closer look.

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On a side note, I admit to being perplexed as to wether or not Virgil would be the first, or the last to die in a horror move. Ive come up with points for both sides, but im still at a loss. And I am of the firm belief that Roman would die first, but following that logic Virgil will never be the first killed so its all a moot point anyways.

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Moving on!

Roman approaches the pile. The audience holds its breath in anticipation of a jump scare, tension building as he reaches down to touch the pile and nearly gets bowled over as a bubbly and excitable poltergeists loops and spins around Roman. Happy to have found a new friend!

Cue the horrified screaming because a supernatural entity is going to be very alarming no matter how upbeat it may appear, this was a complete shifting of their worldview! They should be allowed a few terrified shrieks.

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Quickly retreating up the staircase, panic fills their eyes as the being behind them follows them into the house proper. Just as things are beginning to seem hopeless for our heroes, the sound of the door opening draws everyone’s attention.

The door opens and in step Patton and Logan! Returned to our story at last!

Our plucky poltergeists zips over to the two whirling around them, causing Patton to giggle and Logan to smile fondly.

Reaching into his pockets Patton hands over three pennies, a gum wrapper and a slightly rusted screw. These treasures are quickly taken and the poltergeist zips back down the stairs.

Looking over at Roman and Virgil who were watching this exchange with a mixture of fear and confusion Patton tilted his head slightly to the side and asked.

“Have you not seen our darling ghost? It came with the house and has been absolutely adorable! Ive named him Little Dragon because of his cute little hoard! Have you seen it?”

Virgil and Roman glance over at each other with incredulous expressions. Turning back to Patton they asked in unison,

“You knew?”

Cut to credits.

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This story was written by me

Directed by me

Inspired by bad horror movies, the tv tropes website, and sleep deprivation.

And staring characters whose charactizations I have undoubtedly slaughtered.

Roman played by Thomas Sanders

Virgil played by Thomas Sanders

Patton played by Thomas Sanders

Logan played by Thomas Sanders

And our poltergeist played by a corgi in a sheet with eye holes cut out.

Thank you for reading and please direct all rotten tomatoes at the octopod standing in a trench coat by the edge of the stage.

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Moxiety is a moment of soft comfort, an evening spent together right as the sun begins to set. Quiet moments of existing in tandem each being an extension of the other. Its gentle hums of contentment woven together, creating a blanket of peace. Logince is a moment of sudden insight, late nights spent tossing ideas back and forth until the giddiness of creation bubbles up, bringing forth breathless laughter. Falling into step with each other, pacing ‘penny for your thought?’ Analogical is a moment of quiet in a storm, an anchor to ground them, bringing them peace wherever they may be. Its the quiet smirk of amusement as they share a joke, a conversation concentrated into a meaningful glance, cutting through a crowded room. Logicality is a moment of peaceful routine, mornings turned to dance with every step done 100 times before yet special because its shared. Its affection given with partial attention, so ingrained its thoughtless. Two souls twined together, always aware of where the other plans to take them next. Prinxiety is a moment of breathless joy, hand in hand with conspirator grins. Elbows dug into sides and laughter carved into hearts. Smiles crashing into each other like waves turning sharp edged temper to sea glass. Left behind like glittering jewels in their wake. Royality is a moment of wide eyed wonder, laughter ringing out like bells. Moments of joyous surprise collected like gems. Its the feel of grass between their toes as they run, hands tangled together towards whatever their next adventure may be. LAMP is a moment of unbreakable unity, bonds braided together, stronger as a whole. Its a moment of peace, of joy, of comfort, of wonder,  connected by affection. Melodies played, unique and beautiful alone but breathtaking when played together.

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The world may not wait, but we can fall behind together

Romantic Logince | Human AU | No Warnings

This is a complete change from my usual style and it might be completely out of character for them, but its 1 am and im full of feelings and this fic wouldn’t let me be until I wrote it

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It began one day at 3am. When Roman wandered out from his room in the hopes of clearing his mind and saw Logan. Pen in hand stareing down at a blank page looking like he had been suspended in time. The only thing that gave any sign of life was a slight tightening of his grip on his pen as if the movement of his hand had been aborted before it even begun.

His eyes were fixated on the page not even glancing up when Roman approached. Sighing Roman gently pulled the pen from his hand and moved the paper to the side, taking Logan’s hands in his and gently tugging until Logan stood. Roman enveloped Logan in a hug not saying anything, words weren’t needed when both of them had been on both sides of this argument far too many times.

There didn’t need to be words when Roman felt Logan began to shake slightly. Not trying to remove himself from the embrace, but still fighting to find a place amongst his own thoughts where he could find purchase and stop the feeling of drowning and being whisked along in the current of his ideas.

There didn’t need to be words as Roman tightened his hold pulling Logan closer until he was pressed against his chest. Letting him feel his heartbeat and follow his breathing. He guided Logan to the couch and pulled Logan closer. Under no delusions that Logan would sleep, but preventing his thoughts from pushing him to move, to do, to accomplish something so undefined he would run himself ragged before he found the answer he was seeking.

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It began one day at 6am. When Logan stumbled over himself, feeling sluggish and drained from running on naps and caffeine as he drove himself to the brink. He found Roman sitting on the floor with his legs sprawled out and his back pressed against the wall. His headphones covering his ears but nothing playing as he stares at the ceiling, tracking something above him that only he could see.

Logan briefly hummed before sitting between Roman’s spread legs facing him simply staring at Roman’s face. Roman slowly pulled his attention away from whatever thoughts had plagued his sight and stared at Logan scanning him head to toe. Logan never looked away as Roman brought himself back completely measuring reality in the imperfections of Logan.

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It began one day at 2am. When Logan saw the light pouring out from Roman’s door and opened it walking in and seeing Roman startle when he finally sees him.

They don’t know each other yet. Or maybe they do, but only some pieces of the puzzle that fit together but drift apart unanchored never giving a full picture.

They dont know each other yet so when Roman growls at Logan to leave he does, closing the door softly to wait till dawn alone, left with his thoughts and drifting aimlessly, never being able to focus.

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It began one day at 1pm. When Roman found a mirror of his exhaustion reflected back at him. Shoulders half slumped and eyes slow to focus.

They don’t know each other yet, its close now, with encounters at all hours forming a bond that can only be created in the middle of the night when the stars strip away the masks they might have tried to use. They’re still afraid of the echoes of themselves they see in the other but they help when they can.

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It began one day at 10pm. When they found themselves shouting, cutting at the other with the broken edges of themselves fighting with all their might to push the other back because it is terrifying to be so completely known.

Breaths heavy they land on sneers and glares waiting for the other to back down first. The anger drains, leaving something newly forged between them.

They know each other now.

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It begins and begins and begins because love renews, at every moment of joy, of excitement, of understanding it blooms again as beautiful as the first time it was ever felt.

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Firefly Funeral

Virgil stood in the dying light staring at the sky above and waiting as the darkness wrapped around him like a cloak. When the last streaks of violet vanished from the horizon, Virgil let out a slow breath and brought his closed hand up in front of his face. Slowly uncurling his fingers he revealed the faint baby blue glow cupped in the middle of his palm. Virgil blew gently and watched as the stardust drifted off like dandelion seeds. 

The sparks rose higher and higher zipping across the night sky. Virgil watched as the blue specs of light were soon joined by violet and red, the three colors spinning together, dancing along in a nonexistent breeze. 

After a moment the sparks regrouped, forming into pulsing lights as big as his hand. They floated down and surrounded Virgil, who smiled gently at them. 

“I’ll be fine, I promise. Keep watch of the stars for me, okay? I’ll miss you all so much. But I can’t stay any longer. Apparently ducking out of courtly duties for half a century is very frowned upon.” Virgil cracked a fond smile. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. You were the best things that could have ever happened to me. I love you.”

With the souls of his partners gently pulsing behind him, Vigil turned and took a deep breath before drawing a rune he hadn’t used in a long time, watching as the air shimmered and formed a door. Taking one last glimpse over his shoulder Virgil gave another soft smile before turning back and stepping through the doorway.

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Breaking Point

Summary: Set immediately following Can Lying be Good? Patton deals with the aftermath.

Genre: All Hurt No Comfort

Warnings: Self-depricating thoughts, Discussion of being overlooked, No self harm but hair tugging, tell me if i need to add more

Notes: Oh boy is this a projection fic. When im in a better place mentally ill give it, if not a good ending then at least a cathartic one. But right now? Whump is all you get

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Patton sinks into his room as quickly as he can manage without it seeming off, and blocks any of the other sides from coming in after him. It was only after he was sure no one was coming looking for him that he let himself fall apart. His breath came faster and faster and he couldn’t breathe couldn’t think around the knot in this throat and the pressure behind his eyes. And maybe he didn’t actually want to be thinking. Because thinking about it would mean he would be thinking about them and how they hadn’t noticed and he had thought they were his family? Or if not family; friends? Close to each other? Aquaintences at least?

But they didn’t notice. He had been completely replaced and nobody noticed. Nobody cared. Tears were pouring down Patton’s face and he had long since given up on standing and was on the floor against the wall with the head in his hands, his glasses somewhere on the ground beside him.

Patton reached one hand up and buried it in his hair, tugging at the roots, just to give himself something, anything to focus on and get him out of his head. It didn’t work and Patton shoved his other hand against his mouth to muffle the sobs that he couldn’t stop from escaping. His room had shifted to darker tones and muted light when he had entered, but now it was starting to be thrown into chaos. Blacks and greys and burnt oranges flashed around the room. Cutting across everything and obscuring his view of anything beyond where he had collapsed. Patton tore harder at his hair as the damning refrain played over and over and over again.

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They dont care.

They’ve never cared.

They dont know you.

They dont see you.

Replaceable.

Unloved.

Invisible.

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The sobs were coming faster now and Patton almost choked between one ragged gasp and the next. Pushing the heels of his palms into his eyes he tried to get it to stop just stop. He knew this. He’s always known this. He need the others far more than they need him. He knows this. So why does it hurt so badly? He had thought, for a moment Thomas had noticed? But no. He hadn’t seen anything wrong hadn’t seen anything different because he didn’t know him? None of them knew him.

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Dragging in a deep breath Patton felt himself be tugged roughly into anger, his hand curling into fists with his nails digging into his palms.

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They had never known him.

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This was just one more nail in the coffin, really. And he really should have seen something like this coming because really? He had stopped putting on his best masks after the others had ended up in his room. He let his smiles be fake and brittle, or stayed quiet for entire days on end waiting for one of the others to ask if he was okay. But they didn’t. Not even once.

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And just like that the anger disappeared, leaving behind bone deep sorrow, the type that had moved beyond tears, and Patton let his head fall back against the wall and watched as his room dissolved into dark blue glass and black smoke. The smoke burned when he breathed, it always did, but at least it was a weak distraction from his thoughts. Not that they went away, or even changed, but at least they were softer. Somewhat.

Completely wrung out and empty Patton stood up and made his way to the edge of his bed. Falling asleep with his room in this state was a really bad plan, but Patton couldn’t muster up enough energy to care.

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He needed to sleep.

At least then his thoughts would quiet.

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Summaries!

@tsfanart​ did a post of summaries of upcoming projects which you can find Here, and if you haven’t checked them out go do it, they are an amazing writer! 

And while I cant promise a post a day I do have quite a few works that im working on and it will help me keep them (roughly) in order! 

Alrighty here we go!

Patton-Cake

No pairing | No AU | Humor | No Warnings

Logan knows many things, he is Logic, so naturally he would be comprised of everything that Thomas had ever learned, so that he could best reason out what the appropriate course of action to take would be. Therefore, his gaps in knowledge were few and far between, and when he discovered a specific gap, he worked his hardest to close it as soon as possible (e.g. contemporary slang words) However there was one thing that was a perpetual mystery to him.

Patton-Cake.

Logan tries his best to understand the rules of Patton-Cake using the mightiest tool in his arsenal... 

Spreadsheets 

Letters To No One 

LAMP | No AU | Hurt/Comfort | Self-Doubt, Panic Attack

Now that he was accepted by the others, he really shouldn’t keep writing to them, really he could just walk to Patton’s room and talk to him about the day. And it wasn’t like he was going to actually send these to the others, that would just be awkward. But he couldn’t bring himself to throw away the letters either, so he just had drawers and drawers of unsent letters stashed away.

Virgil write letters to the others sides every day but he keeps them hidden, until one day when, hoping to drive a wedge between Virgil and the others, Deceit takes them and leaves them out for the other to find.

Silence is Static

i posted the first part over here but I am expanding it!

Platonic LAMP | No AU | Angst, Hurt/comfort | Forced Mutism

The static was screaming now, the crackling tearing at him ripping into his very core, and Roman clamped his hands over his ears, the pen clattering against the table, he wanted it to stop but the static was inside him now and there was nothing else only static and its crawling up his arms, up his legs and wrapping around his heart, and-

Nothing

The second part of the Silence is Golden series, Roman hit a creative block and can’t contact or speak to anyone

Into the Shadows Deep

Romantic Logicality, Familial Moxiety | Dark Forest AU | Angst, Hurt/comfort | Mentions of Past Neglect/Abuse, Mild Gore

They say there’s a monster, and he lives with a witch and his husband. They say that if anyone tries to find the Witch and his Monster the husband will steal their hearts, and leave the corpses for the crows.

Virgil run to the dark forest, where he does find the monsters that people tell stories about, but he also finds a home.

The Forgotten Path

Romantic Logicality | Dark Forest AU | Slice of Life | Memory Loss 

Logan had been lost for what seemed like weeks, the trees in around him never seemed to change, seemed to be exact copies down to the very leaves, was he even going anywhere? Where had he come from? Which way was home? Did he have a home? He didn’t know, all he could remember was the trees, and the path, barely visible beneath the undergrowth. He was following the path, right? That seemed like the logical conclusion. 

He was following the path, and it was leading him where he needed to go.

Prequel to Into the Shadows Deep where Logan meets Roman, stumbles upon Patton, becomes a Witch, and makes a deal with The Forest. Not necessarily in that order

Darkest Suns

Pre-LAMP | Space fairing AU | Hurt/Comfort | Mentions of Past Neglect/Abuse

People only ever ended up this far out into the edges of recorded space for two reason, they were running to something, or they were running away. Virgil was one of the latter. As soon as he was able to scramble some funds for an off planet shuttle, he was gone. He was gone, and he never looked back, bouncing from one trading hub to another, doing odd jobs in exchange for a ride, and that was how he ended up here, far far beyond the reach of anyone from his past.

Virgil, running from his past ends up at a science outpost near the edge of where anyone has explored, and maybe finds a home in the process.

Staged Almost like a Play

No Pairing | No AU | Angst | Self deprecation, Derealization

There were days where just being who the others expected him to be became the toughest role he had ever performed. Get up, smile, answer questions with canned responses rehearsed over and over until even he can’t tell the difference. Flourish here, banter there, make excuses and bow. Exit stage left.

Roman struggles with the distance between who the others know and expect, and who he actually is

My Favorite Word is We

LAMP | No Au | Hurt/Comfort | Self depreciation

Virgil isn’t sure of anything, he knows that they’ve said they accepted him, but what are the limits? Where are the boundaries? The rules? How is he supposed to find these things out if they wont tell him! Its not like he wants to experiment he already feels like he’s walking on eggshells, and he really hates this game, he hates this game of trial and error. He thought these people were supposed to be nicer? Weren’t they?

Post Accepting Anxiety Virgil tries to figure out what the rules to living with the sides are, trying to figure out what’s acceptable by blindly feeling out what the others are doing.

It Was Only a Simple Touch

LAMP | No AU | Hurt/Comfort | Touch Starved Patton

Patton was fine really, the others sides weren’t very touchy, and he didn’t want to push anyone outside of their comfort zone, especially not Virgil who was just really opening up to them. So he just bundled up under layer of blankets and ignored how much his skin itched and crawled when he got too close to the others.

Patton is touch starved, but its not a big deal, really, he’s doing just fine. (Its not. Cuddles happen)

Keep Me in your Memory

Logicality | Human AU | Angst | Past Character Death

The letter had become a touchstone for him, a way to center himself when the entire world seemed against him. He had it long since memorized but would still take it out whenever the names got too much, robot, heartless, ice queen, stuck up, bastard. Reading the lines over and over again letting, genius, wonderful, inspiring, caring, brilliant, dull the sting. After all his was the only opinion that truly mattered, because Patton was the only one who had actually known Logan.

Logan’s childhood friend Patton had been killed in a car accident two years ago. Logan clings to the last letter Patton had sent him as he tries to make his way through High School

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Twilight

The sun sunk lower and lower in the sky, slowly painting the clouds vibrant blood red and orange. He knew he shouldn’t be out his early, the creep were much more active during the day, but Virgil couldn’t bring himself to give up this ritual.

Ever since he was a child he had sat on the roof of his house and watched the light slowly fade to twilight, and from there into a blanket of stars. Now he had traded his home for a run down highrise, and twilight for bleeding clouds, but the routine brought him a small moment of peace nonetheless. In a few minutes he would have to go back down, wake up the others and start packing. They had stayed here longer than anywhere else, but the sap vines were beginning to encroach, and the creeps were never far behind.

Standing up, Virgil gave himself one last glance at the horizon and turned away. There were more important things that needed his attention these days.

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Summary: Patton hears a curious noise coming from Roman’s room and peeks in to investigate

Warning: Many imaginary fruits were harmed in the making of this fic.

Notes: This is the single goofiest ficlet i have written in my entire life, I was giggling for like 20 minutes while writing this I hope you enjoy

Pairing: Platonic Logince!

Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life

Patton sat up straight in his armchair and stretched, having just finished his latest book, and decided to go get himself a snack since he had read through lunch. Heading to the kitchen, he paused as he heard a dull thump, like something hitting a wall, followed immediately by giggles. Feeling curious Patton followed the sound of giggling up the stairs and to the door to Roman’s room. Knocking on the door, he was surprised when it was Virgil who opened it and motioned him inside. When he entered Patton looked around not quite understanding what he was seeing.

On one side of the room, Logan stood with a clipboard in one hand and an apple in the other and seemed to be trying to bite back a smile. On the other side of the room stood Roman, holding his sword with both hands and bouncing on the balls of his feet slightly, not even trying to stop the grin that was splitting his face, and completely covered in what looked like light paint? Or maybe juice? Neither of the two had even looked over when Patton had entered the room, and as he watched Logan finally got his face under control and said

“Underhand, moderate speed, take five.” and proceeded to lob the apple at Roman, who swung his sword and manages to just nick the side, causing a tiny spurt of red juice.

Roman snickered and kicked at the apple to get it out of the way and got back into a ready stance as Logan made another mark on his clipboard and conjured a Mango into his hand

“Overhand, high speed, take one.” And with that Logan launched the mango at Roman who squawked and tried to bring his sword down in time but missed and it impacted his upper arm, exploding into orange juice like a water balloon as it came into contact with him.

Logan and Virgil both let out snickers as Roman huffily wiped the juice off his face, and even though he was still confused as to what exactly was going on Patton joined in. At the sound of his laughter Logan and Roman looked over. Roman waved with a wide grin, still bouncing in place and Logan glanced down at his clipboard looking slightly sheepish but still grinning.

“So what is going on here exactly? Besides Roman making a fruit salad the hard way?” Patton asked looking around at the others. Logan spoke up first adjusting his glasses with one hand,

“We are conducting an experiment on the efficacy of caffeine on the enhancement of a test subject’s reaction time, utilizing a variety of produce that has been designed to rupture in such a way as to not harm the participant, in this case Roman, and provide immediate visual feedback on whether or not the subject has cleanly bisected the produce.”  

Roman grinned and nodded quickly still bouncing in place and Patton felt a bit lost as to what exactly that explanation boiled down to, so he glanced over at Virgil who snorted and said.

“Roman drank a triple shot latte and wanted to see how well he would do in a real life fruit ninja. Logan agreed to help. I’m just here because I wanted to watch Princey get pelted by fruit.”

Roman grinned and shrugged again, but right as he opened his mouth to say something, Logan shouted

“Surprise volley, high speed!” and Roman quickly turned around just in time to catch a bunch of bananas in the face, which exploded in a bright yellow splash, which was apparently the tipping point for Logan as he broke down in giggles, clutching his stomach as he bent over. Which set off Patton and Virgil again as well.

Roman huffed indignantly, but soon he too was swept up in the revelry and soon they all were on the ground gasping for breath around their laughter.

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Wanderer

He’s been on the road a long time, no particular destination really, its more fun that way! The journey’s the most important part and if you take the time to stop and smell the roses you get so many more experiences than if you rode breakneck down well trod paths.

It never ceases to amaze him how good the world is, how good these humans are at their very core. Sure the world is sometimes cruel, he knows that, he knows that intimately. But the people in it? They try their hardest.

Small kindnesses are everywhere if you know where to look, a helping hand for an upturned kart, a kitten’s first wobbly steps, a hidden smile at a loved ones exuberance, an apple pucked straightfrom the tree.

Patton collects these moments holds them close to his heart trying to leave everyplace he visits better than he arrived. Most of the time he hides himself, his acts of good not done for praise. They’re done for the wide smile of the farmer whose roof no longer leaks, for the gasp of a mother who finds a basket of produce, a tradesman who finds extra coin in his accounts.

He’s been on the road a long time, but he wouldn’t change a single moment.

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Imposter

It was a fun game he played now and again. It was harmless fun, a way to keep himself entertained, to make the endless introductions have meaning again, give them purpose when otherwise the people and towns float past like ash on a breeze

they were so transient, these humans, so fragile

He changes his name, his history, his mannerisms, his past. Each village presented a new man

He didn’t remember who he was before this any more after all, who were thwy to say it is a lie?

It was a challenge really, how far could he run with it? how long would people believe him? how long till he slipped up and his entire spider web of lies came falling down?

if he was honest that was his favorite part, when they figured it out and realized just how many lies he had feed them That They Had Believed 

and then he was off again, to the next town over start anew, spinning tales and weaving himself into their community, spin his web around each person make himself integral to their lives

make them Notice when he leaves.

“Hello! I just moved into town and was hoping to find someone to show me around! My name’s scoundreltricksterliardeceit  Dee, its a pleasure to meet you”

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Summary: Virgil has a bad dream, and when he wakes up, he finds Patton in a similar predicament 

Warning: Dream Logic, Body Horror (open wounds and bleeding), Description of Drowning, Self Deprecation by Proxy 

Notes: Alright so Please head the warnings on this one, the first half is pretty graphic. This started out as me projecting my dreams/ learned apathy towards them onto Virgil, and somehow ended up with Moxiety fluff? im as confused as you are. My writing process more closely resembles me being dragged bodily behind an idea than me actually writing anything.

Pairing: Ambiguous Moxiety 

Genre: Whump/Angst, and believe it or not a Fluffy Hurt/Comfort ending

Virgil opens his eyes and looks around and finds himself wandering through clouds of vibrant red and black fog in a bright white room. He’s not going anywhere in particular, no destination in mind, but when he stops walking for a moment, the fog coalesses around him and drags at his limbs. So he keeps walking.

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Summary: Virgil has a bad dream, and when he wakes up, he finds Patton in a similar predicament 

Warning: Dream Logic, Body Horror (open wounds and bleeding), Description of Drowning, Self Deprecation by Proxy 

Notes: Alright so Please head the warnings on this one, the first half is pretty graphic. This started out as me projecting my dreams/ learned apathy towards them onto Virgil, and somehow ended up with Moxiety fluff? im as confused as you are. My writing process more closely resembles me being dragged bodily behind an idea than me actually writing anything.

Pairing: Ambiguous Moxiety 

Genre: Whump/Angst, and believe it or not a Fluffy Hurt/Comfort ending

Virgil opens his eyes and looks around and finds himself wandering through clouds of vibrant red and black fog in a bright white room. He’s not going anywhere in particular, no destination in mind, but when he stops walking for a moment, the fog coalesses around him and drags at his limbs. So he keeps walking.

Hours later, or maybe minutes? Time is strange and fluid and seems to slip between his fingers he spots a door in the distance and begins to walk towards it. The door seems to pulse with a sort of radiant light, not quite visible but still there, like a flicker of something in his periphery.

Virgil reaches the door and moves to push it open, only to find himself falling down, and down and down and- 

He’s dreaming isn’t he, this can’t be reality and he’s falling, and falling and-

He opens the door and begins to fall, no, more like drift, sliding gently downwards the fog from the other room following him down, its calm, peaceful even, but once again he begins to pick up speed, the fog sticking to him like tar, pulling him down, down, down-

He opens the door and doesn’t fall, he walks over the abyss as if on a walkway made of glass-

He opens the door  and is surrounded by walls made of glass closing in around him, door disappearing into thin air, and shit he’s should have known this is how it would end, he shouldn’t have thought it shouldn’t have thought of Anything that would have lead his mind to this dream. 

Virgil stares at the floor beneath his feet, gazing down into the endless blackness, falling would have been much preferable to what he knows is going to happen next, he can’t bring himself to look up, but its the only way to end this so he looks up. Patton, Logan and Roman stare back, gazes cold and mouths turned into a sneer.

Unwanted Inept Unloved Annoying, Disgusting, Rotten, Foul-

The words dig into his skin, leaving behind gashes gushing blood, and even though he knew this was coming, Virgil can’t hold back his gasps as each word that flies out of their mouths opens a new wound. Finally he gives in and collapses to the ground, and as he does the glass box constricts leaving him trapped on the floor as slowly the box begins to fill with his blood. It isn’t logical he thinks morbidly, his body shouldn’t be able to make this much blood.

But dreams aren’t bound by logic, and Virgil intimately knows how this particular dream goes so he doesn’t struggle to breathe when his head is covered. Or at least he tries not to, but drowning is a primal fear, one that carries through to dreams and soon he’s clawing at the walls trying to find purchase, and he cant breathe, he can’t breathe he can’t-

Virgil coughs himself awake, dragging in ragged gasps trying to remember how to breathe again. Sitting up, Virgil rubs at his mouth with his sleeve, trying to rub away the phantom taste of blood that coats his tongue. He stands up and pads over to his bathroom, going about the familiar routine. Turn on the sink, splash some water on your face, fill up a glass and drink, washing away any lingering parts of the dream. 

This is why he always scoffs when Roman bemoans his inability to lucid dream. Sure being able to be aware of the wonderful things happening in dreams would be fun, but Roman could do that any day he pleased while he was awake. And he wouldn’t have to worry about getting stuck in a nightmare. 

Over. And over. And over again.

Virgil sighs and shakes himself, going back to his bed and sitting on the edge, not laying down, not yet anyways, he learned his lesson after the first few times. He needs to distract himself or else going to sleep will just end up with repeat performance. But for some reason the dream just keeps playing on a loop and nothing seems to be able to distract him.

Deciding to take a walk he quietly opens his door and slips out into the hallway. None of the others lights are on, which he didn’t expect anyway, it’s far later than even Roman’s brainstorms push him, so Virgil remains as quiet as he can as he makes his way through the darkened living room to the kitchen. 

Poking through the refrigerator for leftovers he nearly jumps out of his skin when someone clears their throat from the doorway. Virgil spins around, pasta container clutched to his chest as if it could defend him. Lit up by the glow from the refrigerator he sees Patton in his cat onesie clutching a mug of tea with both hands.

“You’re up late.” Patton says as he moves over to stand next to the counter, and Virgil uncurls from his startled pose setting the pasta down on the counter, and moves to get a plate.

“Bad dream, I guess. Not really nightmare level but still.” Virgil shrugs and turns to the microwave so that his face is hidden from Patton, it really wasn’t that bad of a dream, he’s used to them by now. Having the same dream over and over has numbed him to it. He still doesn’t like them but he’s actually just fine.

“What about you Pat? You never stay up this late. Sandman not playing nice?” Patton huffs out a laugh,

“Not in the slightest.” When Patton doesn’t continue, Virgil turns around and actually looks at Patton. When Patton was feeling bad, sometimes getting the words out was hard for him. Looking at Patton, Virgil only found more evidence that he was feeling rough. Patton was curled around his mug, seemingly trying to shrink into himself, and Virgil’s heart ached.

“Nightmare?” he asked, and when Patton nodded jerkily, “Do you want a hug?” and when Patton nodded again, Virgil gently reached out wrapped his arms around Patton’s shoulders, it was a bit awkward, because Patton was still holding onto his mug, but He seemed to be clutching it like a lifeline, so Virgil didn’t want to take it away.

The microwave let out a shrill beep, at a decibel level that could only be achieved by something unexpected at night, and Virgil and Patton both startled, Patton jerking is mug up and almost dropping it, dousing them both with tea. Thankfully or not so depending on how you look at it, Patton had apparently been nursing the same cup for quite awhile, so the tea was barely above room temperature. 

Virgil gently took the mug from Patton, whose grip on it had lessened, and set it down on the counter. When he did, he quietly pulled Patton fully into a hug. At this, Patton’s arms came up and clutched at Virgil’s back, Patton’s forehead resting on his shoulders. Virgil didn’t say anything, just stood and held Patton, breathing as deeply and as steadily as he could.

Eventually Patton’s breathing began to match his own, and his grip loosened, enough for Virgil to pull back slightly to look at Patton’s face. Patton looked steadier than he had been, and no longer looked like he was trying to hide from something, so Virgil put one hand on his cheek and gave a soft smile.

“Doing alright?” Patton’s nod this time was far less jerky and Virgil lets his smile widen and says,

“I have heard from a very reliable source that comfort food is the best way to beat bad dreams. Care to join?” Patton begins to grin as well and nodded once again. Virgil unfolded himself from the hug, and reached across to open up the microwave. Pulling out the plate, Virgil sets it on the counter next to them, and gently moved Patton to the side so that he can pull out two forks. Holding one of them out to Patton, he grabbed the plate and hopped up onto the counter, moving to the side to make room for when Patton joined him.

Together they sat in silence, leaning against the other as they made their way through the plate. When it was done Virgil put it in the sink and took one of Patton’s hands.

“I don’t really want to go back to bed alone, you okay with me joining you tonight?” Patton squeezed Virgil’s hand as they both got off the counter, and nodded, leading them to his door.

They both got into bed, and as Virgil was just starting to drift off, he heard Patton whisper from in front of him.

“Thank you”

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Pairing: Romantic Analogical

Prompt: Virgil takes Logan to the aquarium on a date

“Hey Lo, if you had to pick, what’s your favorite sea creature?” Virgil asked as he and Logan walked hand in hand through the aquarium. This outing had been his idea as a surprise for their anniversary. Virgil knew how much sea life fascinated Logan so he knew it’d be a perfect trip. Logan’s gaze seemed to be going everywhere, his head seemed to be on a constant swivel. Even though Virgil did think that the animals were interesting, he couldn’t drag his gaze away from his boyfriends face. 

Logan’s face seemed to come alive in the soft blue light reflected from the tanks, his normally restrained expressions long gone as he looked around him with wonder. Virgil could stand here for hours soaking in the expression on his face, so he was slightly disappointed when Logan turned to face him, even if he was the one who asked the question in the first place.

“Well if just Ocean Creature is all the specificity you’re going to give me, I would have to say that the octopus is my personal favorite. They are absolutely fascinating creatures that the more is learned about them the more basic rules of biology they seem to subvert!” As Logan got more into the topic he started to get excited, gesturing with his hands and turning to fully look at Virgil.

“They have three hearts, and no real centralized brain because its been spread out over their entire body! Their arms have been shown  to present different personality traits from each other, and carry about different tasks autonomously. And their eyes!” at this point Logan throws his hands in the air, including the one holding onto Virgil’s. 

He seems to realize where they were and his face flushes briefly before he clears his throat and nods fixing his gaze back on the fish behind the glass. Virgil tries hard to stop the small smile playing across his lips at Logan’s blush and obvious avoidance. Giving Logan a gentle nudge with his shoulder Virgil waits until he has Logan attention again before giving him a small smile and asking,

“What about their eyes?” at this Logan’s searches Virgil’s face for something, and apparently finds whatever he was looking for, because the side of his mouth quirks into a smile and he starts to speak again.

“Well, they are technically colorblind, and nobody has been able to definitively determine how they are capable of camouflaging themselves so perfectly with their environment. One popular hypothesis is that they are capable of controlling the focus of their eye so exactly that they are able to differentiate the different wavelengths that colors caused entirely by determining whether that area is in focus or not! Another hypothesis states-”

Logan had started walking near the beginning of his rant, and Virgil was happy to simply follow along besides him. Logan’s face was lit up and Virgil couldn’t help the sappy grin that crept onto his face, this was truly a perfect outing

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Fic masterpost

This is more for my own organization than anything else, but here you go! What this is really showing me is that I need to write more Moxiety, Royality, and Logicality, just more Patton tbh

Series

Truths Twisted 

| Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six |

Logan struggles with something that Deceit said in Can Lying be Good? and his resulting panic attack damages the very fabric of the mindscape.

Platonic LAMP 

Those Enchanted

Part One | Part Two 

What starts as a simple adventure quickly grows into something more when the sides go face to face with a dangerous enchanter capable of seeing and exploiting their deepest secrets.

Romantic LAMP

Oneshots

Silence is Golden 

Logan decides that he speaks too much and creates an experiment to see if the others prefer him when he’s quiet.

Platonic LAMP, implied Romantic Analogical

Silver and Grey 

Virgil has wings that he’s kept hidden from everyone, until one day Roman stumbles in and sees them

Romantic Prinxiety

Meltdown in 5, 4, 3, 2-

Logan has too much on his plate and keeps adding more until he just cant keep it together anymore

Platonic Analogical 

Ailing Bastion 

Logan gets the flu and hides it from the other sides

Ambiguous Logince 

Late Nights

One night Roman hears crying coming from Logan’s room and goes to investigate

Platonic Logince

Baking Buddies 

Virgil and Logan both request help, making a gift for the other.

Platonic Moxiety and Logince, Romantic Analogical 

Illustrated

Starlight

Roman and Virgil stargaze in the evening

Romantic Prinxiety 

Tick, Tock

Part One | Part Two

Logan and Virgil are entities called Guardians tasked with watching over fate’s progression. They are currently tasked with watching King Patton and Prince Roman

Platonic Analogical

Ask Prompts 

Virgil has a bad day

Post Accepting Anxiety Part Two chat

Logan gets the flu

Coffee Shop AU

Aesthetics of the Sides