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As If He Had Hung The Stars In The Sky

Ships: Romantic LAMP

Words: 1164

Warnings: murder/serial killer mention, non consensual touching, sort of (they’re all 100% down with it, but they don’t ask first), kissing, food/drink mention

Summary: Logan takes his boyfriends stargazing. It’s as close to a perfect night as it can get.

Author’s note:  Happy birthday to our favorite space nerd, can you tell that I love him?

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“Here we are.” Logan put the car into park and shut it off, gesturing to the hilltop recreation area around them.

Logan climbed out of the car, and began pulling various cases out of the trunk. His three boyfriends followed, gathering in a semi-circle to watch.

“Is there anything we can do to help?” Virgil asked.

“I don’t think so, it’s really less complicated than it looks.”

Roman looked at all the cases scattered across the grass. “What is all this for?”

“It’s all optical stuff, we probably won’t use most of it. There’s some binoculars in that box if you want something to occupy yourselves with.”

“We’re not toddlers, we’re fine waiting for a few minutes.”

Patton was already pulling out the binoculars, dampening Roman’s statement.

“I think I have some star charts somewhere, too, if anyone’s interested.”

Logan pulled the bag that contained his telescope out of the car.

Virgil smirked. “Why do you have a body bag, Logan, should I be concerned? You bring us to an isolated location, and now you’re bringing out all this.”

“Please, if I wanted to murder you, I would have brought you one by one. I’m not stupid.”

Logan set up the tripod and mounted the telescope on top of it. “There we are.”

“So, specs, what are you showing us tonight?”

“It’s still light out, so there’s not much I can show you yet.”

Roman looked up. “I can see a few stars, can’t we look at those?”

Logan laughed and scanned the sky. “There’s nothing interesting . Um…Saturn’s still above the trees, do you want to look at that?”

“Sure.” Roman shot Logan one of those dazzling smiles that always left him speechless.

Logan cleared his throat. “Right,” he said, and he got to work, clicking open one of the cases.

“There.” Logan looked up from the eyepiece, seemingly satisfied.

Virgil stepped forward first, putting his eye against the lens.

“What do you think?”

“That’s not—that can’t be real.”

Logan smiled, watching the awe spread on his boyfriend’s face. “It is.”

“Wow.”

Virgil stepped to the side, letting Patton take his place against the lens.

“Um…do I take my glasses off for this, or?”

“You’re nearsighted, so probably, yes. Here…” Logan moved to stand behind Patton, Pushing his glasses up onto his forehead, and guiding his hand to a knob next to the eyepiece. “This is the focus here, adjust it as much as you need to.”

Patton played with the knob for a bit, before dropping his hand, his mouth falling open.

“That—you really can see the rings!”

Logan watched Patton with adoration. “Did you think I was lying to you?”

“I thought it was one of those things that you could theoretically see, but only if you have good eyes and know what you’re looking for. I didn’t think I’d be able to see them.”

Patton stepped back, pushing Roman towards the telescope. “You should see it.”

Roman planted a quick kiss on Patton’s cheek, before looking through the telescope.

“Oh, wow…It’s beautiful! There’s so much detail!”

Roman threw his arms around his boyfriend, pulling him into a kiss. “Thank you,” he murmured.

Logan frowned. “I don’t understand why you’re thanking me, I’m hardly responsible.”

“Just shut up.”

Logan pulled back from Roman, who pouted at the loss of warmth.

“It’s cold,” he whined.

“I told you to bring a jacket.”

“You grew up in California, I assumed you were exaggerating.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t. What do you want to see next?”

“This star cluster is not particularly intriguing, but it’s one of the easiest to see.  It’s official designation is NGC 457, but most people refer to it as the owl cluster, or E.T.“

Roman looked first. “I think it looks like WALL-E,” he announced.

Logan hummed, mentally visualizing the cluster. “It does look like WALL-E, doesn’t it?”

“Let me see!” Patton moved forward. “Yeah, it definitely looks like WALL-E! What do you think, Virgil?” he pulled their other boyfriend back into the conversation.

Virgil approached the telescope. “Um… I’ve never actually watched WALL-E, so I don’t know. But I’m really not seeing how anyone looked at this and thought it resembled an owl.”

“You’ve never watched WALL-E?” The other three said in horror.

Virgil shook his head.

Roman grasped his hand over his heart. “That’s it, we’re scheduling another movie night!”

“Another one? That makes this the fifth this month!”

“Your childhood was fundamentally lacking in animated movies, it’s our duty as rational human beings to remedy this.”

“Fine.”

“I think you’ll like it. It’s got a good ‘capitalism destroyed the Earth’ theme.”

Virgil perked up significantly at that. “Tell me more.”

“Well, you’ll just have to watch the movie, won’t you?”

Virgil flipped Roman off, though it was barely visible in the darkness. He turned to Logan. “What do you have next?”

“Here we have the Andromeda galaxy, the closest to our own.”

“You’re doing your planetarium voice thing again,” Virgil commented.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s cute.”

Logan was thankful for the darkness, as he could feel himself blush.

Roman raised his hand, earning a quiet snicker from Virgil. “Isn’t Andromeda the one that’s going to collide with the Milky Way?”

“Uh, sort of? There most likely won’t be any actual collision, they’ll just blend together into a bigger galaxy. But it won’t happen for several billion years, so don’t worry.”

“Shouldn’t they be moving apart?” Patton asked. “I thought all the galaxies and stuff were moving away from each other.”

“Not really. It’s more like the space in between everything is expanding. I mean, the Earth isn’t getting any farther away from the sun, and the sun isn’t getting any farther from the center of our galaxy. Imagine you have a piece of elastic, and you pin all the galaxies on it, and you stretch it out. The galaxies aren’t moving really, they’re only getting farther apart because the elastic is expanding. The same thing is happening with our universe. It’s not as though the galaxies are actively repelling each other, but the space is actually getting bigger. Andromeda and the Milky Way are close enough together that their gravitational mass is drawing them closer to each other, almost as though they were within the same pin on the piece of elastic.”

“Huh.”

“It’s rather complicated.”

Patton nodded. “Let’s just look at the pretty things.” Patton stepped forward, fiddling with the focus a bit, before sighing. “Is this one supposed to be fuzzy?”

“Yeah, sort of.”

Patton laughed, the sound bright and musical. “Good, it’s not just me.”

Logan spent the next hour showing his boyfriends various deep space objects, until eventually, the cold and the late hour won over, and they returned to their apartment for hot chocolate and cuddles. Logan found himself very glad that he had brought them, with the way the all looked at him as if he had hung the stars in the sky himself.

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Haunted House

Day 24 of Sanders Sides Spooky Month! You can read more about the universe here! 

Words: 1,314

Warnings: Death mentions (nobody actually gets hurt, though), Illegal activity (trespassing), and Possible/implied supernatural activity at the end

Rating: General (it’s more kid friendly than the one about baking, somehow)

Pairings: Romantic Prinxiety, QPR Analogince, romantic Remile, background romantic Anaroyality/QPR LAMP

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Virgil pulled his sweatshirt tighter around himself. “Are you sure this is a good idea, Princey?”

“Of course it’s not, that’s why we brought weapons,” Roman shot back, as though being reminded of the iron crowbar that was stored in Virgil’s hoodie pocket was reassuring.

Logan cast both of them a look. “You two don’t actually believe we’re going to see a ghost, right?”

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Fall Baking

Day 20 of Sanders Sides Spooky Month! Set in this universe.

Words: 989

Warnings: Food Mention, 1 swear word, Bickering, Kissing, Death mention, Fire/burning things

Rating: Teen

Pairings: Romantic Anaroyality, QPR LAMP

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Every flat surface in the kitchen was covered. A few trays sat cooling on the stove, and Patton was busy rolling out dough on the counter. The table had several bowls of icing, as well as around 15 different varieties of sprinkles.

“I think you made too many cookies.” Virgil stepped off the last stair and made his way toward the kitchen.

Patton laughed. “Too many cookies isn’t a thing. I’ll bring them to class if there’s still some left after the party.”

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What Do You Mean When You Tell Me You Love Me?

Chapter 1

Ships: Established Logicality, Eventual Prinxiety

Words: 1079

Warnings: Food/drink mention; Vague reference to what could be sexual innuendo; Swearing; Social anxiety; Reference to skin stealing (yes, you read that right. also, shout out to my friend Emmett for that idea); Some bickering among siblings, including minor physical altercations, in a joking manner; Sympathetic Remus

Summary: Roman and Virgil have been best friends for almost two years now. Roman has had a crush on Virgil for half that time. But how could he tell him when there’s so much to lose?

Taglist:

@starwarsdestroyedme

@enragedbees

@muggyart9

@flowersheep

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i want to see more people my age on my dash, not just because i love seeing other young writers trying to reach their goals, but also because it’s nice to know that we’re not alone in balancing writing with school, friends, extracurricular activities, jobs, and everything else:)

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The Day My Life Got Interesting

I wrote this story last spring and I finally got around to editing it. Hope you enjoy! Reblogs and comments mean the world to me!

Helena Keenan is on her way home from work when she gets wrapped up in a sci-fi style adventure.

Word count: 1387

The elevator opened with a pleasant ding, ensuring certain death. I took a step backward, as the monsters emerged. I wasn’t sure what they were, but they seemed dangerous. They were humanoid and looked zombie-ish. They shuffled forward, and I drew the pocket knife I always kept with me. It wouldn’t help much, and I think I knew that, but I wasn’t going to let these things hurt anyone.

I took a second to observe my surroundings. I was in an office building, complete with dull fluorescent lighting and fake plants. I realized that the building was full of regular office workers, who were now hiding behind their desks. They were probably scared out of their minds.

So there I was, facing down a horde of monsters, holding nothing but a pocket knife. The situation was ridiculously hopeless, but I promised myself that I wouldn’t lose. The nearest monster advanced, and I plunged the knife into its wrist. I watched in awe, as it started to disintegrate. My knife wasn’t made out of anything special, it was just low-quality steel. I stabbed the next one, and it fell too. I went kind of crazy, and soon, zombie dust littered the office floor. I glanced down. There was a large gash in my arm. It didn’t hurt; I wasn’t sure whether that was a side effect of some venom that the monsters excreted, or simply shock.

One of the office workers, a woman in her late twenties, wearing a sunshine yellow blouse and black slacks pushed forward.

I started to feel dizzy, slumping against the wall. Definitely venom. My thoughts were hazy as the woman helped me to a sitting position.

“They must of followed me here.” Her voice sounded shaky and urgent. “Here.” She pulled my arm towards her. “This isn’t good,” she murmured. She proceeded to spread a goopy purple substance over the wound, before wrapping it in a silvery bandage. When she was done, she looked at me, and I noticed that her eyes were a brilliant, almost impossible shade of emerald green, the same color as an exit sign. The green ones, not the red ones, because her eyes were green, not red.

“How do you feel? I think you’ll be okay.”

“You think?” I managed. “What were those things? Who are you?”

She faltered. “It’s complicated. You go first. Tell me about you.”

“I’m Helena Keenan. I’m 27, I was born in Denver, Colorado. I moved here after college. Now you explain.”

She sighed. “Where to start…I guess I’ll just jump right in. I’m Alexa. I’m from the year 2150. I stole a time machine and went back to medieval Europe. I found those...things. I tried to figure out what they were, but they attacked me. I came to this time period hoping to escape them. What I don’t get is why your knife killed them. None of my weapons worked.”

“I don’t know either. I got it for ten dollars at harbor freight. I don’t think it’s special.”

“Can I see it?”

“Sure.” I handed it over.

She pulled an advanced looking smart phone out of her pocket and used it to scan the knife.

“Why are you here, working at an insurance company?”

“I got here a few months ago. I didn’t see the creatures anywhere, so I assumed I was safe. I got a job here to help blend in, in case somebody came looking for me. It turns out insurance is pretty easy once you’ve figured out how to build a time machine.”

“Who would be looking for you?”

“I worked for this company that was developing a time machine. They were planning to use it for evil. I snuck in one night and wiped the database, and stole the prototype, and went back to the dark ages. They might have put some sort of tracking device in it, so if they develop another time machine, they could come after me.”

“Oh.”

Her scanner beeped and displayed something. “Here. It says the blade has trace amounts of silicone and acrylate polymer, as well as pieces of plastic film. What’s that from?”

“Probably packing tape. I moved last week and was cutting open boxes.”

She nodded thoughtfully. “Since the creatures were from medieval Europe, it’s entirely possible that their systems weren’t used to the—” She made air quotes with her fingers “—‘modern’ material.”

The office workers around us started to come out of their daze.

“They’ll ask too many questions. We should get out of here.”

I nodded. She helped me to my feet, then pressed the call button on the elevator. After a frustratingly long wait (it had gone back to ground level already?), the doors opened. We stepped inside.

Alexa looked at me. “So, how did you run into those things?”

“I was walking home from work when I saw them. I wondered what they were, and I tried to follow them. They led me here. They got in the elevator, so I took the stairs, hoping to give the people on the office floors some warning. They must have tracked you.”

“That’s not good. If they could find me, that means the government definitely can. We need to destroy the time machine.”

“Where is it?”

The elevator doors slid open, revealing a boring lobby.

“Here.” Alexa opened the door to a supply closet and reached up to get something off the top shelf. “I present to you…my time machine!” She held it up in triumph. It was a simple round disc, about an inch thick, and as big as a dinner plate. It was bright silver, with a black screen displaying today’s date.

The guy at the front desk gave us a strange look, wondering what we were up to.

“We should go.”

We stood on the sidewalk, watching the cars go by.

“How are you going to destroy it?”

“I’m still figuring that out. We made it near indestructible, not wanting to get stranded at a certain point in time.”

“Everything has a weakness. We just need to find it. You thought those zombie things couldn’t be killed. But…” I spread my hands in demonstration.

“Okay.”

“Its metal. If we got it hot enough, it might melt.”

“You’re pretty smart.”

I blushed a little at the compliment. “What kind of metal is it? How much heat would we need?”

“It’s titanium. It should melt at 1,700℃.”

“They don’t teach us the metric system here.”

“They should. It’s around…let’s see…3,100℉.”

“I have a pretty hefty blow torch at home. It might work.”

“We can try it. Where do you live?”

“Two blocks South.”

“Let’s go.”

“Here we are.” I displayed my blow torch. “Let’s give this a shot.”

“We should put it on something. I don’t want to ruin your countertop.”

I pulled a ceramic plate from the cupboard. “Will this melt?”

“The glaze might. Let’s hope not.” She placed the disc of metal on the plate.

“Okay then. Here goes nothing.” I set the blow torch to high and watched with bated breath as the metal began to soften. It was actually working! The time machine popped and hissed as the circuitry started to fry.

“I think it’s dead enough.” Alexa declared.

“Alright.” I turned the blowtorch off and set it to the side. I examined the plate, which had fused to the titanium. I slid it towards her. “There you go. One order of melted time machine.”

“Thanks. I guess I’m stuck here now.” She fished around in her satchel and produced a business card. “Call me if you run into anything else weird.”

“I will,” I promised.

“I should go. Can I take this?” She gestured to the melted lump of metal. “I want to study what’s left of it, see if I can find anything interesting.”

“It’s your time machine.”

She nodded and gingerly placed the object into her satchel. “Goodbye.”

“Bye!”

She left my apartment, giving me time to think over the odd events of the day. They seemed like they belonged in some sort of sci-fi novel. That gave me an idea. I had been trying to establish myself as a writer for years. These events seemed like a godsend, a perfect starting point. With this in mind, I sat down at my desk and began to write.

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Are you the Celeste people ship Demi with?

Yes. This is like my writing sideblog. My main is @justadamfangirl22

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Prompt List

I compiled some prompt lists I found to form a list of 76 kiss prompts. Send in a number and a character and one of us shall write a one shot based on it. 

“Good morning” kiss

Kiss on the forehead 

Drunk/sloppy kiss

Awkward kiss 

Angry kiss 

“I’m sorry” kiss 

“I’ve missed you” kiss 

Seductive kiss

“War’s End” kiss 

“Goodbye” kiss

“I almost lost you” kiss

Kiss on the nose 

Kiss on the ear

Kiss on the neck

Kiss on the back 

New Year’s kiss

Needing to kiss to hide from bad guys

“I do” kiss 

Shy kiss 

Surprised kiss 

Kiss on a dare 

Sad kiss 

Exhausted parents kiss 

Kiss of life 

Kiss inspired by a song

Jealous kiss

Giggly kiss

First kiss 

Last kiss 

Kiss under a full moon

Kiss at dusk 

Kiss at dawn

Kiss in a dream 

Returned from the dead kiss 

Themed kisses

“We can never be together” kiss 

It’s-the-end-of-the-world kiss

Awkward teenage crush kiss

Spin the bottle kiss

Hiding/hoping not to be caught kiss

Forbidden kiss

Sated kiss

Soft kiss

Tender kiss

Passionate kiss

Long kiss

Quick kiss

Morning kiss

Before Bed kiss

In Secret kiss

Public kiss

Accidentally Witnessed kiss

Against a wall kiss

Against a Locker kiss

True Love kiss

Caught off-guard kiss

Breaking The Kiss To Say Something, Staying So Close That You’re Murmuring Into Each Other’s Mouths

Moving Around While Kissing, Stumbling Over Things, Pushing Each Other Back Against The Wall/Onto The Bed

Kissing So Desperately That Their Whole Body Curves Into The Other Person’s 

Throwing Their Arms Around The Other Person, Holding Them Close While They Kiss

Hands On The Other Person’s Back, Fingertips Pressing Under Their Top, Drawing Gentle Circles Against That Small Strip Of Bare Skin That Make Them Break The Kiss With A Gasp

Lazy Morning Kisses Before They’ve Even Opened Their Eyes, Still Mumbling Half-Incoherently, Not Wanting To Wake Up

Routine Kisses Where The Other Person Presents Their Cheek/Forehead For The Hello/Goodbye Kiss Without Even Looking Up From What They’re Doing

Being Unable To Open Their Eyes For A Few Moments Afterward 

One Small Kiss, Pulling Away For An Instant, Then Devouring Each Other 

Staring At The Other’s Lips, Trying Not To Kiss Them, Before Giving In

When One Stops The Kiss To Whisper “I’m Sorry, Are You Sure You-” And They Answer By Kissing Them More

A Hoarse Whisper “Kiss Me”

Following The Kiss With A Series Of Kisses Down The Neck

Starting With A Kiss Meant To Be Gentle, Ending Up In Passion

A Gentle “I Love You” Whispered After A Soft Kiss, Followed Immediately By A Stronger Kiss

When One Person’s Face Is Scrunched Up, And The Other One Kisses Their Lips/Nose/Forehead 

Height Difference Kisses Where One Person Has To Bend Do Wn And The Other Is On Their Tippy Toes 

Kisses Where One Person Is Sitting In The Other’s Lap 

Kisses Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently Doing 

Top Of Head Kisses

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Chapter 2 of Ghost King

Bring Her Back“

Have either of you seen Bianca?”

Silena’s expression turned to pity. “She left a few weeks ago. She chose rebirth.”

“Oh.” Nico felt the world start to collapse in on him. It was like he’d lost her all over again.

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Chapter 1 of Ghost King

Welcome to the Underworld

“I guess I’ll get right to it. What do you know about Roman mythology?”

“Isn’t it just the same as the Greek stuff?”

“With a few exceptions, yes. What if I told you that Roman gods are real?”

“Of course. Another set of assholes in the sky. Why not?”