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Temples are built for gods. Knowing this a farmer builds a small temple to see what kind of god turns up.

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It’s this time of the year again!

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Sounds about right

Your Tumblr username decides your profession. How is your first day at work?

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“The Most Popular Girls in School” is BACK and it’s STILL FUCKING GREAT.

Warning: This video contains probably every swear word in the English Language.

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Sick Jealous Logan

" If you mention him one more time I may impale myself with this spoon" Did he just say that? Logan looked at the spoon in his hand. He didn't think about what he said before he said it.

" Who, Patton?" His nerves lit up on fire but he sighed, Logan felt the burn in his chest from the way Virgil simply said his name, like he was being reverent of Patton like he was the savior.

" Yes, does he have to be the main component in all of our conversations?" Logan held the phone closer to his ear. Hoping maybe Virgil would get it.

" I'm slipping Virgil, we have hardly talked in weeks and it is all about how great Patton is. I can't even talk to you. Listen please. "

"I miss conversations being you and I, I want to catch up." Logan said instead, he didn't want to hurt Virgil, meant to much.

" Your his friend too, Lo. I only meant the only thing I'd meant was if I'd never left Pat. I wouldn't have been with Janus. So it's the only thing I'd change about high school."

" Please I can't do this anymore I need you. You're my best friend help me please. HELP-"

" I understand, I'm sorry for overreacting. How long do you have?"

" I have to go in in a minute. So, why the sudden call Lo? It's three am?"

" I need your help!"

" I simply missed your conversation, i wanted to touch base." Logan felt pain bursting behind his eyes and he didn't know if it was the tears or exhaustion. He couldn't keep doing this. He put his spoon down and pulled his knees to his chest. Coughing into his knees as quietly as possible. There was a blanket wrapped around his thin shoulders.

"Okay, cool I guess, but i have to get back before breakfast rush."

" I love you! Wait!"

" I'm sorry to have interrupted, I'll speak to you later." Logan whispered looking at the bundle of petals and blood bundled in the blankets between his knees.

" Later Lo, maybe we can hang out soon. It's been months." His tone felt so cold, gripping his throat in the icy fingers of death.

" Don't go."

"Sounds satisfactory. "

"Don't go!"

"Cool, next time Lo." Before Logan could stretch the conversation any further the phone went dead in his ear.

Logan cried into his knees thinking of all the years he loved Virgil, how they'd grown up together. And how they didn't date to not ruin something great.

Virgil giving him a pedicure while he read.

Logan making late night picnics when his friend couldn't sleep. Only for them to both fall asleep under the stars curled up together.

"You have to let go Logan... It's killing you" His roommate muttered wrapping the blanket closure around Logan's shoulders before running a hand through his hair.

"Then it will, Ro." Logan whispered into his knees coughing more Violets into his knees.

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Dare I do the thing ?

Whumptober 2020 - Updated

Welcome to Whumptober 2020! We’re doing things a little differently this year so please make sure to read the Event Info carefully. We are also excited to announce the addition of an AO3 Collection, which can be found here.

We hope you’re as excited as us to watch the Whump Community come together once again for a month of bone-crunching creativity and collaboration!

(All 31 Themes + Prompts, Event Information, and FAQs are posted below the cut!)

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In Which Patton Tries to Rouse a Sleeping Bear.

(( When I say, there needs to be a break in the angst train some times. Get ready for some cute shit.

- Pandora

It had been three hours, Patton had been trying to get Virgil out of bed for class for three hours. It wasn't like Patton was trying to be mean Virgil wanted to get up earlier to study for an exam. Poor kiddo must be exhausted.

Attempt number 36 and counting Virgil finally had his eyes open. Patton looked at him with a gentle smile. " Hey storm cloud I'm gonna get you some coffee stay awake."

Patton whispered before jogging to the kitchen,Logan had made a pot a half an hour ago to wake up himself. Hopefully it was still hot.

Virgil looked around his room, vision blurry, it was way to bright for his liking. He dragged his pillow over his head. He didn't need to study anymore, not when it was this warm and comfortable.

Certainly not when he'd only fallen asleep three hours ago. Virgil relaxed into his cover abit, Then he felt the warm of hot ceramic in his hand. " Hey kiddo, come on now, it's time to wake up. The sky is awake and you should be too." Patton reminded, there was a very faint firmness to his muffled voice.

Virgil felt the pillow be tugged away and he pulled the coffee to his face. Man it felt cozy. He blinked once trying to get everything in focus. It wasn't happening.

Patton smiled as Virgil blinked taking it as a good sign. " Good job Starlight, I'll give you a few minutes to wake up. First cup rule and all. "

Virgil groaned, he didn't want to get up. And he didn't want to spill the coffee. If he didn't move his face it would be okay. He'll get up in a minute and drink his coffee and start his day like he swore to do.

That was the plan, all he had to do was get up. Get Up. Move his body out of the warmth and comfort of his bed into the harsh reality of his coming day.

The added warmth of the cup meant nothing it was there to warm him up once he sat up. Once he sat up.

Which he never did.

10 minutes later he was jarred from his sleep by a shrill, " Virgil!" The anxious man flew up in a haze. What happened? Who died?

" I'm up! I'm up! Is everything okay? " Virge asked wondering why the side of his head was soaked. Had he drooled? Man that must have been a good sleep.

" Where is your coffee?"

" What coffee?" There was some glancing around. Before seeing it, the coffee cup wedged between the wall and the pillow where his head had been. With a sigh he picked up the cup.

" ...I thought I had finally gotten you up.." The father hung his head pinching the bridge of his nose beneath his glasses.

"Its cool, one minute, more?" Virge said drowsily as he climbed out of bed. Offering the cup to his friend who laughed softly before going to bring a fresh cup.

Virgil started cleaning the small spill up wondering, how long did he cuddle the cup?

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You Belong With Me - Chapter 19

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Description: Much to his surprise, after being released from prison for a crime he didn’t commit, Logan has been appointed as a the prince’s new advisor.  

Word Count: 4286

Chapter Warnings: Effects of being drugged, Derealization, Angst, Blood, Minor Injury (Let me know if there’s anything else I need to add!)  

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    A throbbing ache in his head pulled Logan reluctantly back to awareness. He nearly bit his tongue resisting the urge to gag as the dark abyss shifted unpredictably around him. He started to open his eyes but wave of pain and nausea crashed over him as bright light flooded his eyes. He retched, bile rising in his throat from his empty stomach. Nearly choking on his own tongue, he sucked in a breath, forcing his muscles to relax as he tried to slow the spinning in his head.

    Slowly, feeling came back to his body and he absent-mindedly clasped his hand closed, surprised as his fingers brushed soft fabric. He exhaled slowly. At the very least, he was no longer on the ground. That was far more compassion than he expected Remus to afford him. His skin crawled at the thought of what this small comfort would cost him, but he knew he should appreciate the unexpected moment of peace. He bit his lip. With Remus nearby, this surely would not last long once they realized he had awakened.

    Logan flinched as the sound of distant voices cut through his hazy thoughts. He squirmed, trying to pull regain full use of his senses through the fog in his brain. He considered calling out, but memories of the consequences came rushing back to the front of his mind. Immediately, he slammed his mouth shut, stifling his panicked breathing to avoid drawing his captors’ attention. Instead, he forced himself to stop moving, trying to force the world to stop spinning while he listened intently to the muted voices.

    Despite his desperation, he couldn’t make out the words nor could he recognize the voices, but the slight distortion of the sounds made him suspect the were coming in from another room. Relaxing slightly, he intentionally slowed his breathing, working up the energy to move.  He moved his hands to push himself up and immediately paused in confusion. His hands were unbound. Reaching his hand clumsily to his face, it finally settled in that the blindfold and gag were gone. If he was going to escape, he had to move now. Another opportunity like this was unlikely to fall into his hands again.

    Too bad it seemed impossible for him to even open his eyes. He gasped, feeling the dried blood on his face pull at his skin on his face.

      Get far enough away to hide.

    Trying to control his heavy breathing, he pushed his chest off the bed. His arms shook from the effort, but he forced himself to stay upright as he started to drag himself forward, feeling carefully for an edge. He tried again to crack his eyes open, hissing in pain as the light burned his eyes.

     Keep moving.

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Janus sees all the angst. It's like a really sad hotpot. All the potential to be good, but when you dig in it's cold.

If There's No Laughter

(( Well more angst for the soul. On where Logan tries to change his image to be less of a joke and it backfires horribly.

Tw: repression, conflict, self loathing

There is a saying that if there is no laughter there is only tears. Something Logan only heard in passing. He had resented the phrase at first. Logan wasn't laughing, how could he laugh when he was the joke. But he wasn't crying about it. That was for sure.

If Logan cried he would only be seen as weak, an even bigger joke. A disgrace to his namesake. Logic. He is logic, rational cool, calculating.

And he was crying over the sink in his bathroom. His disgust at himself only making his body quake more. Logan hated this, he hated he couldn't keep himself in control. Then he remembered, laughter. If he could make himself laugh at the times he hurt the most maybe he could rebuild his image.

The teacher who wasn't disheartened by his students selecting ignorance, but amused by their naive behavior. A soft laugh instead of a disillusioned sigh. Being available instead of hiding away. Besides Thomas was an actor, Logan was a part of Thomas. How hard could it be.

Logan had been doing so much better lately. He was laughing more, and joining in on group activities way more. Well way more than he used to. Patton was so proud, his friend digging his heels in and just not giving up. Even though Roman absolutely detested Logan's new behavior. ' It is Patronizing Padre'

Patton had tried really hard to get Roman, to ease up. That Logan was finally letting himself be himself again and that he was not to ruin it. Even when Roman said harsh words to Logan about his behavior, Logan would only laugh a little harder. Only to politely tell Roman that it was amusing that Roman was always so fickle.

Janus had to stay away from Logan. It was too hard. Every laugh echoed as a cry in his ears that No one else was hearing. The harder Logan laughed the harsher the sobs rung in his ears.

Janus was almost glad he didn't stay in the light side commons, it would have been too much. He confided only in Remus he was the only one who'd listen. After all Patton wouldn't hear it since Logan was doing so well.

Remus watched Logan closely, all the harsh words his twin spewed, how Virgil joined in feeling patronized, how Thomas seemed offended by the tone Logan was taking. How Logan spoke lightheartedly. Even when they all started to hate him.

Knowing Logan was trying not to cry was the hardest part. His laughter was growing less light and more exaggerated. Like he was about to fall into a fit of giggles at any inane suggestions.

Knowing it was cries, and sobs that were begging to be heard.

It came to a head while filming, it was something they hadn't done in a while because of 'creative differences'.

The topic being Thomas pretending to approve of a video Joan was making even though Thomas felt Joan would receive backlash with how much attention people were paying to the content they consumed.

Logan was laughing at something Roman had said about supporting his friends. No matter what. "So you'd support Joan even if it went against every fiber of your existence?"

"Yes I would, what of it? What do you know of support teach?" Another laugh, and Roman lost it, "What is so funny slogan, can't fathom what support is?"

Logan had been acting for so long,staying strong for so long. He just stopped. His entire mainframe froze. He didn't know what support was. These people don't support anything about him.

They HATE him.

" Well I go against you, do you support me, Princey?" Logan shot back at Roman in frustration. Thomas shouldn't support something he knew would cause his friend harm. It was not right to lie to Jo-

" No I don't support you." It proved the point Logan was trying to make. However it hurt something way deeper than Logan was able to handle. His laughter was jarring in that moment, unsettling.

It was hysterical, and booming, the five others in the room just stared and Janus tried not to hold his ears. Roman looked so offended. " Is it a joke then?! Knowing you are so intolerable I couldn't give up the opportunity to say it?"

The sob that followed silenced everyone even though there was a moment of relief for Janus. The logical figure's shoulders slumped quaking like a 5.0 earthquake. As months or repression came forward.

Patton looked realizing how wrong he was. How could Logan hide so long? Janus was right and he had never been so wrong.

" Logan I-" the logical side sank out in a haste, ignoring Patton's words. Logan hadn't prepared for hatred. Now he would.

" I tried to tell you, morality. " Janus said softly before sinking out maybe he should talk to Logan, not the light sides.

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Having this level of anxiety and trying to be a functioning adult is damn near impossible without help. Please get help for your anxiety so you can manage life a bit better

Let me tell you why anxiety IS NOT cute..

I have social anxiety and it literally ruins my life..

I can't call someone without my heart dropping to my stomach.

I can't order my OWN food without feeling like I'm about to puke

I can't walk across a room without wanting to cry bc I feel like people are staring at me and judging me

I can't sit in my car with the doors unlocked or the windows down because I am terrified someone might talk to me

Anxiety isn't cute, it ruins lives. So when you come at me telling me its cute how shy I am, or that its adorable ; I want to punch you in the face bc its ruined my life and I don't want to be this way.

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Coming into a fandom late

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I HATE how tumblr brings up your old tags as you’re typing a new tag because I really don’t!! Want to remember!!! Some of the things I’ve said on this godforsaken site!!!!

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I'm fucking screaming

oOOops my hand slipped and i drew an angsty logan oh noooo–

big brain boy sad :( someone give him a hug

i tried emulating doki-doki’s style and i really like how it turned out! he soft

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You Belong With Me - Chapter 17

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Description: Much to his surprise, after being released from prison for a crime he didn’t commit, Logan has been appointed as a the prince’s new advisor.  

Word Count: 5962

Chapter Warnings: Anger, Anxiety, Implied non-sexual nudity (Let me know if there’s anything else I need to add!)

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    Roman kneeled on the floor, absentmindedly stroking Patton’s hair. Anxiety brimmed in his chest as he stared off into the dark space of the room around him. Virgil had been gone over an hour at this point and pessimism was eating away at his hope. With Patton still unconscious and his other two friends still unaccounted for, his hope that this night would end well was dwindling rapidly by the minute.

    “You seem nervous, Prince Roman.”

    Roman turned his head to see Emile had entered the room and was stoking the fire behind him.  Various packages of open herbs rested at base of the fireplace as he worked. Roman paused, casting glances between him and Patton.

    “Please, just Roman is fine.”

    “I would prefer to use your proper title, if you will allow me to do so.”  

    Roman closed his eyes and his jaw clenched as emotions threatened to overwhelm him. Though Emile’s voice was cordial, Roman sensed tension in his voice as he insisted on keeping Roman at a distance. He knew he shouldn’t take Emile’s veiled hatred to heart, but his emotions were running to high already for him to simply brush it off like he normally would. He turned to watch Emile for a moment as he stirred the fire back to life, before taking a breath and turning back to face Patton. “I am in your home. I hardly think I have the authority to tell you what to do.”

    “We both know that isn’t true.”

    Roman continued to run his hand the through Patton’s hair. “You must have a rather low opinion of me to think I would intrude on home and start ordering you around when you’ve been so gracious as to help me.”

    “You have the right to do so.” Emile wasn’t bothering to conceal his bitterness any longer, and Roman couldn’t help flinching at the man’s curt tone of voice.

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You Belong With Me - Chapter 17

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Description: Much to his surprise, after being released from prison for a crime he didn’t commit, Logan has been appointed as a the prince’s new advisor.  

Word Count: 5962

Chapter Warnings: Anger, Anxiety, Implied non-sexual nudity (Let me know if there’s anything else I need to add!)

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    Roman kneeled on the floor, absentmindedly stroking Patton’s hair. Anxiety brimmed in his chest as he stared off into the dark space of the room around him. Virgil had been gone over an hour at this point and pessimism was eating away at his hope. With Patton still unconscious and his other two friends still unaccounted for, his hope that this night would end well was dwindling rapidly by the minute.

    “You seem nervous, Prince Roman.”

    Roman turned his head to see Emile had entered the room and was stoking the fire behind him.  Various packages of open herbs rested at base of the fireplace as he worked. Roman paused, casting glances between him and Patton.

    “Please, just Roman is fine.”

    “I would prefer to use your proper title, if you will allow me to do so.”  

    Roman closed his eyes and his jaw clenched as emotions threatened to overwhelm him. Though Emile’s voice was cordial, Roman sensed tension in his voice as he insisted on keeping Roman at a distance. He knew he shouldn’t take Emile’s veiled hatred to heart, but his emotions were running to high already for him to simply brush it off like he normally would. He turned to watch Emile for a moment as he stirred the fire back to life, before taking a breath and turning back to face Patton. “I am in your home. I hardly think I have the authority to tell you what to do.”

    “We both know that isn’t true.”

    Roman continued to run his hand the through Patton’s hair. “You must have a rather low opinion of me to think I would intrude on home and start ordering you around when you’ve been so gracious as to help me.”

    “You have the right to do so.” Emile wasn’t bothering to conceal his bitterness any longer, and Roman couldn’t help flinching at the man’s curt tone of voice.

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