#lolo serious art

[lolobizarreadventuresshatpost]

Joseph Joestar’s tribute to his favourite movie, Goncharov (1973) dir. Martin Scorsese

lettering by https://beelzeebub.tumblr.com/

#goncharov is so good guys #it had to be done #jjba #goncharov #goncharov fanart #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #jojo fanart #puts the sh1t in sh1tpost #jojo meme #Joseph Joestar #Stardust Crusaders #joseph #lolo original art #lolo serious art #unreality #part 3

[pandoraslxna]

Stepbro!Lo‘ak x female omatikaya reader

⋆｡° ✮ Minors dni 🔞

⋆｡° ✮ Masterlist

⋆｡° ✮ Warnings: dirty talk, stepcest, mentions of masturbating, in public, mentions of oral, cum eating, voyeurism (?), Lo‘ak being a flustered mess, perv!Lo‘ak

⋆｡° ✮ Adult Lo‘ak art by the amazing @Cinetrix 🩵

"You know what I like?"

Your voice is calm and quiet, words whispered into Lo‘aks ear as you lean against his side and his gaze flicks up and around the gathering. Everyone seems to be busy, his mother and father deep in a conversation with some of the clans eldest. He swallows nervously, his voice just as quiet as yours.

"What?"

He takes a handful of berries and pushes them past his lips, trying just a little too hard to appear unfazed by the fact that a little skin to skin contact with his what dad called step sister sent his heart racing.

"That wet slippery noise when you jerk off and think I'm sleeping."

Lo‘ak almost chokes on his food, sending him into a coughing fit that draws the attention of Neteyam and Spider to them that sit just a few feet away. Worried eyes fall on him before he gets himself under control again.

"What!?"

"I said, that wet–"

"I heard you! Great mother, I- I just I- What!?"

You giggle and lean even more into his side, an innocent gesture that catches Jake’s attention from across the fire. His father smiles, glad to see that his son treats the new addition of the family with such kindness. If only he knew…

"I have to admit, it gets me pretty hot", you tell him, batting your pretty long lashes as you look up at him and Lo‘ak isn’t sure if this is actually happening right now. He’s not sure he can actually hear you or if he’s hallucinating. You don’t seem very fazed by his stunned expression and the sheer horror on his face as you keep going, unbothered by the fact that if Neteyam or Spider or literally anyone around them decided to pay closer attention to them, they would hear what you were saying.

"I figured you'd be the type to be more sneaky about it, you know. But jerking off like that when I'm laying just two and a half feet away, Lolo? That's brave, even for you."

Lo‘ak swallowed. His throat made an odd noise of it‘s own when he tried to talk, so he cleared his throat, his hands clenching and unclenching and fuck, there was sweat beading on his temples and—

"It's not like I really mind or anything", you went on and great— great mother your hand is on his knee and he almost jumps out of his skin when it moves just an inch further up his thigh. "I get antsy myself if I don't scratch that itch at least once a day."

"Once a day?" Lo’ak bursts out before he can even think about it. "Daily's a bit excessive, don't you think?"

"You tell me. I haven't slept straight through the night for ten moons now."

That makes him blush now. So you’ve heard him all this time?

"Why are you even telling me that all now?"

You shrug. "I don’t know. I guess maybe I just wanted my new big brother to tell me all about it."

"All about what? I– I don't even know what we're talking about anymore!"

Another giggle. This time, the sound of it sends a full on body shiver through him. "I want to know what makes you go off so quick all the time."

Face heating up in flustered embarrassment, Lo‘ak frowned at you.

"Are you serious?"

"Hmh. C'mon, Lolo. Tell me what you’ve been fantasizing about."

He opened his mouth. Closed it. Scrubbed a hand over the back of his neck. "I- I don't-"

"You're noisy too, you know", you added with a smug little grin. "Aside from all the panting and moaning, I mean." A weighty pause. "Sometimes it actually sounds like you’re beating it. So wet and rough. You want it that hard? Me, I like it varied. Keep me guessing."

"Eywa, okay, okay. Fine", Lo‘ak cut you off before you could go on with your rambling. Not that his dick could get any harder under his loincloth by now. He shifted on his seat, nervously glancing down at you and then back to the people around them before a mumbled quietly, "Your mouth."

A long pause and then, "That's it? Hm. I mean, I get it, it's a good mouth and all, but that's all you got? My mouth." This time it’s less of a giggle and more of a laugh and one of your hands comes up to cover your mouth from being too loud.

"Lips, specifically?" Lo’ak ventured.

"You suck at this."

"What am I supposed to say? I- I don't actually think about things while I'm at it, they just... pop up!" He tried to reason, yet you seemingly enjoyed the way he panicked and scrambled to find a better choice of words. "Don't blame me for fixating on your blowjob lips!"

That made you pause your laughing, your fingertips now tracing the outline of your bottom lip and don’t look, he thinks to himself. Don’t fucking look. "So that’s what you’ve been thinking about, huh?"

"Oh, great mother", he cursed himself, squeezing his eyes shut as if that would’ve helped him disappear.

"You imagine them all fucked red and wet, hm?" Your voice had suddenly grown more sultry and the realization made his cock pulsate underneath his restraining coverings.

"Something like that", he murmured. There was a dangerous pause, before he added, "Now I’ll probably think about what else you might let me get away with. Besides listening to me jerking off at night, I mean."

A smile tugged at your lips at this. "Like?"

"Small stuff. Like... like if you'd just lay down and let me jerk off on you."

"Hmm, I think so, yes."

Lo’ak closed his eyes again, then tipped his head back. "I meant if that was all I did. Just jerking off while you, kind of, watch me?"

Again, "Yes."

Oh. He wet his lips. "I’ve been thinking about jerking off and … and would you eat it? My cum, I mean. I’ve been imagining watching you lick it off my fingers. Would you–?"

Slightly lower, softer, "Yes."

"If- I mean I know I would like it when you suck me off, I bet you're good at it," and saying this was so much easier with his eyes closed but he had to look at you, see your expression for what came now, "but if you'd let me, if I just held your head still so I could–"

Lo‘ak stopped, swallowed. His cock was so painful hard right now, but he waited for you to pick up where he left off, finish it, but all you gave him was a tiny pleased, "Go on."

"I want to fuck your mouth. I really, really want to."

"How would you want to do that, Lolo?" You tilt you head and it’s just now that he realized how close your hand had wandered up his thigh and he might actually come right in his loincloth if this kept going for another minute, but fucking shit he needed to get this out before he bursts, no matter what your response to it might be.

"Hard. Hard enough to make your voice go rough."

"Yes." It took him a long minute to realise that this wasn't just agreement, it was permission.

"You… you would actually let me do anything I want, wouldn't you?"

Your hand then left his thigh, much to his disappointment and he watched with wide fearful eyes as you got up to stand, his face so flustered red that his skin prickled.

"Only one way to find out", you finally said, before looking around for any possibly unwanted listeners. "Meet me at the waterfall in ten minutes", you said with a wink and Lo‘ak finally exhaled the breath he was holding this entire time.

#romancingpandora2024 #lo‘ak #avatar the way of water #avatar #avatar 2 #atwow #loak #atwow loak #avatar loak #loak smut #loak sully #loak x reader #loak x female reader #loak x female reader smut #loak x reader smut #loak x you #lo’ak x female reader #lo’ak x reader #lo’ak x fem!reader #lo’ak x y/n #lo’ak x you

[opinated-user]

"Can't take cute-looking animus with serious stories seriously! It's suuuper cringe like Sonic!" and she writes a Pokémon fan comic that references abuse, sexual violence, and implies slavery all the damn time.

Absolute clown.

also MO likes Sonic and is probably a lot better informed about the franchise than LO, so it's likely that she also knows that Sonic cartoon did managed to treat serious topics from time to time. i sure hope this is not the start of MO getting shamed out of enjoying Sonic like it happened with Lolo. it's all about the execution. you'd think that LO, someone who countless times has said doesn't care about art style and the art style shouldn't have anything to do with the story when it comes to defending pokemadhouse, would know this already.

#lily orchard

[grimdot]

What about non-corporate pop? Poppy sound is nice but maybe independent artists should make it. I love sounds and sounds that sound happy! It’s okay if you don’t. We can all be different and that’s just a-okay! 🥰🤗💕💕💕

i like pop! there's plenty of artists i listen to that i think qualify as pop. hannah diamond, dorian electra, phoebe bridgers, underscores, brakence, more recently lolo zouaï... except for maybe hannah diamond every one of these artists attempts to bring something fresh to the pop structure & texture, which is how i know there's more interesting music to listen to beyond swift

i mean she's a great place to start bc she can be credited with trying to be elastic, not sticking with any one aesthetic for too long - that's what makes her uninteresting to me. it's that absence of consistency that i look for in artists. these that i mentioned express, on some wavelength, some part of me i somehow cannot, & i have no doubt in my mind there's ppl out there who feel this way about swift, which leads me to wrap this up with

abysmally shit taste exists insofar as i believe it does. i don't initially trust someone's taste in art when the first thing i learn about them is that they're a huge fan of swift's music. the thing about swift lacking a coherent musical aesthetic or quality is that her fans will probably also listen to the artists that inspired her current work at any given time. & those are the artists I'm interested in talking about, bc that usually brings other also p interesting topics up & so on

i may think you have abysmally shit taste in music & bc of that wish to study you & what makes you tick, what kinds of sounds makes your brain go soft.

also friends can hate each other's favorite thing, that can lead to p spicy & magical moments! it's all good! we're on this planet to have fun!

& i have fun bullying ppl who genuinely enjoy taylor swift! I'm not ever terribly serious when i criticize other people's taste in case the last few replies were not clear lol

#i may not want to associate with you much #or have much in common #but having abysmally shit taste is not a thought crime to me #it's a sin! & sinning is so much fun sometimes #i get it #I have abysmally shit taste to someone out there too #i am also sinning in someone else's perception of good taste #& rn I'm being annoying about it online & it feels good! #so you do you anon #keep on keeping on #x

[pesterloglog]

Roxy Lalonde, Jane Crocker

Act 6, page 4571

tipsyGnostalgic [TG] began pestering gutsyGumshoe [GG]

TG: ALART ALART ARLART AL*ERT AL*ART!!!!!

TG: hugely important cornespondence

TG: paging doctor crocker

TG: rolal to docrock

GG: :?

TG: heh heh

TG: paging

TG: bet you would like to get PAGED huh jane

TG: *sweet innuendo

GG: I'm not sure that qualifies as innuendo at all.

TG: wonkwonkwonkwonkwonk

GG: I honestly think you misspell things intentionally more often than not, regardless of blood alcohol content.

GG: You just typed wonk five times in a row!

TG: i have only junst begun to wonk

GG: What is this urgent thing about, anyway?

GG: Is it about your boobytrap?

GG: Because you're too late. It already blew up my whole bedroom, thank you very much.

TG: no no

TG: i mean i still feel shitty about that but its not abiout that

TG: i know you already ran it i been talking to the shades

GG: Yes, me too. Right now in fact, and I'm in a bit of a hurry!

GG: What is this about? What are you even doing?

TG: im in the lab doing a thing with my cat

TG: but that doesnt matter i was doing some thingkin and was still feeling guilty about fuckin up ur computer and all of the sudden im in bff~ath mode here

TG: so i gotta tell you something u need to know before its too late

GG: Before what's too late?

TG: you and jake hookin up stupid!

GG: Oh my god.

TG: this is about turnin all your steamydreamz in to STEAMAY REALTITIES

TG: ***realities lolo

GG: This isn't happening now...

TG: whereins jc + je kiss & hug loads and start turnin out big heaps of wrigglers the old fashioned way<3<3,3,3<338O!!!!

TG: i cant decide whether this mental image porcolating here is hot as shit or cute as fuck......

GG: No! Cease your lascivious porcolating at once!

GG: Roxy, I can see you're set on just wasting more of my time.

GG: I understand if you don't wish to play this game, but please try not to interfere with those of us who do!

TG: no no im fine with playing just shut up

TG: this is serious you need to tell him how u feel VERY SOON

TG: or you might miss your chance

GG: My chance?

GG: What are you talking about?

TG: i found out today taht dirks gonna make a move

GG: A move? You mean, a romantic one?

TG: yes

GG: On you?

TG: omfffgggggg

TG: JANE GET A CLUE

GG: Um.

GG: On me?

TG: no

TG: no my dear sweet janey not on you

TG: ON JAKE!!!

GG: Oh.

GG: Ohhh.

GG: I didn't think...

GG: That...

GG: Hrm.

GG: Are you sure?

TG: p sure ask glasses if u want

GG: Well then.

GG: This is quite a development.

GG: Poor Dirk!

TG: what do you mean

GG: Well, surely when he reveals his feelings, Jake will...

TG: ??

GG: I mean...

GG: He couldn't possibly...

TG: wut

TG: repriprocate?

GG: Yes?

TG: why not

GG: Because Jake is not a homosexual!

TG: mm hm

TG: are u suuuuuure???

GG: Are you saying he is?

TG: nope

GG: Then what are you saying?

TG: im saying that

TG: i dont fuckin know

GG: But...

GG: I thought it reasonable to presume he takes a shining to ladies.

GG: He does speak fondly of certain females from his favorite films, does he not?

TG: true that

TG: but

TG: how much does that really mean here jane

TG: can you be totes sure on account a some dorky moive crushes

GG: Well, now I just don't know. You have me completely bamboozled about this.

GG: What do you think?

TG: all im saying is

TG: my gaydar is like the exanct fuckin poposite of urs

TG: which is to say it is better than completety nonexistant

TG: mine is so sensitive it has been used to sweep the ocean floor for mythical sea monsters

TG: turns out

TG: all of those monsters are SO gay

TG: truth B)

GG: Okay. Then what does your acute seabeast scanner make of Jake, then?

TG: thats what im sayin

TG: i really have no idea

TG: kid is a goggamn egnigma

TG: hes as hard 2 read as fine print

TG: and how i do mean FIIINE ;)

GG: Oh brother.

GG: Then, your guess is as good as mine?

GG: I'm not sure what I'm supposed to conclude from this.

TG: youre supposed to concluce

TG: that you SAID you were going to believe anything i said today remember??

GG: Yes.

GG: But you just said you don't know!!!

TG: exactly

TG: therefore you must believe me when i say

TG: if dirk lets on all his feelins there is at least a CHANCE jake will go like DERP OK DUDE LETS MAKE OUT

TG: and that means poor jane is screwed without ever even throwing her filthy old fedora in the ring

TG: it is a ring i lke ot call TEH ENGLISH SPEEPSTAKES

TG: and if u dont youll regret it

TG: and i mean

TG: OFFICIALLY?

TG: i cant have a horse in the race

TG: wait bad metaphor ebcause of dirk and his fucking horstes n/m

TG: like you are both my friends and im not out to mess him up or anything

TG: but i kinda owe it to you as my friend to let you know whats up

TG: and also to get you to stop being such a WORLD CHAMPIAN TIGHTASS

TG: and let jake know

GG: Oh, not this tightass baloney again.

TG: jane

GG: What?

TG: jaane..

GG: ...

TG: jc your are the tightassiest tightass who ever tightened up an ass

GG: No way!

GG: We settled this, remember?

GG: My prior resolution made it definitive; I was to be regarded as exceedingly permissive in certain respects!

TG: jane i am afraid

TG: that ur bottom

TG: is a stubborn clam

TG: guarding priceless treasure

TG: and a deadly secret

GG: So ridiculous. >:P

TG: im not saying be an idiot and start gushing at him incoherentry

TG: but do SOMETHING

TG: say how u feel

TG: or flirst a bit or ask him out on a date inside the fuckin game or such

TG: goddamn ANYTHING other that a bunch of bullshitty pining and tightassy NOTHING

TG: you have to do what i say u promised

GG: I promised to BELIEVE what you say, not DO it!

TG: those 2 things are

TG: prespicely the same shit

GG: If I agree to say something, will you stop tormenting me about it??

TG: yes

TG: but only

TG: because that will be impossible for me to do

TG: when u + him r snoggin hard in motherfuckin makeout paradise

TG: A K A SEX LAND

GG: Fine.

GG: But let the record show that this resolution has almost nothing whatsoever to do with your use of the phrase "SEX LAND."

GG: Just...

GG: I need to think of what to say, and wait for the right moment. Is that ok???

TG: sure

TG: just dont wait too long

TG: and dont underestimate striders wiles

TG: nor jakes...

TG: lets say

TG: open mindedness???????

GG: Well,

GG: He does often profess his love for adventure, I suppose.

TG: yuuup................

GG: Omg.

GG: I really don't have a moment to spare, do I?

TG: ur finally gettin it

TG: now go

TG: and jane im warning u

TG: if you dont say somethin to him

TG: i am personally entering the game specivically to FUCK UR SHIT UP

TG: *LOLLIES OUTIE*

tipsyGnostalgic [TG] ceased pestering gutsyGumshoe [GG]

#homestuck #roxy lalonde #jane crocker #homestuck act 6 #page 4571 #homestuck act 6 act 2

[jessicacbookblog]

Fiction

Bibliographic Info

Merci Suarez Changes Gears. Written by Meg Medina. Candlewick Press. 2018.

Plot Summary

This coming-of-age novel follows 6th grader Merci Suarez as she navigates changing dynamics with both her friends and family. At school, Merci has to deal with her former Sunshine Buddy, Edna, the popular girl who usually has something mean to say. She also has to deal with the fact that she has to be a student mentor in the Sunshine Buddies program when what she really wants is to try out for the school soccer team.

At home, Merci has to deal with an older brother who is preparing to leave for college, and parents and an aunt who constantly make her babysit her younger twin cousins. Worst of all, she has to deal with the fact that her beloved grandfather, Lolo, isn't acting like himself- he's doing things like getting angry over nothing, calling people by the wrong names, and falling off of his bike.

Best Audience

This novel works really well for readers between 9 and 12 years old because they are around the same age as Merci and are likely to be experiencing some of the same challenges that come with growing up.

Strengths

Entertaining plot that balances typical middle-school drama with more serious topics like memory loss and family finances.

Interesting, well- rounded characters that have realistic relationships with one another. 

Meaningful/ Creative Uses

Use in book lists and/or displays about Alzheimer's Awareness

Awards

2019 Newbery Medal Winner

Read Alikes

The List of Things That Will Not Change. Written by Rebecca Stead. Random House Children's Books. 2020.

When Bea is 8 years old, her parents tell her that they are getting a divorce and that her dad is gay. A few years later, her dad is about to get married and Bea is finally going to get the sister of her dreams. As the wedding approaches, Bea must navigate a several changes including a bedroom in two separate apartments, new family members, and multiple holiday celebrations. 

New Kid. Written and illustrated by Jerry Craft. Harper Collins. 2019

Twelve year-old Jordan Banks really wants to go to an art school so he can focus on his drawings. Instead, Jordan’s parents enroll him in the prestigious Riverdale Academy Day School where he is one of the few students of color. During his first year at his new school, Jordan continues drawing, plays sports, and even makes a few new friends. However, he also has to handle school bullies and casual racism from both students and teachers at his new school.

I Can Make This Promise. Written by Christine Day. Harper Collins. 2019.

When working on a film project, Edie and her friends discover a box in the attic with old photographs of a woman who looks a lot like her and even shares her name. As her friend group drifts apart, Edie tries to find out about the woman in the photographs and her family history without her parents knowing. 

[ganbaria-art]

Hello everyone it is real fankid hours, it's Topaz time!! Again, I am just vibing by posting these fankids on my art blog

Just like I did with the Sunny ref, here are some fun facts about them:

Topaz is Guntz and Leorina's child. While they didn't get to spend as much time with their parents as they would have liked when they were very little, they do have a very good relationship with them. They also have a strong attachment to Klonoa and Lolo, who they see as their uncle and aunt respectively. Meaning that yes, they see Skip and Sunny as their cousins!

also, yes, they and Tat have gotten along extremely well ever since Topaz was born.

Their goggles were passed down to them from Guntz, while their jacket originally belonged to Klonoa!

They received a kazoo for their second birthday, and they have carried it with them everywhere ever since.

Their favorite foods are steak and donuts, and their favorite drink is chocolate milk. Literally, they love chocolate milk a lot.

They’re often very silly and likes to joke around, but they can get serious at times.

Don’t even think of teasing Skip and Sunny, they will actually go after you if you do so.

Can hold grudges for quite a while, possibly for months or years depending on how intense the situation was.

Fakes being sick in bed whenever they're anxious about something.

Does not like wearing anything frilly such as dresses, skirts, or bows. The only exception is a witch costume for Halloween.

Speaking of which, their birthday is on Halloween, and they are indeed enthusiastic about the holiday itself. They usually like to wear a witch costume to celebrate!

#artists on tumblr #digital art #fankids #klonoa #idk what the ship name is for guntz x leorina OOPS #topaz #ria art moment

[max-is-tired]

Misconceptions: A Show

Pairing: Intrulogical

Characters: Remus Sanders, Logan Sanders, Roman Sanders, Patton Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Deceit Sanders.

Words: 3.941

Warnings: sympathetic Deceit & Remus, swearing, some graphic talk bc it’s Remus, screaming in caps

Notes: Finally, I can post this monster of a fic -hey there, @princeyssash, guess who was your secret santa? This fic was honestly so much fun to write, I swear -I loved all of the prompts I had, but this one just called to me,,, I had to,,

Big thanks to @purp-man for betaing this fic for me and listening to my 3am rambles, and shoutout to @afulldeckofaces for helping me flesh out some plot points, like Virgil memeing his way through Roman’s plans. You’re the absolute best <33

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It was a normal day in the mindscape.

Patton was humming happily in the kitchen, shuffling around with a pep in his step as he mixed the batter for some cookies. In the living room, Logan and Virgil were enjoying each other’s company while doing their own thing, may it be reading or half-slouching on the couch while scrolling aimlessly through Tumblr.

Everything was peaceful.

Until it wasn’t.

“YOU DIRTY LITTLE SEWER RAT GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!!”

Everyone jumped at the sudden shout, Virgil going as far as tumbling off the couch with a startled yelp. From upstairs, Remus’ unmistakable laughter bounced on the walls, followed shortly after by the twin himself bolting down the stairs with a maniacal grin on his face.

“Oh god,” Virgil groaned from the floor, pinching the bridge of his nose, “what the fuck did he do now?”

“Language, kiddo,” Patton called, emerging from the kitchen with a confused frown on his face. 

Turns out, they didn’t have to wait long for an answer.

“REMUS!!” Roman screeched, running down the stairs. He looked thoroughly pissed, eyes flashing dangerously as he glared daggers at his brother.

Virgil took one look at him, blinked, and then promptly broke down cackling.

“Stop laughing, Hot Topic!” Roman exclaimed, cheeks flushing red. Not that his blush was very noticeable, due to the various scribbles and crude drawings covering his face. “Look at what he did to my beautiful face!”

“You just don’t understand real art, brother dearest,” Remus snickered, waving the marker in his hand around.

“Oh, I’ll show you real art,” Roman muttered darkly, unsheathing his sword as he stalked down the last steps of the stairs.

At the sight of the unsheathed sword, Virgil’s eyes widened in alarm, his body tensing slightly as it became clear the situation was starting to escalate. Beside him, Logan looked at the two brothers, sighed in resignation and snapped the book in his hands shut.

“That’s quite enough, you two,” he said, staring the two brothers down with a raised eyebrow.

“Specs, he drew penises on my face! Multiple times!!”

“Which you can easily snap off with a wave of your hand,” Logan pointed out, “I do not believe there is any need for all this screaming, or for weapons to be brought into the picture.”

“Logan, you don’t understand, I gotta fight him now! For my honor!!” Roman exclaimed, waving his arms around -and therefore further proving Logan’s point by almost cutting Deceit’s head off as the side rose up to check what the commotion was about.

“Oi, watch it!” Deceit called out, ducking to avoid another accidental swipe of Roman’s sword, “who are you, Zuko?”

“If Roman’s Zuko then Logan is totally Uncle Iroh,” Virgil added, still lying on the floor.

Logan shrugged. “If we are referring to the first season of Avatar: The Last Airbender then yes, I can see the similarities.”

Roman squinted at them, finally lowering his sword. “There is an insult somewhere in that phrase. I don’t know where, but I know there is.”

“It’s because you’re a dumb-head, bro!” Remus cackled, once again calling the attention to himself.

Roman growled, looking more than ready to stalk through the room and tackle his twin to the ground, but Logan anticipated him before the situation could escalate once again.

“Remus, I believe this is quite enough,” he said, turning towards the aforementioned twin.

“Aw, but Logan, I’m just having some fun!”

Logan simply raised an eyebrow, staring him down.

“Ugh, fiiiine!” Remus finally groaned, throwing the marker somewhere behind himself, “that does not mean I’m happy about it though!”

Then, he sank out.

Peace once again established, Logan hummed and leaned back on the couch, going back to reading his book.

Or at least that was the plan.

“What the fuck just happened?” Virgil asked, staring at him in disbelief.

“Virgil, language!!”

“Sorry Padre, but I gotta agree with Cout Woelaf here,” Roman said, sword laying limp in his grip, “that was nothing less but weird.”

“I honestly do not understand where all of this apparent confusion is coming from,” Logan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“You told Remus to stop!” Roman exclaimed, throwing his arms up, “and he listened to you!!”

“Roman, your sword!” Deceit hissed in frustration, having had to duck for the third time to avoid being cut in tiny scaley pieces. “If you don’t put it down this instant I might just try and stab you with it, do not try me.”

Roman grumbled but complied, making the sword disappear with a wave of his hand. Then, he crossed his arms, looking once again towards the logical side. “My point still stands though. Remus never listens to anyone, like, ever.”

“Yeah, I think I have to agree with them here Lo,” Patton said, still standing under the kitchen’s doorway, “that was a little weird.”

“Well, I do not know what to tell you,” Logan countered, “I asked him to stop, he complied and then sank out -it’s as simple as that.”

“If you say so,” Roman said, squinting at him in suspicion.

From the other side of the room, Deceit gave him A Look, appearing to be torn between amusement and concern. Logan subtly raised an eyebrow in response, making sure the others would not notice their silent exchange.

After all, it wasn’t like he could just tell them the truth, could he?

+++

When Logan finally sank up in his room, sometime later, he was not surprised to see a very familiar side sprawled on his bed, head hanging from the side of the mattress as he threw a tiny dagger up and down in the air.

“Lolo!!” Remus grinned, spotting him, “took you a while, I was starting to get bored!”

“I wanted to finish this novel first,” Logan said, putting the book in question back to its place in his large library, “it was rather interesting.”

“You know what would be interesting?” Remus asked, not looking away from the other as he kept playing with his dagger, “to find out what would happen if this dagger hit me in the eye!! Do you think it would reach all the way to my brain?”

“I suppose it would,” Logan hummed, sitting beside the creative side and quickly catching the dagger out of the air when Remus threw it again, “but between proving that hypothesis and spending the rest of the day with my not-injured husband, I think I prefer the second option more.”

“Oh really?” Remus grinned, sitting up -a slim silver chain fell out of his shirt with the movement, the golden ring hanging from it twinkling in the light of the room. “And tell me, how would you like to spend that time, my dear?”

Logan hummed, the light pressure of his own ring hiding under his shirt bringing a smile to his face. “Oh, I’m sure my dear husband will have some ideas of his own to share.”

“Oh, you are wicked,” Remus said, before leaning in to capture Logan’s lips in a kiss.

+++

For a while, it seemed like whatever had happened in the living room had been forgotten -the others were still confused by how easy it was for Logan to make Remus listen to him, but most of them waved it off as Logic easily overpowering Intrusive Thoughts with rationality and all that shit.

(Deceit knew better than that, but that was mostly because lying to him was next to impossible and Logan had been smart enough to let him in on their secret as soon as it had started to become a serious thing, both to help the couple lie to the other sides and to avoid him finding out on his own and potentially jeopardizing their cover.)

Point is, no one had yet discovered the real reason between the apparent chemistry between the two sides. But that didn’t mean they weren’t starting to notice things.

The first one to start suspecting something was, surprisingly enough, Virgil.

He had been sneaking to the kitchen around 3am, planning to grab a quick snack from the pantry and then tip-toe back to his own room, all the while hoping not to alert anyone of his nighttime escapade -he had already been at the receiving end of several stern talks about his fucked-up sleeping schedule and did not want to have to sit through another one, thank you very much.

What he had not been expecting, was to find himself staring at Logan’s back, the logical side looking busy filling two mugs with steaming water.

Virgil froze on his tracks, eyes wide in alarm as he tried to figure out how to sneak back out of the kitchen and up the stairs without being noticed. Unfortunately, Logan seemed to have other ideas and turned around before the anxious side could make up his mind about the next course of action.

“Uh,” Logan said, blinking in surprise, “hello, Virgil. I have to be honest, I was not expecting to meet anyone at this hour of the night.”

“Likewise, I guess,” Virgil shrugged, giving the other a tiny smile, “why are you up at this hour anyway? Weren’t you the one waxing poetry about the importance of a regular sleep schedule?”

“I got sidetracked, I guess. One late night won’t harm me in any way or form, I assure you.”

Virgil snickered. “I’m telling Patton you said that.”

“I don’t think you will,” Logan countered, calm as ever as he put down the kettle and moved to grab the two cups, “because if you do I will tell Patton about you sneaking into the kitchen at 3am with, as it appears, not a single ounce of sleep in your body.”

“... harsh, L. Real harsh.”

“Just stating facts,” Logan said, before walking out of the kitchen.

Virgil stared after him, watching the logical side leisurely cross the living room and walk up the stairs until he could not see him anymore. Then, he shrugged, quickly walking to the pantry and grabbing the snack he had come for.

He straightened up, holding triumphantly a bag of chips, only to freeze up again when a tiny detail finally struck him.

“Wait, why the fuck did he have two mugs?”, he wondered, turning back to glance at the stairs. Then, he turned towards the kitchen counter, noticing a little bag sitting just to the side of where Logan had been standing just a few seconds before.

“Kuding Tea” read the caption on the front of the bag, the inside filled with slim, dark tea nails.

Virgil frowned, rolling the name around in his head. He was sure he had heard it before, but where?

+++

The second one was Roman.

He had been strolling idly around the Imagination, humming a song under his breath as he walked along a path in the woods. Of course, his guard wasn’t completely down, not now that he was so near Remus’ side of the Imagination -while his relationship with his brother had greatly improved in the last year or so, he was still very much aware of the dangerous creatures lurking in his brother’s domain, and Roman had no desire to be caught by surprise by one of them.

Could you imagine the teasing, if Remus ever were to find out?

So yeah, he was still being very attentive to his surroundings -that’s probably half of the reason why he found himself hesitating when what sounded like distant laughter reached his ears.

Roman stilled, focusing on his surroundings. But all he could hear was silence, and after a few more seconds he was about ready to shrug it off to his imagination.

Then, the same, faint sound echoed from somewhere in the forest.

Curious, Roman started following the sound, watching his steps as his hand moved to hover over the handle of his sword -better be safe than sorry, he figured.

It didn’t take long for him to reach his destination, the forest receding just a few feet in front of him to make room for a vast, lush clearing. What he found, however, was something he could have never fathomed.

In the middle of the clearing, sitting on the grass in front of each other, were Remus and Logan, looking way too engrossed in their own conversation to notice the stunned prince staring at them from just behind a tree.

Remus seemed to be showing Logan something, looking completely enraptured by whatever Logan was saying.

The logical side was talking animatedly, waving his hands around with a grin as he occasionally gestured to something sitting between them. And Remus, well, he was staring at Logan with an expression Roman was pretty sure he’d never seen on his twin’s face.

He was looking at Logan like he was the sole holder of every secret of the universe, like he was everything he could see and hear.

He looked absolutely, utterly smitten, and Roman did not know what to do with that information.

+++

For Patton, well, it was more of a gradual realization.

He may not be the smartest in the group, but he was not by any means an idiot. He had noticed right away the potential chemistry between the two sides, the way Logan never seemed to be fazed by Remus’ shenanigans or the way Remus seemed to enjoy poking fun at the logical side.

Initially, he had not been very thrilled about it. But as time went on and they started to get closer to the dark sides, he could see how those two being friends could be highly beneficial for everyone, Remus and Logan included.

And he thought that was all it was -a blossoming friendship!

But the more time passed, the more Patton started to realize how that wasn’t exactly the case.

He didn’t know what initially tipped him off, really. Maybe it was the shared glances when one of them thought the other wasn’t looking, or the smile both of the sides seemed to fight down when in the presence of the other.

Maybe it was the subtle change in Logan’s demeanor, the way he’d grown calmer, happier, metaphorically softer around the edges ever since he and Remus had started growing closer.

Something was starting to bloom between the two sides, and Patton was not so sure it was a simple, innocent friendship anymore.

+++

Things came to a head one fateful Saturday afternoon, with Logan stuck revising schedules with Thomas and Remus doing who-knows-what in the Imagination.

The other sides were all lounging in the living room, all doing their own thing.

Then, Roman spoke up.

“Do you guys think something’s going on between Remus and Logan?”

Virgil, who was very much not expecting to hear something like that in the foreseeable future, jumped up from where he had been sprawled on the couch, headphones hanging limp from his neck as he stared wide-eyed at the creative side.

“Please tell me you’re not implying what I think you are implying.”

Roman shrugged, looking away as he scratched the base of his neck. “I don’t know what to tell you, Panic! At The Everywhere -I’m just asking.”

“If I have to be completely honest, actually,” piped up Patton from his place on the floor, stopping the episode of Parks & Rec they had been using as a background, “I have noticed some strange things too.”

“Right??” Roman exclaimed, “I saw them in the Imagination, last week, and I swear to god at one point Remus’ expression almost rivaled the way Logan usually looks at a jar of Crofters.”

“Whoa there Princey,” Virgil said, “don’t you think you’re exaggerating a little?”

“I know what I saw, J.D-lightful.”

“And I think Logan could be developing some feelings for Remus, even if he probably hasn’t quite realized it yet,” Patton added.

Virgil went to argue, but suddenly a realization struck him.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered in shock, suddenly looking like he was reevaluating everything he’d ever known.

“What?” Roman asked, confused.

“I caught Logan down in the kitchen, the other day,” Virgil explained, “he was brewing two cups of tea -which I found rather strange, really, but it was something like 3am so I didn’t question it too much. But I saw the name of the tea he brewed, and it felt familiar but I didn’t connect the dots until now.”

“Well?” Roman prompted, “We’re on the edge of our seats here, Marilyn Morose.”

“It was Kuding Tea, aka Remus’ favorite,” Virgil revealed. “He made us brew it all the time, and he was the only one able to drink that stuff because it’s one of the most bitter things you could ever try to swallow.”

Patton hummed, looking deep in thought. “Looks like those two might be closer than we thought.”

Roman grinned, something akin to mischief glinting in his eyes. “How about we help them grow just a little bit closer, uh?”

“We can discuss all of that later, Ro, but first there’s another thing we need to talk about,” Patton said, before turning to look at Virgil with a stern look on his face. “Virgil Sanders, what’s this I hear about you being up at 3am again?”

(Engrossed as they were in the new revelations, none of the sides noticed the tiny smirk stretching on Deceit’s face as he watched the scene unfold. He could have tried to stop them from trying to meddle, sure.

But where would be the fun in that?)

 +++

As it turned out, not a single one of the sides’ plans came even close to its goal.

First came Patton’s idea, which was arguably the most subtle. They set up a family dinner, pestering the two sides until they confirmed their presence at the table. Then, very last minute, everyone gave random excuses as to why they couldn’t come. Everyone was sure it would work, even if they didn’t stick around to find out -knowing Remus’s tendency to make things rather… spicy, they didn’t want to find out what would happen after the two finally confessed their feelings.

However, when, the day after, they asked Logan how the dinner had gone, the logical side simply leveled them with a confused stare.

“Since you all weren’t there we just agreed to bring the food back to our rooms and keep doing our work -I still had some possible scripts to read through so it worked just fine for me.”

So, it looked like plan A had been a failure.

Roman, in all of his finesse and “romantic prowess” (his exact words), decided to put his own plan in action -which consisted of not-so-subtly shoving the two sides in the same room and “accidentally” break the doorknob, effectively trapping them inside.

(“Wow, a true Cupido alright.”

 “Oh, shut up, you Emo Nightmare.”)

However, Roman’s incredible, astonishing, foolproof plan (again, his exact words) did not account for one specific aspect, aka Remus’ tendency of not letting puny, material things like doors keep him trapped.

In less than five minutes, the two sides were free once again, easily sidestepping what little remained of the door with Remus still holding his morning star in his hands.

And just like that, plan B joined its predecessor down the metaphorical toilet.

Last came Virgil’s plan, which was quite different from the other two’s -it was succinct, concise, and the farthest thing from subtle you could ever think of.

“Hey L,” he called one day, not even looking up from his phone, “what if you went and kissed Remus?”

Logan slowly looked up from his book. “... I apologize, what?”

Virgil shrugged, smirking. “Don’t worry, I’m just kidding. Unless…?”

Logan blinked at him, looking thoroughly confused. “Virgil, are you unwell? How many hours of rest did you get last night?”

And that’s how plan C joined its sibling down in the metaphorical sewer.

(“Your plan was a meme??”

“At least I didn’t try to cliché them into a relationship, Princey.”) 

Point is, by the end of the week the three sides had still to come up with a tactic that could actually work. So, they planned another brainstorm question in the living room.

Only, they appeared to have greatly miscalculated Remus and Logan’s whereabouts.

“Alright, you guys want to share with the class what the fuck is going on already?”

The three sides jumped in unison, whipping their heads around to stare at the two sides standing at the bottom of the stairs. Remus was leaning on the railing, looking at them expectantly, while Logan was standing just beside him with his arms crossed in front of his chest, one single eyebrow raised in a silent question.

“Uuuuuh…” Patton spoke up, looking at the other two in search of help, “language?”

“Pat, I think my language is the least of our problems now,” Remus retorted, refusing to drop the subject, “so, who wants to start talking first?”

The three sides, who looked like three deers caught in the headlights, seemed to grow more panicked by the second, searching for a possible explanation and coming up empty-handed.

“We found out you guys have a crush on each other and wanted to help you two get together!” Roman finally blurted.

“Roman!” Virgil growled, turning to glare at the creative side.

“I’m sorry!” Roman squeaked, throwing his arms up in frustration.

“You could have been a little more… tactful about it, kiddo,” Patton said, smiling nervously as they all waited with bated breath what the two’s reactions would be.

Logan and Remus blinked, dumbfounded. Then, they turned to look at each other, before Remus decided that the best course of action was, of course, to break down into hysterical giggles, compete with wheezing and tears prickling at the corners of his eyes.

As for Logan, well, he limited himself to chuckling, looking downright amused by the whole situation.

So yeah, not exactly the reactions the others were expecting.

“... what?” Virgil asked, “please tell me I’m not the only confused one right now.”

“Apologies, Virgil,” Logan said, as Remus kept merrily cackling his lungs out on the floor, “we just thought something serious was going on, since you have all been acting strangely during the last week or so. Discovering that the reason behind your strange behavior was that, well, is rather amusing.”

“Wait, is that your way of telling us you actually don’t like Remus?” Roman said.

“Actually, I do like him, in a romantic sense,” Logan chuckled, throwing a fond look at the side wheezing on the ground. “We have been engaged in a romantic relationship for a while now.”

“... I know I probably sound like a broken record but what?”

“He wants to tap this booty, Vee!” Remus cackled, “and I’m 100% down for that!”

“ By the horn of a unicorn, please spare us the details,” Roman muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“So that means you guys are already in a relationship?!” Patton exclaimed, a wide grin on his face as he clapped his hands in obvious delight, “oh my gosh, that’s so cute! I’m so happy for you guys!!”

“I don’t know if I want to be angry because you guys didn’t tell us or because my brother somehow managed to score a boyfriend before me,” Roman grumbled.

Logan and Remus shared a glance at that, mischief twinkling in both of their eyes. Then, once it appeared they were both on the same page, Remus spoke, barely stopping himself from giggling in anticipation.

“Actually we’re married, but go off I guess.”

Silence fell, seconds ticking by as the news started to sink in.

“Now hold on a second you guys aRE WHAT-”

And then, chaos.

#sanders sides #intrulogical #lomus #remus sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #deceit sanders #sympathetic deceit #sympathetic remus #swearing #caps #intrulogical fluff #lomus fluff #ts fanfiction #sanders sides fanfiction #maxiswriting

[fly-sky-high-bug-games]

*breathe hard*I need air, oh this is beautiful! I would like to know more, the Noble AU is like a fire!

*slaps lap in excitement*

OKAY! Have a brief update on what has happened so far~

Yonna was brought in to train with Damascus to become a knight and the mantis really grew found of her but she’s hiding it in the most tsundere way. She doesn’t want to appear motherly but like a harsh mentor. I think Yonna figures she’s lowkey caring but keeps up the act of serious knight in training. So far, she thought her some nail art and way of the mantis fight, Yonna packed a bit of muscle in mean time.

So after Misren’s terrible action and assault over Sylva, everyone is acting like nothing happened even tho Misren is hecking dead and gone and Mugo is missing an eye and Sylva has a bit of trauma still creeping on her. Alyssum ordered the ritual of the binding, which started before the whole situation, to be done as quickly as possible, even if Chiffon who is doing the ritual was still in a bad mood. They got really upset over Misren’s death but no one is sure why, Chiffon has been in a terrible mood since. Still, they finished the third act of the ritual and Sylva now has the bindings of the Dew, magic that draws and stores soul from water.

Amalma has become rather chatty with Yonna and Sylva and they had some fun shenanigans on their topics. Friend and I agreed that it’s cannon that she doesn’t like standing in the open space and it gives her anxiety and panic so I’ll with this probably for both verses! XD Anyway, she’s a fun bush girl now~

Sylva, after the whole ordeal, also speaking with Mugo after losing an eye, as well as finding out that the business involves a lot of dirty jobs like killing and manipulation, BUT ALSO that Alyss was already looking for someone new to for her to marry, kind of peaked and said “let’s get out of here” to Yonna. So, while they devised a plan, Mugo helped summon Ignyad to teach Yonna how to ride a mechanical steed (I should sketch how it looks like, they run on the crystal) and fly with it. She’s an amazing pilot so that’s gonna come in handy later... Meanwhile, Alyssum finally allowed for Sylva to learn how to fly with her own two wings so she’s been having fun flight lessons with Mugo. It helped her realize how much she missed him for the past 10ish years.

Alyssum brings in a family of Monarchs that lead a traveling theatre and introduces their son Cypress to Sylva. He was acting odd and eventually had a private chat with Sylva (with Yonna close by as her guardian of course), telling her he wants to get married to help his friends become the best traveling acting and musicians there are, since they don’t have financial income for it. Sylva buys the story but Yonna does not and later warns Sylva about being too naive and kindhearted and that she should not lose her goal to escape the life of a business tool.

Some time later, Yonna becomes super skilled with steed flight and Sylva learns few spells focusing on healing and temperature shift in water. Then, they decide to escape one evening but not before Sylva privately spoke to Mugo to say goodbye, since it will be impossible for them to come back and visit without HARSH consequences... She never did and he told her not to anyways. OVERALL IT WAS SAD. He gave her a map and said to go hide away in the dead kingdom of Hallownest...

Anyway, the evening falls and Sylva leaves her symbols of the family, the mask and the clothes behind and sneaks out with Yonna to get to the now prepped and travel fit steed. However, Chiffon intercepts them and gets super angry for the fact that Sylva is leaving them after everything for some nobody like Yonna. They were about to go full soul powerup and murder Yonna but Vincent injects them with his tail and knocks Chiffon out by making them fall asleep. The two were shocked and knew he will probably get executed for this because Chiffon saw he did it but he just told the girls to hurry up and leave because Sunny warn Alyssum and the guards... the girls get on the steed and take off, shooting for the upper shaft at the top of the kingdom that leads to the lake by the tree that holds the kingdom.

So... powered by soul and sheer rage, Alyssum goes after the two, flying up to intercept them. She managed for a bit, facing the two from the front, she shoots her petals and strikes Yonna’s chest. Her armor luckily protects her but just enough to save her life. Yonna’s riding manages to throw Alyss off enough for them to shoot up and enter the shaft again. Alyss gives chase and in attempts to protect Yonna, Sylva opens her wings, knowing her mother isn’t allowed to harm her. Sylva gets away with it with only slightly torn wing tips. Through the shaft, Yonna uses her trusty nail and strikes the side of the passage to make it crumble while Sylva absorbs soul from the waterfalls that passed through. She freezes the passage right after the two shoot outside of the shaft, Alyss unable to follow up. The two flew above the moonlit lake and picked up the vast world around them... And then Yonna begun to faint. Sylva had to take control over steed in panic, steering it to the shore towards the small town there and have a rough landing against the shore...

Yonna was very injured and the steed crashed so Sylva wasn’t sure what to do in panic of the moment. Then... Lolo finds them! They were in luck, she saw them after staying at their grandma’s old mansion by the lake. Pim and Trail were with her so they helped take the girls and flying steed inside for the rest. Sylva was able to explain everything and beg Lolo not to tell anyone about their whereabouts. Lolo, the kind soul that she is, understood the situation and promised to keep them in secretly. Trail wasn’t too happy about it, thinking they will bring trouble and that Lolo would have to justify to the Queen. Still, she couldn’t say no to Lolo...

Lolo accepted to help only until Yonna recovers and then they would have to leave. This was acceptable as Sylva was tense and wanted to leave but Yonna had to recover. With doctors help and her spells, she is making progress. Sylva made friends with Lolo and Pim but Trail is keeping distance.

MEANWHILE, and “off screen”, it’s absolute chaos at the White Magnolia residence. Vincent is taken in, to Damas’ shock, as they were close friends and now she is torn about everything that happened... Chiffon is still out cold and Alyssum is absolutely furious. She comes back to put the whole blame on Mugo for bring Yonna there in the first place, as well as starting the whole flight lessons but...

He turns the tables on her. For the first time in 20 years, Mugo screams out his displeasure at Alyssum’s actions and teachings around Sylva. He blames her for keeping so many things a secret from her, from keeping her only focused on teachings that don’t shape her as a person but as a tool, for keeping her caged in within the mansion, for choosing love instead of her... he lists many things the outburst to the point that Alyssum is genially submissive and taken aback. While this was suppose to be his act to cover up his tracks for helping the girls escape, he was able to present the arguments to the point as he was truly angry about them for YEARS. On top of it, he learns that Yonna who was the rider was hurt by Alyss and he adds one more salt to the wound, saying that they probably crashed in the lake and drowned because she took out the rider. With no arguments to lead against angered Mugo, she only retorts for a bit, adding that he better do ALL he can to track, find and bring Sylva back if alive... and he, of course, accepts~ :)

#noble!AU #phew holy crud #I'll read proof this late my eyes are tired #so much draaamaaaa~! #Anonymous

[jenildasjewelquest]

the customary graduation message

everyone probably already knows i love to write but this gets pretty personal so i think it's better posted this way. to have drafted this message in my head during those short moments of reflection between final requirements for OJT, thesis, and graduation, and it's finally here. except that it wasn't accompanied by my face full of makeup and the smug smile that i was already practicing, it didn’t involve watching myself and my batchmates in academic regalia - nope - instead, a smartphone-taken grad photo on our stairway, with myself in the formal wear that i had defended my thesis with; then cheering at the TV as my classmates' names were called. with snarky unemployment and adulting teasings put aside by the existence of my stable freelance work, there were long moments at night in quiet personal reflection. for once, i deserved to celebrate myself and my achievements - cum laude with a GPA 3.425, graduated on time despite serious hesitations and near-giving up, and in the course and school that i never regretted taking - multimedia arts, de la salle-college of saint benilde. it's a celebration that, i realized, i didn't want adulterated by the pretentiousness of celebratory posts on Facebook. the people i wanted to thank are worth more than that, honestly! so yeah, if you've already gotten tired of reading that long paragraph of how happy i felt about my finishing college, i think you should stop. or you know, keep scanning and waiting for your name to pop up when i thank you. good luck.

(in no particular order.)

i'd like to thank the 10th floor lab staff who let me borrow headphones every day in my last terms, granting me 80% more focus as i crammed thesis and org work. i’d like to thank all the staff of the college for always ensuring we felt and were safe in campus. i'd like to thank my color theory prof who told me to keep learning even though i said i wanted to repeat his subject because i was unsatisfied with how i performed in it even though i LOVED his subject. i'd like to thank my thesis adviser, who made our topic and project work through thick and thin, panic and pandemic - who became my inspiration for considering to return and teach in the college.

i'd like to thank the acquaintances, friends, teachers, moderators, production staff and actors, schoolmates, classmates, and org mates who put up with my naivety, frankness, and attempts to be better; a higher gratitude goes to those who saw more than these small parts and still stayed. i'd like to thank those who saw more than a name, a title, and GPA, more than my course, my interests, or dreams.

i'd like to thank my numerous what-ifs for teaching me about love and self-worth, for reminding me what i deserved. i'd like to thank my first ex who introduced me to the student org where i met my real love. i'd like to thank my second ex who helped me in the said org for a time. and i'd like to thank my wub for being the first to warmly welcome me into the after-college freedom.

and in retrospect, i'd like to thank those whose impact on me started even before August 31, 2016: my senior high social studies teacher who shared how he strove "to be of contribution to people", my noli me tangere teacher who broke down what was expected of us youth, and my calculus teacher who persisted in teaching us her subject even though more than half of the pilot class (myself included) could only scrape passing marks. of these, my biggest thank you is to my first mentors in journalism and design, who endorsed me to my full college scholarship. and to the preschool teacher who told me that i "was highly addicted to the mess of the room" for making paper doll dresses in class: hallo, im cum laude now! *winks*

and of course, the greatest thank you to my family for always putting up with all my academic adventures, praying that things would always turn for the best.

Sir Mike, Sir Roy, Ms Melay, Ms Kat; Sir Nuguid, Sir Jan, Sir Xander, Ms Jocas. Ms Fe, Sir Paul, Sir Lord; Sir Vincent, Sir Cao, Ms Portia, Ms Mones, Sir Blaise, Sir Jhino, Sir Jan, Sir Duran, Sir Joby, Ms Iris, Ms Myla, Ms Vanny, Sir Bong. Sir Petilla, Mrs Ferreras, Ms Gargaran, Ms Casauay; Sir Solas, Sir Cloyd. Teacher Joyce. Jerome, Tricia. Jay, Stephen, Clarisse, Janikka, Marj, Sean, Miggy; Terrence, Deejay, Sam, Kai, Ryan. Mij, Angeliz, Path, Jamie B; Jamie C, Chino, Kuya Daniel, Ate Mau, Fish, Bree. Zoe, Thea; Gene, Kyle, Emil, Aldrin, Kevin, Koji, Jason. Jason. Papa, Mama, Lolo, Lola, Dulce, Marielle, Ate Lyca, Francine.

everything in my college life was irreplaceable. no single social media caption or post can ever effectively summarize or celebrate it, but here was my attempt - i had prayed for experiences that would shape me to be the person He wanted me to be, and here i am now.

congratulations, batch 2020 graduates! we made it!!

#grad life #graduation #graduationday #college #benilde #philippines #filipino #multimedia arts #congratulations #congraduations

[lolobizarreadventuresshatpost]

Lolo’s shitty Jojo comics

My comic archive: https://www.tumblr.com/lolosjojoscomics

It’s where I archive my 190-something comics of very varying style and quality. It’ll update whenever I make more. No pressure to even click anything, I just needed to tidy up

#lolo original art #lolo serious art #just some old comics

[jannahthequeen]

BLOGPOST 1

 How would you introduce yourself to the blogging community?

Be creative! (at least 500 words)

Hi I'm Jannah Reign B. Macuring.I'm only child i have talent of singing and dancing and i love arts and music my favorite song is rainbow and may favorite color is blue because its describes sky and clouds i love seeing clouds and the view and make me feel so peace. I have a attitude that I'm moody sometimes and i love to be independent person. I'm a person who have so many dreams and hope to reach out and i have one belief "The patient is the biggest recipe of success in life". I have a dreams ofcourse i want to be a FA to travel the whole world with my family soon and to support my family in financial.I have so many experience in my childwoods memories that we have little house in a warm in our place in Baluncanag Rizal Cagayan we experience No electricity but so peace there and so relaxable place And my family like my grand pa and grandama is like me we love nature and animals. And my lola's and lolo's they really loves me when i was child they always support me when i have a competition in dancing or a pageant or somethings they really so proud of me and I'm reallysoft hearted and You know the feeling like I'm so really happy when ever I'm lose or win they are so proud of me and my both parent is very amazing parent in the world i have thank because they are my parent and I'm blessed because of them.They race me a independent and have confident child and have patient,humble,and sweet.

 Answer the following:

1. Where do I see myself 10 years from now? Is my learning in SPUP

vital to where I’m leading to?

I see my self succesful because of SPUP why?They teach us how to be who you are and what you are and SPUP is a very special place in my lifw they try and give knowledge to be successful human being.

2. Was ABM the best choice after all? Abm is very serious course we have and i choice Abm because This is were i belong with my course and my dreams and Abm teach me how to manage our daily life and balace our time .

3. What course will you take in college and why?

Tourism to see the world and to make my dreams come true.I love travelling since when i was young.

4. What topic would you like to learn more in this subject?

Is to be thank for want we have and be content for the technology that we have and have faith to god to guide us.

5. What the corona virus has taught you about life?

is to have a patients to each person tohave succesful life.and have faith in god and to be strong and independent person to have knowledge.

[sanders-sides-fics]

Home is Where the Heart Is Pt Two

Finally got to the end! This felt like it took forever!!

Thanks to @rubyredsparks and @words-bleed-on-my-tongue  for betaing!! You’re amazing!

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Summary: Thanksgiving break arrives and the boys go home for the week. Virgil faces a week alone with his parents, several hours away from the support of his soulmates. Will he be discovered, or make it through the break without his parents discovering his relationship?

Warnings: Crying, General Anxiety, Fighting, Arguments, Food Mentions, Abuse Mentions, Bad Parenting

Word Count: 4,500

Virgil woke up surrounded by warmth. Confused, he glanced around only to find he wasn’t in his room. The red theme was a dead giveaway. His bedroom at home was plain, with only a few things to claim it as his own. Anything important went to college with him, and even then, it wasn’t much. Virgil’s parents hadn’t allowed him to keep any art supplies at home, so he only did art at school. This room, however, was filled with paintings, drawings, posters, and pictures. It felt lived in, comfortable.

The warm breath on his neck reminded Virgil where he was. He was in bed with his soulmates, Roman practically asleep on top of him and squished into Patton. Virgil shook his head and recalled the night before. He’d returned to campus early and his soulmates came for him. He smiled and snuggled into the shared warmth.

A wave of sadness hit as he remembered the disgust on his parents’ faces at the mention of his soulmates. Soon after that, his father was driving him back to the train station, silent and angry. Virgil considered himself lucky his father drove him anywhere at all.

“You awake?” Roman asked. “’S too early . . .”

Roman shifted and tightened his arm around Virgil. Roman let out a content sigh before he fell back asleep. Virgil smiled at this action, using it to pull himself out of mood he’d begun to fall into. He was okay. He was loved. What his parents said didn’t matter, not when he had people who loved him.

It seemed almost too soon when he heard Logan’s alarm go off. The three slowly woke up around him as Logan fumbled to turn off the alarm. Logan put on his glasses and handed Patton his own.

“Thanks, Lolo!” Patton cheered.

“You’re welcome, dear,” Logan kissed Patton’s cheek.

Roman sat up and stretched out his arms. Around him, the other three got up and began to move on with their day as if nothing was wrong. Virgil didn’t move until Patton opened the bedroom door, following the trio out into the hallway. He shoved his hands into the pocket of his sweatshirt as he trailed behind Roman.

Roman glanced back with a frown, “You okay, Virgil?”

No. Virgil wasn’t. He could hear people downstairs, which meant he’d have to meet Roman’s uncle, Emile. The uncle who loved Roman and raised him alongside his own child. The uncle who would hate Virgil for what he put Roman though.

“I’ll be okay.”

Virgil wasn’t sure if it was a lie. He would do his best to hold himself together until the inevitable rejection from Emile and the subsequent rejections from his soulmates. He couldn’t guarantee a tear-free confrontation but knew it was better not to cry.

The concern in Roman’s expression remained, but he stayed silent.

They went down the stairs and entered the kitchen. At the table, Remy was sipping coffee from a Starbucks mug and at the stove, a tall man with graying ginger hair flipped pancakes. The man was humming a cheery tone, one vaguely familiar, but Virgil couldn’t place it. It had to be Roman’s uncle. Immediately, Virgil wanted to run back upstairs and hide under the covers, but it was too late.

The man looked up and smiled, “I see you boys are up! How’d you sleep?”

Virgil’s soulmates chimed happy responses and settled into their morning routines. Logan going to the coffee pot, Patton getting the milk out, and Roman stealing a piece of bacon from the covered plate on the table.

Virgil didn’t reply to Emile’s question. The question wasn’t for him. It was for the three that Emile liked. Any minute now, the façade would drop and Emile would yell at Virgil. Rather than voice his answer, Virgil stared at the man in fear.

Emile met Virgil’s gaze and his face softened. This action confused Virgil. Emile should be angry at him, not sympathetic.

“What about you, Virgil?” he asked softly.

Virgil shifted uncomfortably, “I slept okay, sir.”

Emile laughed and put the last of the pancakes onto a plate, “No need to be so serious, call me Emile!”

Virgil blinked in surprise. Emile wasn’t what he expected at all. The man in question turned off the stove and faced the boys. He was wearing a faded CatDog shirt and flannel bottoms. Virgil never expected to be chewed out by a man in cartoon pajamas, but it was about to happen.

“Now, let’s eat!” Emile cheered and brought over the plateful of pancakes.

On the table, there was already a covered plate of bacon and a set place for all of them. Virgil stalled for a moment until Patton pulled him along and sat him down in the seat next to Remy. Patton sat on his other side.

Remy looked up from his mug, “S’up, girl?”

The older student had a small smirk on his face. Virgil grumbled an incoherent reply and looked at the plate in front of him. Was Remy happy to see him? He knew Emile was about to yell at Virgil. Maybe he didn’t know?

As everyone served themselves breakfast, Virgil tried to take a decent amount. He didn’t feel hungry. His stomach was full of dread and had no room for pancakes, no matter how good they looked. Virgil made himself eat though, he didn’t want to be rude after Emile cooked for him.

“Earth to Virgil, anyone home?” Remy asked.

Virgil looked up from his food and to Remy. Remy slid a steaming cup of coffee to Virgil with a smile.

“Ugh, thank you?”

“Anything for my favorite coffee date.”

Virgil rolled his eyes, “You only take me because you think that one barista is cute.”

Remy gave an offended gasp but didn’t reply. Remy told him that every time they went to the café at the library. He never asked the barista out. Every time they went, Remy stared at the writing on the cup, hoping that somehow, the same handwriting would appear on his arms.

It never did.

Virgil now knew why Remy pushed him so hard to talk to the other three. Remy’s soulmate gave him the same treatment that Virgil gave the others. Only, that’s what Remy believed. His soulmate never wrote to him. Ever. Remy couldn’t even recall an accidental mark showing up on his skin. If he had a soulmate, they were more careful than Virgil was.

“Remy, you’ve got a crush!” Emile squealed excitedly. “What’re they like!”

Remy let a groan and slid down further into his seat. He gave a glare in Virgil’s direction. Virgil smiled back, glad that Emile was preoccupied with Remy. For now, Virgil was safe.

“You knew Remy had a crush and didn’t tell me?” Roman asked Virgil, sounding as equally offended as Remy had.

Virgil gave a shrug and drank his coffee.

~

Logan and Patton cleared the table as Emile and Roman grilled Remy for answers. Virgil had tried to get up and help, but Logan had told him not to worry about it. Virgil frowned but stayed in his seat, watching Roman and Emile dig at Remy for answers.

“Virgil, do you want any pain medication?” Logan asked from the sink. “It slipped my mind last night, but surely you require some?”

Virgil shook his head, “No, Lo. I’ll be okay without it.”

Virgil brought his hand up to his cheek, where his cheek throbbed under his touch. It hurt. He hadn’t had the chance to treat it at all. There wasn’t much he could do. They didn’t have ice in at the dorm and his parents refused to speak to him. He got lucky his father drove him to the train station. There was no way he could’ve asked his father for ice.

“Do you want ice? Or a heat pack?” Logan asked again.

Again, Virgil shook his head, “Lo, it’s okay.”

“It is not “okay”, Virgil! You’re hurt and not allowing us to help you!” Logan snapped, dropping the dishcloth he’d been using.

Virgil flinched at the shout. The other shoe finally dropped. He ruined it.

The kitchen was silent.

“Lo-” Patton started.

Logan interrupted, “No, Patton! Virgil’s parents harmed him and he wants us to act as if it’s okay! If he was okay, he wouldn’t have broken down the moment we arrived last night!”

“Lay off Patton, Logan!” Roman shouted as he stood from the table. “He didn’t do anything!”

Virgil watched in horror as he recognized the building fight. It was his fault. They were arguing because of him.

“I-I,” the words caught in his throat.

Virgil needed to stop this before it got too far. Remy reached out and put a hand on his shoulder. Remy shook his head and looked in the direction of Emile. As Logan and Roman began to go back and forth screaming, Emile stood from the table.

“Boys!” he shouted.

Roman and Logan froze in their place. Both looked over to Emile, anger fixed in their expressions.

Emile cleared his throat, “Now, talk this out. There’s no need to scream like they’ve knocked over your cabbages. Start by apologizing. Now.”

Roman gave a groan at his uncle’s level tone. Logan took a deep breath and closed his eyes, unclenching his hands.

“I apologize for my outburst. It was . . . incorrect of me to blame you for events out of your control.”

Patton gave a smile and dried off his hands, “It’s okay, Lolo!”

Virgil nodded in agreement. He was relieved that Emile broke up the fight before it got out of hand. Virgil wouldn’t know what to do if a fight damaged their relationship again.

“I’m not mad, Lo,” Virgil assured.

“And I apologize to you, my beloved nerd,” Roman focused on Logan.

Logan gave Roman a brief smile.

“You boys go finish your talk in private. Rem and I can finish the dishes,” Emile told them.

Patton led the way out of the kitchen. He glanced back at Roman.

“Your room, Ro?” he asked.

Roman gave a nod and they continued to his room. It was the best way to ensure that whatever was said remained between the four of them. As they continued, Virgil burrowed further into the jacket he still wore. He put it on to hide when he got up yesterday and that was what he’d do. He wasn’t ready to tell them everything, but now, it was becoming clear they already suspected what he’d say.

In Roman’s room, they settled down in various spots. Roman stood by the dresser, Patton sat on the bed, Logan took the desk chair, and Virgil stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Patton smiled at him and patted on the spot beside him. Virgil sat down beside him and pulled his knees to his chest.

“I believe I should start unless anyone else wishes to?” Logan spoke first.

He waited a moment in case anyone spoke up, but no one did. Virgil watched intently as Logan began to speak.

“I was, am, frustrated because you are hurting, Virgil. You are no longer alone and I do not wish you to go through what happened as if you were,” Logan explained calmly. “This does not grant me an explanation, you tell us on your time, not ours. Nor does this excuse my actions, I was wrong to take out these frustrations on you all.”

“You’re mad at my parents?” Virgil asked. “Not me?”

Logan nodded, a serious expression taking over his face, “They physically harmed you, Virgil . . . I cannot blame you for their actions, no matter how normalized it is to you.”

Virgil wasn’t sure how to feel. He knew the three cared for him, but no one ever claimed his parents were wrong. His hometown viewed his parents as unfortunate for his anomaly. Never as villains for their treatment of him. Yet, here was Logan claiming they were just that.

“Thank you,” happiness bubbled in Virgil’s stomach. “No one’s ever said that.”

He offered Logan a small smile and Logan returned the gesture.

Virgil added, “You’re forgiven, by the way.”

Logan’s smile grew as Virgil spoke. Virgil loved that smile and he wanted it to stay, aware how often his soulmate hid such emotions to appear more serious. Logan’s smile only increased the happiness Virgil felt. Logan didn’t hide his emotions around them and to Virgil, it helped remind him how much trust Logan put in them.

Logan’s focus left Virgil and went to Patton, his smile falling to a frown.

When Logan went to speak, Patton interrupted, “It’s okay, Lolo. You were worried about Virgil. Just . . . don’t do it again.”

“Of course, Love. I regret hurting you,” Logan spoke seriously.

Patton grinned and blew Logan a kiss. Logan rolled his eyes but smiled fondly and leaned forward so the “kiss” would land on his cheek.

Roman and Virgil met eyes as they watched their boyfriends’ display.

“Logan was right, Vee,” Roman said. “You aren’t alone anymore; ask for help if you need it.”

The way Roman’s eyes were focused on him, Virgil knew he was serious. Virgil would try more in the future. He wasn’t sure how long this relationship would last, but it looked like the three weren’t willing to let him go. Virgil was beginning to believe things might just work out.

“I will, Ro,” Virgil promised.

Logan asked, “Do you require anything now?”

“A hug?”

~

The discussion was long over, but the four soulmates remained in Roman’s room. No longer spread out from each other, they curled up on the bed, bodies pressed together to ensure everyone fit again. Virgil hadn’t realized how little room there was the night before, not that he minded the close contact. Patton’s warmth against his back was reassuring.

“You aren’t going back, right?” Roman asked.

Virgil didn’t want to answer. He knew he couldn’t go back, but he couldn’t say it out loud. It hurt to admit he was no longer welcome at home. Virgil knew it was clear, his parents wouldn’t be taking him back. They kicked him out on Thanksgiving! Virgil was supposed to see the rest of his family that day, so he knew his parents already told his family what happened . . . Or their version of it. Not that anyone would disagree.

Finally, Virgil shook his head, “I can’t . . .”

“We have an extra room here, if you want it,” Roman offered. “Uncle Emile won’t mind.”

Virgil considered it. He didn’t have much of a choice, there was nowhere else for him to go at the end of the semester. Accepting Roman’s offer was his best bet at having a place to live. Virgil still wasn’t sure about Emile, or the rest of his soulmates’ families for that matter. If Virgil was going to be with his soulmates, he knew he had to try.

“If your family will have me,” Virgil said softly.

Roman grinned, “Remy’s already adopted you, so you’re good.”

Virgil smiled at the mention of Remy. He might be okay if he lived with Roman. Not only would he be near his soulmates, but he’d have a friend.

“It’ll make sleepovers so much easier!” Patton cheered. “And you can meet Mom and Ma! And Thomas!”

Virgil tried not to flinch at the idea, “That sounds great, Pat.”

There it was. The reason Virgil was so nervous about accepting the offer. He knew his flinch wouldn’t go unnoticed but hoped nobody would mention it. It proved to be too much to hope for as Roman frowned from behind Logan. Patton tightened his arms around Virgil and nuzzled his head into Virgil’s back.

“If I may, you are anxious about meeting our families?” Logan inquired.

Virgil gave a brief nod. He thought it was obvious. There was no possibility a meeting with their families could end well, he’d only gotten lucky so far. He looked away from Logan and the other reached out, caressing Virgil’s cheek.

“I know it will work out,” Logan assured. “We can handle any problems that arise.”

Virgil looked back up at Logan. Despite his positive statement, Logan looked uneasy. Virgil knew he was worried about something. It didn’t help Virgil feel any better. Something was wrong if Logan was that worried.

“You okay, specs?” Roman asked.

Logan shook his head, “Yes. I was merely lost in thought.”

Satisfied, Roman rested his head on his pillow. It could mean things were okay if Roman wasn’t worried about it. Virgil couldn’t be sure yet, but whether he liked it or not, he would find out.

“Logan, if you need to tell us something, you can say it,” Virgil told him.

It was only fair. If Logan shouldered Virgil’s problems, then Virgil could shoulder Logan’s and support him.

Logan sighed, “I admit, my mother was displeased to hear we welcomed you into our relationship. I refused to forfeit your reasons without your consent. I’m sure she will be understanding when she meets you.”

Virgil stared at Logan, fear chilling his veins. He knew this was coming. Virgil tried to get up but couldn’t with Patton still attached to him.

“Virgil, it’s alright. This changes nothing between us,” Logan said, taking Virgil’s hand in his. “If you are alright with it, I’ll explain to my mother for you.”

Virgil watched him confused. Didn’t Logan care about what his mother thought of his relationship? Logan defended Virgil, without even telling his mother the full story. He respected Virgil enough to not tell his secrets. Virgil smiled and wiped his eyes.

“I-I, thank you, Lo,” Virgil told him.

Logan pressed a kiss to his forehead, “It is no trouble, Love.”

~

Virgil was nervous. Patton and Logan’s mothers had found out he was staying at Roman’s house for the rest of break and wanted to meet him. Given Logan’s earlier statements, Virgil’s fear of rejection had only grown. The three had assured him that he wouldn’t lose them, but the rejection of their parents wouldn’t be easier.

The three women were coming to the Picani household for dinner. Not only would the mothers be there, but Patton’s brother as well. From what he heard, the younger teen adored Patton, Logan, and Roman, and Virgil didn’t want to disappoint him. Virgil couldn’t remember why he agreed to the meeting. He felt sick, especially with the knowledge of Ms. Baya’s distaste for him.

“Virgil, my moms and Thomas are here!” Patton called excitedly from down the stairs.

Virgil fixed his hair in the mirror. Since the announcement that the families were coming, he’d showered, brushed his teeth, put on the nicest clothes (the outfit meant for his family’s gathering yesterday), and applied make-up. His foundation covered the worst of the bruising, leaving only a shadow of a bruise on his cheek.

“Girl, hurry up,” Remy knocked on the door of the ex-guest room, which now belonged to Virgil.

Virgil opened the door and took a breath. This was it. It was too late to back out.

“You okay?” Remy asked. “I can tell them you need a minute.”

Virgil shook his head. He knew the older student meant well, but he didn’t want to give the families any further reason to dislike him. The sooner he got downstairs to meet them, the better. If he was quick and greeted them kindly, they might accept his apologies. Virgil could force a smile if he needed to, he’d had years of practice with his own family.

Virgil glanced past Remy, “I’ll be okay.”

Remy raised an eyebrow and Virgil knew he didn’t buy it. Remy didn’t voice his disbelief and led Virgil down the stairs.

“Hi dear!” a vibrantly dressed woman called to Remy as the two came down. “Oh! And you must be Virgil!”

Virgil gave an awkward wave, words catching in his throat. He knew he needed to speak, but nothing would come out.

“I’m Helena, Patton’s Ma!”

She stepped forward and hugged Remy, before holding out her arms to Virgil to offer a hug. Virgil dared to glance at her eyes and saw them gleaming with excitement. He nodded his head and Helena enveloped him in her thin arms.

The hug was . . . different. Warm in a way no hug with his soulmates felt. Virgil couldn’t recall the last time someone other than his soulmates hugged him. He knew his parents hadn’t in a very long time. Maybe Remy had? Still, the hug wouldn’t have felt like this.

Virgil felt secure. Safe. Even if the moment would end and Helena would decide she didn’t like Virgil after all. His mind didn’t dwell on the fear for long as Helena hugged him tighter. Virgil understood why Patton loved hugs so much, after growing up with this woman as a mother.

Too soon, she was releasing him, pulling away with a smile on her face.

“You’re so thin, hun! We’ll have to start sending Pattoncake more cookies,” Helena concluded with a faux-serious expression.

Virgil’s face flushed. She liked him! The edges of his lips curled up as he tried to suppress a grin. Excitement boiling in his stomach, he gave in and allowed himself to smile.

“I, ugh, I, that sounds good,” and Virgil inwardly screamed.

That was the first thing he said to the mother of his soulmate! Stupid! She had to think he was an idiot now!

“He’s a sucker for chocolate chips, Helena,” Remy smiled at her.

Virgil was grateful, he didn’t trust his own words.

“There you are! We’ve been looking for you three!” another woman’s voice rang out.

Virgil’s head around to find the speaker. In the kitchen doorway, stood a woman with dark brown curls. She smiled at Virgil and made her way over.

“I’m Joanne, Patton’s mom, and this lovely woman’s wife,” she introduced herself as she slung an arm around her partner. “Our Pattoncake has told us all about you. He’s smitten as a kitten.”

Virgil cleared his throat, “It’s good to meet you, ma’am.”

He knew to call Roman’s uncle by name, but that was no guarantee with Patton’s mothers. Patton’s Ma frowned and shook her head.

“Hun, just call us Helena and Joanne. We’re going to be family, after all!”

Virgil was unsure how to respond.

~

Logan’s mother arrived shortly before dinner. Virgil wasn’t sure what to expect. Logan had informed him she was far more formal than Helena and Joanne, but that was all.

When the doorbell first rang, Virgil wanted to run upstairs and hide. To do anything that would get him out of the coming confrontation. He might have run if it weren’t for Roman’s arm around his waist, reminding him he wasn’t alone. Roman sent a reassuring smile to him as Logan got up from the couch to answer the door. They would be okay. They had each other.

Virgil took a deep breath and slowly released it as he watched Logan approach the door.

Logan opened the door to reveal a woman in a gray pantsuit and hair pulled tightly into a bun. She greeted him with a hug and kisses to his cheek.

“Mother!” Logan squawked.

Virgil didn’t miss the way Logan’s face flushed in embarrassment, and smiled, his love for Logan distracting from his nerves.

“It is good to see you too, Loganberry,” Ms. Baya smiled.

She released Logan from the hug and glanced around the living room. Her smile didn’t falter as she looked at the paused Disney movie on the tv, Thomas, Remy, or Roman. It was only when her eyes landed on Virgil that the smile faded and replaced itself with a harsh sneer. He met her eyes and quickly looked away, hiding his face in Roman’s shoulder.

“Mother, could we speak privately?” he heard Logan ask.

“Of course.”

Virgil dared to look up when he heard their footsteps start to move away from the door. Ms. Baya allowed her son to lead her away from the entryway, out of sight of his soulmates. When she saw gone, Virgil felt relief rush through him. Her eyes unnerved him.

“She’s not bad, just . . . protective,” Roman assured. “Ms. Baya loves Logan a lot, she’ll come around.”

Virgil didn’t feel so sure and snuggled further in Roman.

“Dinner’s almost ready,” Patton’s voice rang out. “Emile and Ma are finishing up. Mom and I set the table.”

Virgil knew Patton was trying to distract him and appreciated it. Virgil was vaguely aware of Remy leading Thomas out of the living room and into the kitchen but chose to focus on his soulmates. The couch dipped as Patton joined the two in the spot Logan sat moments ago.

Patton hugged Virgil on his free side and rested his head on Virgil’s shoulder. Roman resumed the movie, despite the absence of half its watchers. Virgil tried to watch the screen but found himself glancing in the direction Logan disappeared to with his mother, more often than he paid attention to the movie.

“WHAT!”

Virgil jumped at the exclamation. Ms. Baya didn’t sound happy. He tensed, waiting for her to come out and yell at him.

“It’s okay,” Patton whispered, but Virgil could hear the uncertainty in his voice.

Virgil clung to Roman as the trio waited, not one of them paying attention to the movie anymore. It didn’t take long for the Bayas to walk back into the living room. Ms. Baya’s face not happy but calmed and collected. Logan nodded to Virgil and allowed for the smallest smile to appear on his face.

Virgil nodded, unable to force words to form. He swallowed and let go of Roman, moving to sit up. Roman and Patton removed their arms, silently freeing him from their hold. When Virgil looked directly at Ms. Baya, she let out a small gasp and covered her mouth with one hand.

“They did that to you?” the slightest bit of anger betraying Ms. Baya’s calm disposition.

Virgil glanced at Logan confused by his mother’s statement. Logan frowned and slowly raised a hand to his cheek, mirroring Virgil’s bruised cheek. Virgil’s eyes widened and he looked down to Roman’s shirt, where some of Virgil’s make-up had rubbed off.

Virgil took a deep breath, trying to prevent himself from panicking. He couldn’t allow himself to mess up now, even if Ms. Baya’s attitude towards him had shifted.

“Yesterday morning,” Virgil forced out in a calm tone. “Before my father drove me to the train station.”

Behind Virgil, Patton moved to grasp his hand and slowly started to rub circles into it. Virgil glanced back to his soulmate before looking back at Ms. Baya. The woman’s expression had changed, fury replacing calm.

“Virgil, I apologize. You did not deserve to suffer that way,” Ms. Baya crossed the room to stand before him as she spoke. “I did not consider what would cause your actions and only saw how they hurt my son. If you’d forgive my false judgment, I will not allow you to be hurt further.”

“I do . . .”

Relief rushed through Virgil as he processed what he heard and he wiped his eyes.

“. . . Thank you.”

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Road Trip: Oh, the Places You’ll Go

On our 10,000-mile road trip, we saw dozens of sights and stopped in more than 30 states. Along the way, we marked our route and several stops on a fold-out paper map, above. Here’s a list of almost everything...

Lolo Pass, Idaho: historical site in the Bitterroot Mountains where Lewis and Clark passed during their explorations.

Berkeley Pit Mine, Berkeley, Montana: one of the largest and most expensive Superfund pollution sites in America.

Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming: Mammoth Hot Springs, Old Faithful, wild bison, and more at America’s first national park.

Medicine Wheel, Big Horn National Forest, Wyoming: a Native American religious site, thousands of years old and still used today.

Crazy Horse Memorial, Crazy Horse, South Dakota: still carving a mountain into the likeness of the famous warrior.

Ken’s Minerals & Trading Post, Custer, South Dakota: a nice rock shop where we probably bought too much.

Mount Rushmore National Memorial, Keystone, South Dakota: four stony-faced presidents carved into a mountain.

Wall Drug Store, Wall, South Dakota: famous for its free ice water and legions of billboards.

Badlands National Park, Rapid City, South Dakota: beautiful and alien landscapes, all at the same time.

Prairie Homestead, Philip, South Dakota: a preserved frontier house made out of sod.

Dignity Statue, Chamberlain, South Dakota: a 50-foot-tall Native American woman.

World’s Only Corn Palace, Mitchell, South Dakota: where people nail corn cobs to the wall as art.

Mall of America, Bloomington, Minnesota: the largest shopping mall in America, and one of the largest in the world.

Cady Cheese, Wilson, Wisconsin: yummy cheese made here (and, in our case, consumed here).

Chicago, Illinois: the Sears/Willis Tower, Lake Michigan, Cloud Gate, Buckingham Fountains, Chicago-style pizza, elevated trains, and more.

Grand Rapids, Michigan: to visit relatives.

Flint, Michigan: site of a serious water crisis that symbolizes all kinds of issues around government, racism, and economics.

Henry Ford Museum, Dearborn, Michigan: highlights all kinds of positive Ford achievements, and included a tour of the nearby Rouge plant that produces F-150 trucks.

Cudell Recreation Center, Cleveland, Ohio: site where Tamir Rice, a black child, was murdered by a white cop a few years ago; a memorable example in the debates around police brutality.

Presque Isle State Park, Erie, Pennsylvania: beautiful beaches overlooking Lake Erie.

Niagara Falls, New York: amazing waterfall experiences at America’s first state park.

Schenectady, New York: to visit relatives.

Hogback Mountain, Vermont: saw the so-called “100 mile view”.

Maine: from Portland’s Commercial and Exchange Streets, to whale watching in Boothbay Harbor, to beaches, to all kinds of seafood… and side trips to Cape Cod, Massachusetts, the White Mountains of New Hampshire, and more. Saw a lot of relatives too.

Naismith Basketball Hall of Fame, Springfield, Massachusetts: honoring the masters of the game at its birthplace.

Yale University, New Haven, Connecticut: we drove through the campus, so the kids can now say they went to Yale.

Jersey City, New Jersey: to visit relatives.

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania: climbing the “Rocky Steps” and enjoying genuine Philly Cheesesteak.

Washington, DC: the White House; monuments to Lincoln and Washington; memorials for World War II and Vietnam; the Holocaust Museum; the Smithsonian Air & Space Museum; the Museum of the Bible; the U.S. Capitol; and more.

Rotunda, University of Virginia, Charlottesville, Virginia: Thomas Jefferson’s historic building at the university he founded.

Claudia Sanders Dinner House, Shelbyville, Kentucky: the original KFC.

Farmington Historic Plantation, Louisville, Kentucky: owned by the Speed family, who had ties to Lincoln, Jefferson, and Washington.

Kentucky Derby Museum, Churchill Downs, Louisville, Kentucky: learning about the legends of the sport, as well as the money.

Gateway Arch, St. Louis, Missouri: as seen from the Malcolm W. Martin Memorial Park, East St. Louis, Illinois.

Pappy’s Smokehouse, St. Louis, Missouri: considered by some to be the best BBQ ribs in the country.

Percival, Iowa: a farm community representative of flooding that has plagued the Midwest this year.

Henry Doorly Zoo and Aquarium, Omaha, Nebraska: the world’s biggest zoo did not disappoint.

World’s Largest Ball of Twine, Cawker City, Kansas: yep.

Pike’s Peak, Cascade, Colorado: one of the most famous mountains in America, and at 14,000+ feet, the highest we’ve ever been outside of an airplane.

Mesa Verde National Park, Mesa Verde, Colorado: amazing cliffside homes built almost a thousand years ago by Native Americans.

Four Corners Monument, Teec Nos Pos, Arizona: where you can stand (or sit, or bounce a ball) in four states at once.

Arches National Park, Moab, Utah: beautiful, alien rock formations.

Moab Isolation Center Ruins, Moab, Utah: site of a Japanese internment concentration camp during World War II.

Dinosaur Quarry Visitor Center, Jensen, Utah: seeing and touching the fossils of giant dinosaurs, still embedded in the ground.

Temple Square, Salt Lake City, Utah: Mormon HQ.

Great Salt Lake State Park, Magna, Utah: the city’s namesake, and some of the saltiest water on earth.

ATK Rocket Garden, Northrop Grumman, Corinne, Utah: examples of various rockets and missiles, including Space Shuttle booster engine parts.

As I emphasized to the kids over and over, we are only seeing a glimpse of everything. We could spend a week or more visiting many of these places.

We also stopped in all of the following states, including our beginning and end:

Washington

Idaho

Montana

Wyoming

South Dakota

Minnesota

Iowa

Wisconsin

Illinois

Indiana

Michigan

Ohio

Pennsylvania

New York

Vermont

New Hampshire

Maine

Massachusetts

Connecticut

New Jersey

Maryland

Delaware

Washington, DC

Virginia

West Virginia

Kentucky

Missouri

Nebraska

Kansas

Colorado

Utah

Oregon

Does DC count as a separate state? Maybe.  The kids did their trip activities there. And if you want to count New Mexico and Arizona from our visit to Four Corners, then we’re up to 34 states... though the kids did not do their activities there.

We didn’t go to North Dakota, choosing South Dakota instead for our eastbound trip.  And we didn’t realize it until it was too late, but we completely forgot about visiting Rhode Island. Sorry, Rhode Islanders!  Ironically, it is the only state that actually has the sound of “road” in its name.

Of course, as I asked in one of the FAQs... Does It Really Count As “Visiting” A State If You Only Drive Through A Little Piece Of It? 

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Read notes from every day of the road trip:

Eastward: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10.

Westward: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12.

And various posts from the FAQ.

#road trip #roadtrip #travel #dads #kids #parenting #parenthood #parents #child #children #childhood #faq #america #states

[nothin---g]

June 29, 2019

My family attended my goddaughter’s baptismal in Pampanga. My father made a decision that before we go to my Lolo’s house, we should visit Uncle M’s house first. One of my cousins questioned me if I am a lesbian or a bisexual one because of my hair then later on he advised me about how I should understand my father's sentiments about boys, love, and relationship. Actually, I disagree when it comes to educating me about boys’ behavior because boys should be the one educated when it comes to respecting girls. I just want to share that our family barely visit my father’s side (Pampanga) and I am really not close with my cousins there that’s why I appreciate 'that' cousin that I've mentioned above because he really tried reaching out to us.  

My goddaughter is so cute!!! I already have 4 goddaughters but I think I suck as a godmother. I told myself that I will spoil them if I became a doctor in the future regardless of their age knowing that they will be teens at that time. I didn’t expect that at the end of the day, I will wish that we should have stayed longer. This time, I feel like I’ve gotten closer to them and I actually miss being there right now. We bought Silvanas (my favorite!!!!) before we travel back in Laguna. My father stopped by my auntie’s house and we ate at a restaurant near their apartment. 

July 3, 2019

MMI chatted me if I wanted to catch up with her and JG. To be honest, I feel something is suspicious and off since it is unusual for someone like her to invite me. Anyways, I agreed to meet up with them since I miss JG so much because the last time I was with her, she is so quiet and busy with her phone. We chose a milk tea place (Sediento) and stayed for 3-4 hours? MMI told a lot of stories about herself and how is she and RDG got into a fight(?) which is not really my story to tell. She also said that I was mentioned by JCV because her girlfriend(?) asked if I was the one who told MMI about her tweets and I won’t deny that because before I wanted to know MMI’s side but then JG and AMM clarified that JCV’s girlfriend is just like that. The part that really touched me the most is that JMN cleared my name by saying that I’m not like “that” because maybe JVV and his girlfriend doesn’t like that I know such things. MMI and JG were blaming me for knowing too much information about our batch, as if I wanted this!!! 

JG and I accompanied MMI who bought medicine for her mother(?) then let her ride a jeep first before we go home. JG and I were waiting for her jeep to come when she mentioned Sef, an omegle(?) guy, then I asked her if she wanted to tell the story somewhere (more like 7 11). She was irritated and then blamed me for offering MMI that we should accompany her. She told me that MMI was obviously wanted to catch up so that she can tell a lot of things about herself. I told her that I knew that there was something suspicious when MMI let us know about her little situation with RDG, MMI looked like she needs our sympathy. All in all, I really love this day because I cleared some misunderstanding I’ve had with JG .

July 10, 2019

I really promised myself that this summer, I will be able to visit at least 5 museums before school starts but I guess the last one will be in December. I am with my two sisters and we decided to visit National Museum of Anthropology first before National Museum of Fine Arts. National Museum of Anthropology has 5 floors that has 3-4 exhibits/gallery per floor if I remembered it correctly. We always start at the top floor and my siblings were already tired when we were about to reach 3rd floor. While waiting for a grab driver, there’s a couple (boy-boy) that I noticed outside the building and they are so cute!!!! They also have hickeys motherfu- !!! I really whispered to myself that famous line “sana all.”

We decided to eat at SM Manila and I give up on thinking that we can also visit National Museum of Fine Arts at the end of the day because we really have to be at the terminal before rush hours to avoid traffic. I really think that I spoiled my sisters because I let them taste Macao Imperial Milk Tea's best seller and bought them Whatta-Box from Wendy’s for lunch. I hope that next time, the money that I would spend comes from a job that  I love and I also hope that my parents would be there too. We were all tired when we arrived at our house but it was all worth it! 

July 11, 2019

Overnight with two of my favorite peeps!!! First, we headed to Puregold to buy drinks and snacks then we were about to go to JG’s house, AMM asked JG at the counter (non-verbatim) “bat ka ba layo nang layo? mabaho ba hininga ko?” After this scenario, JG and I can’t stop laughing out loud.

I am so weak when it comes to “purong” empi! I’m already drunk at my 5th or 6th cup. AMM and I were a mess! We shared the same bowl just to puke. I crawl into the bathroom. AMM was continuously saying a phrase that I forgot while typing this. JG took care of us but she has a lot of videos of ourselves! One thing that I regret from that night is that I embarrassed myself to JG’s younger brother (i have a crush on him). I giggled loudly when he came home the fuck. Honestly, I don’t remember everything that happened that night since I just sleep whenever I feel drunk.

The next morning, I blamed empi for everything! My head hurts (fuck). We all love what happened to us last night. We ate breakfast and continued sharing stories about ourselves until I plead that I have to go home because my sister is alone at our house. 

July 15, 2019

Enrollment day! I thought that I can go home early but there’s a lot of procedure when enrolling and what sucks is that it is in different buildings ugh. My batchmates were shocked because I cut my hair short but I am really thankful that they are complimenting it because I am so done with people who always tries to drag my confidence down. At the bus, I decided to meet up with my barkada. 

Another milk tea place again! The place is so far from where my bus dropped me off. Two of us walked and that's why we both laughed at each other when we met because we fucking know the struggle just to be there. We tried to play Jenga but it is so noisy that’s why we stopped. All of us hooted with laughter when AFDR told RDS, "sa akin ka na magpay." We are also happy because RDS treat us. We stayed a little bit longer and we didn't expect we will experience brownout inside a cafe. To be honest, there's a lot of things that happened this day and I tried asking my friend for that tiny moments that made me happy but she can't also remember. I really wanted to type those things but I won't push myself because the important thing is that I don't think my day was wasted. I just want to add that JNG is so funny when she persuades me to have an overnight.

July 20, 2019

Our plan to come by at Enchanted Kingdom finally happened!!! I AM PROUD THAT I'VE EXPERIENCED ALL THE EXTREME RIDES!!! Even though the weather is really hot, I really loved the fact that we didn't fall in line that long. As far as I remember, we rode Flying Fiesta ▶Rialto ▶Space Shuttle ▶Anchor's Away ▶AGILA ▶Roller Skater ▶Bump Car ▶Jungle Log Jam ▶Disc-o Magic ▶Rio Grande ▶Air Race ▶Ekstreme Tower ▶Wheel of Fate ▶Air Race ▶Space Shuttle. Believe it or not but I only have one photo (Ferris Wheel) on my phone because of extreme happiness that I felt this day. Mostly, our topics were about AFDR's flings. She even mentioned that she met NB's boyfriend there. Frankly, my friend and I (single) planned to find handsome men inside but sadly they were only few. AFDR found one and she named him Eleven. LRM found someone too but that guy has a girlfriend. I found someone too after we watched the fireworks because he is wearing a white shirt + he looks so tall.

July 23, 2019

Even though we were incomplete, we managed to continue having an overnight before our vacation ends. First, we went to SC's house (specifically rooftop). We tried to guess her cat's name and we laughed so hard when they mentioned ~toptop liagibma~ JNG told us that she is one of the reasons why RA broke up with DR then we shared our sentiments about the way he chats us. We also cornered RDS if he still have feelings for NB and when he said no we asked him when. We stayed at SC's until eight o'clock because: 1) we played mafia and I am flattered because they praised me and they said that I am a good mafia and a good doctor 2) it's hard for us to decide where to eat 3) the rain won't stop 4) we pleaded to SC's mother to let her join with us.

We ate at Onyang's and oh boy the foods are delicious!!! I really loved the chicken even though it is spicy. We arrived at our house around 10 and start mafia game again around 11. Boy, we are so serious to catch the mafia. I just want to brag that I think I just failed 2 to 3 times to catch a mafia. I JUST WANT TO SHARE THAT WE WERE ALL HAPPY THIS TIME TO THE POINT THAT I CAN'T REMEMBER THE REASON WHY WE LAUGHED SO HARD WHILE PLAYING THIS. We also played kindat killer and it is so funny too. I never thought that I would be this happy again even though there's no liquor. We decided to sleep around 3 AM? The next day, we just watched Escape Room and they go home right after because 1) i think we were still sleepy 2) they don't took a bath.

#hindimalilimutan #long ass post I'm sorry

[aliloverthetop]

I Just Don’t

Pairings: sorta Logicality and Prinxiety

Based on the drawings by @sanderstribute

Before ceramic came crashing down, Logan was sitting. Which was the action of placing your buttocks on a surface while resting your legs. He was eating a slice of white bread with a thin layer of Crofters on top. Sitting right on a kitchen stool next to the emotional personality trait, Patton. Who was eating a specialty from Australia called Fairy Bread. Why it was called Fairy Bread was an absolute and utter mystery to Logan. But Patton seemed to enjoy it, which was confusing to Logan for it was simply butter spread onto bread with a collection of sprinkles. Patton shoved it down his throat anyway.

Logan took a sip of his bitter coffee as he turned off his tablet and tucked it into his computer bag. Noticing that Patton was getting his sprinkles all over the place and also the arrival of Virgil and Roman. Those two were not showing any form of altruism or intimacy despite being a couple. Bickering like two children, screeching back and forth. Logan looked down at his coffee mug and noticed the letters of the mug vibrating due to the strong increase in sound vibrations.

He placed it down and sighed. Ever since the two were found pressing their lips to each other’s in the bathtub when Patton was trying to remove mud from a kid who hated him for winning a game of hide and seek, Virgil on the bottom and Roman on top of the angsty trait. And ever since, the sound of frequent and rather irritating bickering had been ringing in Logan’s ears like a telephone that couldn’t be turned off.

Logan could only hear brief snippets of the conversation. Which involved them screeching about Virgil not being willing to do something. Logan was actually going to burst into the rules of human right that when Virgil snapped at Roman.

“I don’t dance Roman. I just don’t. Get over it.” Virgil was practically snarling at Roman at this point.

Dancing? This was what their thunderous and deafening back and forth bickering is about? With the volume and the high pitched frequency, it sounded like they were arguing about something more… important. Like bills or the increase in taxes, or even better, Donald Trump. But then dancing? It seemed adequate, a measly reason to be fighting over.

Roman threw his hands up, “Oh come on Virgil! Don’t you ever just want to dance in the middle of the room when no one is watching? Do the elegant art of the flamenco? Or maybe the cha-cha or the tango?”

Virgil facepalmed, “Ro, first things first, I have absolutely no idea what the flamingo is. And second, I’m internally dead and internally dead people do not do the freaking furry-fest. Last, not everyone likes the same dances as you do Disney Reject.”

“Oh excuse me!” Roman said with a whole lot of dramatic flair, the dramatic hand over heart stance, “it. Is. The. Flamenco. And don’t call me that Little Miss Sunshine!” Logan could see his fingers itching to grab ahold of his katana.

Logan rubbed his temple, “Excuse me, but may you two stop blabbering gobbledygook? It is an untimely time to talk about this.”

Virgil rolled his eyes, “Sorry Lo, not-so-sorry Roman. Hey, can you pass me the cereal?”

Logan handed the cereal to Virgil. The angsty trait checked the expiry date and poured a fair amount of cereal in. Patton finally shoved the last piece of fairy bread down his throat. Roman, was getting a mug out of the cabinet by the handle with his katana. It wasn’t strange in this house, for when Roman gets frustrated he uses his katana for everything. Even eating and writing.

Patton made this little cute voice, “Awh… you shadowy bundle of darkness!”

The youngest trait slowly turned around at Patton, “Um.. yeah?”

“Verge, do you know how to dance your Pollywag off?”

Logan looked at Patton, “Pollywag is not a word found in the dictionary.”

“It’s a Pokémon LoLo,” Patton patted Logan’s hair, “anyway, do you know how to dance?”

“Pssh. Of course. Edgily and freaking unsteady like I am.” Virgil poured the milk into his cereal.

“DON’T YOU DARE TALK ABOUT YOURSELF LIKE THAT I-”

Logan slammed a hand over Patton’s mouth, “’-will physically fight you’.”

Patton did the ‘I’m-watching-you’ sign with one of his serious faces. The one with the peace sign pointing to the person’s eyes then the person they were aiming the sign at.

Roman was cutting a piece of toast (with a katana), “If you can dance Virgil, then why don’t you show me?” He let out a sigh.

Virgil spooned the cereal to his mouth. “I just don’t wanna. I have rights as a person.”

“Pardon me, but was exhibiting the art of movement to each other was this bout’s topic?” Logan asked.

“Oh yes. Virgil refuses to show me what he dances like. I already showed my awesome dance moves of-” Roman struck a dramatic pose, “the tango.”

Logan blinked. He was sort of surprised from the random pose that Roman just assumed though he shouldn’t be. He cleared his throat, “Virgil, why did you decide it was your utmost need to commit to a relationship with this vivid man?”

Virgil started laughing, “You spoke my words for me.”

“Hey!” Roman’s face slowly turned red.

“Kiddos, don’t insult Roman like that!” Patton pouts.

Virgil rolls his eyes, “Fine.. hey Pat, can you even dance?”

Patton grins, “Yes! Of course, I can! Gee, but I can’t remember the last time I danced! That was fun!”

“The last time recorded in which you danced was located in the living room, you decided it was the best time to perform when Genius was the program exhibiting on the TV,” Logan responded, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Oh, thanks Lo! I can do the Charleston and the Swing!” Patton grins again. When will this guy’s smile go away? Not ever it seemed.

“Last night, you attempted to do the dance declared as the Backpack Boy dance and it failed miserably like an unfair science experiment.” The logical trait added.

Virgil snorted, “Dang Pat. Didn’t know that.”

Patton laughed it off, “Ah kids these days. You guys don’t even know the Charleston!”

Roman gasped, brandishing his katana in the air. “THAT IS PREPOSTEROUS! I DO KNOW WHAT THE CHARLESTON IS!”

“Alright kiddo. What is it?”

“T-that… OVERWATCH CHARACTER DANCE THING!” Roman yelled again, waving his sword again.

“I think he’s talking about Tracer’s dance emote for the Overwatch Anniversary Event,” Virgil said, nearly done with his cereal.

“I have absolutely no idea who that is!” Patton states excitedly. “But it’s a really energetic dance that I like!”

“It’s also extremely old and danced in the 1920’s, people called ‘flappers’ usually danced it,” Logan said, standing up with his coffee mug in his hand.

“Yay! Logan knows about it!” Patton smiles again, the sentence made Logan blush a bit. “I would definitely show you kiddos, except full belly and if I dance too much my stomach is going to hurt.”

Roman grinned, “Okay, it’s alright. We don’t want you to hurt yourself Padré.”

Virgil chuckled and snorted, “Hey Lo, get the camera. Ro is being sincere for once.”

The royal trait gasped, “Oh excuse me you foul yet kissable changeling! That comment makes me want to chase you around with Mulan in my hands!”

“Oh man…” Virgil was smiling, one of those rare smiles that all of Thomas’s viewers adored. Logan could see him trying (and failing) to stifle his laughter. “You named your katana? Mulan? I never would have imagined that. What’s next Ro-Ro? Your sash?”

“D-Don’t you dare insult Percival you baloney witch!”

“You named your sash too?”

“ARGH! By Medusa’s Gorgons, do I need to cut you down with the mighty powers of Mulan?” Roman growled, raising Mulan into the air.

Patton threw a bunch of sprinkles into the couples’ faces. “Now shut your pollywog! Kiddos, stop fighting!”

Logan rubbed his temple again, “I agree with Patton.”

Roman pouted, “Fine. Hey, Logan may I ask a question?”

“Of course,” Logan replied, in the middle of filling his cup with coffee.

“If I do the magnificent art of the tango, Patton does the Charleston and Virgil does the emo edge lord-”

Virgil threw a plate at Roman, who deflected it with Mulan. The plate landed into the sink with a satisfying 'plunk’.

“-then what dance do you do?”

Logan ’s grip on his coffee mug tightened, his hand shaking in the process. He looked at the faces of the other sides, Virgil had his 'what the hell?’ face directed at his significant other, Patton looked excited and Roman was looking expectantly at Logan with one eyebrow raised. Logan could see the knuckles on his hand turn white. No, no, no. Not now, not ever. The words seemed to stick to his throat.

“As much as I would like some fruitin’-tootin’ answers, you don’t need to tell us, Logan.” Patton said, his face looked concerned.

The words that came out of his throat were pathetic and dumb. He seemed to echo Virgil.

“I do not dance. I just do not. I just don’t.”

In a panic, and in absolute fear, he gripped the handle of the mug even tighter. He did not notice the cracks throughout the ceramic.

“Awh.. sorry to hear that Lo.”

Roman frowned, “What is up with dancing and the sides on the right side of the room? Is there something we don’t know of?”

And with that, the handle of the coffee mug exploded. The ceramic shrapnel went everywhere. This left the rest of the mug in gravity’s hands, where it fell to the floor and shattered in all directions. Logan looked at his hand and noticed quite a large amount of blood on his hand, he touched his face and cursed as he realized there was blood there too. Now the floor was stained with coffee and blood. He took quick notice of the other sides’ faces. Virgil had just pushed the prince off his chair and was stomping on him angrily, cursing his boyfriend while Patton stared at him, shocked. His eyes were wide and his hands were put over his mouth.

He cleared his throat as grabbed his computer bag, “Excuse me, I have matters to attend to.”

With that, Patton watched as Logan faded out of sight.

(Man I love cliffhangers. Lemme tell you a small verse first:

Oh, the puppies are cute,

Jumping around oh so merrily,

Them we can’t loot!

Frick, that escalated quickly.

Make sure to check out the artist above. You guys wanna part two? You’ll probably get one. Love you all! -Heath)

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