“Ooo actor mark is evil” “ooo actor mark is a villain” have yall considered he’s not tho
Also kisses him kisses him kisses him kisses him kisses him kisses him kisses him kisses him kisses him kisses him kisse-
HE'S LITERALLY NOT HE'S JUST A HURT ANGRY MAN BEING TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF BY AN EVIL HOUSE ENTITY #EVERYWKMCHARACTERISNUANCED #WECANHOLDHIMACCOUNTABLEWITHOUTDEMONIZINGHIM #JUSTICEFORACTORMARK #GETTHATMANHISREDEMPTIONARC
also to add onto your second point: kisses him kisses him kisses him kisses him cuddles him gives him the love he deserves and needs to heal i love you actor i love you
Au Thomas had the sniffles and runny eyes at first after ending up with them but his own allergies started to go away due to the close proximity to them.
(This one might hurt) Dukexiety who used to be best friends but then had a falling out when Virgil left BUT now with deceit and Remus being more accepted, Virgil and Remus are slowly reconnecting?
Ever since Deceit and Remus were welcomed into the group, Virgil noticed they had started to hang around more. It was a common sight to see Logan and Deceit having a... friendly debate about various topics, both trying to keep their cool but arms flailing around wildly as they made their points. He found the situation amusing and would often poke the flames to get them more heated for his own amusement. It was all in good fun, and he enjoyed the days when he allowed himself to get roped into their conversations.
Remus on the other hand... He didn’t know how he was supposed to act around him. They used to be close, very close, before he decided to Leave. Was he supposed to act like the way things were, do things he’d have done before? He didn’t know, and he didn’t know how to feel when he was around either. There was an uncomfortable feeling in his chest when he watched Remus and Patton in the kitchen baking some treats for later. When Remus and Roman were arguing over which movie to watch on Friday nights. When Remus liked to put salt in Logan’s coffee so he could laugh at the face he made. He didn’t like feeling this uncomfortable uncertainty.
Remus didn’t seem to have the same problems Virgil was dealing with, but in hindsight, he never did have problems with much of anything. So Virgil decided to just dive in and see how things go, and, squaring his shoulders, he plopped himself down on the couch in the Commons, head resting on Remus’ lap. It was a comfortable, familiar position, one they ended most of their nights in.
A long pause stretched between them, their eyes locked, and Virgil could feel his heart racing in his chest. This was a bad idea. He should have started smaller, should have - His thoughts cut off as Remus gently carded his fingers through his hair, humming softly in another familiar motion, and Virgil felt all his stress and worries melt away. Things weren’t good between them yet, it’ll take time. But this was a start.
For a writing request- Deceit, Remus, and Virgil all being super protective over Patton. Honestly, this headcanon is like my whole life right now.
Remus’ part is going under a cut due to the nature of his threats, stay safe kiddo’s!
Protecting PattonPuff
Patton hummed along with the sewing machine as he worked, the sharp end of several pins poking out of his mouth dangerously. The yellow silk he was working with wanted to scrunch up and disobey, but Patton firmly held it down in place while he repaired the rip in Daimon’s cape.
Daimon was sitting on a beanbag chair, reading one of the philosophy books scattered about the room, it being a rec room in the library used for various reasons, usually by Patton and his friends.
Daimon glanced up when someone entered the room before returning his attention to his book, though now he kept half his attention on the newcomer to make sure they didn’t bother Patton while he worked.
Honestly he wished he’d told the other to leave as soon as he saw them, considering what was out of their mouth.
“Isn’t sewing for pussy’s and girls?”
The machine stalled when Patton’s foot froze over the pedal, green eyes blinking up at the one who’d spoken.
“I’m sorry?” he asked after taking the pins out of his mouth.
“Should be, with your disturbing habits.”
Patton frowned, clearly upset with what was being said but unsure of how to even begin disputing the person’s claims.
“Not nearly as disturbing as your clearly shrunken ball sack,” Daimon said, not looking up from the book he was no longer reading.
He wheeled around, fuming at Daimon now instead of intent on making fun of Patton. Perfect.
“What’d you just say, punk?”
“Punk? That’s the best you can come up with, ignoramus?”
Patton coughed, hiding a laugh behind his hand as he looked away.
The stranger’s anger turned confused, but he could obviously still tell it was an insult.
“Did you need a dictionary? Perhaps a thesaurus?”
The man actually snarled at that point, fists clenching.
“I’m going to shove my foot so far up your ass you’ll be tasting leather for weeks.”
Daimon finally looked up from the words he wasn’t processing, amused.
“Really, you’ll have to try harder than that to shake me. I’ve heard far worse considering who I deal with on the daily.”
Patton huffed out a laugh at that, going back to sewing while Daimon continued to berate the asshole until he left. Nodding to himself, Daimon went back to his book while Patton finished up his cape.
Remus poked his head into Patton’s Apparel Technical Design class, looking for his favorite puffball of positivity only to find him scrunched up at his desk, shoulders practically at his ears, cheeks red in shame.
Walking over, Remus slammed his hands on Patton’s desk, and loudly started talking.
“Whoever hurt you, I will gut them and use their intestines as jewelry! Tell me, Pattonpuff, what is wrong!”
Patton, after the initial jolt of fear, let out a soft laugh at Remus’ proclamation.
“Nothing, Remus! Pattonpuff is fine!”
Remus gave Patton a point-blank expression, making him sigh in defeat.
“My designs got an 83, Remus. I thought that was pretty good, but some other people told me it was because they were unimaginative and boring...”
Remus narrowed his eyes around the classroom.
“Point them out, Patton.”
Patton glanced to the left at a group of younger students before his eyes darted back to his desk.
“Really, Remus, don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine.”
Remus, having seen the glance, ignored his best friend and walked over to the group. He slung an arm around a girl as if they were best friends, his other hand resting on the shoulder of a taller male standing next to her.
“Hey pals! Heard you said some interesting things to Pattonpuff over there! Now, tell me, who wants to go first?”
The girl scowled in disgust, pulling away so that Remus’ arm dropped to his side.
“First for what?”
“Their disembowelment, of course! I’m going to make the prettiest dress out of your organs!”
This time the male stepped away, everyone looking perturbed at Remus’ ecstatic grin.
Someone else spoke up, though they only got as far as “his designs were hideous” before Remus stormed up to them and grabbed their nose, twisting harshly and earning a yelp.
“Shut up before I rip off your toes and use them to dig out your eyes.”
Them now stunned into silence, Remus grinned and waved, walking back to Patton.
“Anyway, I came here to ask if I was still modeling that dress you made or if you were going to go to Virgil’s study session tonight.”
Virgil tapped his pencil against the table, his bottom lip between his teeth while he read his psych textbook, trying to process the information he was reading so he could write his thesis but was having hard time focusing on anything other than his boyfriend.
Patton was wiping at his eyes as he sketched, intense frown on his face. Virgil was trying to wait until his partner wanted to mention what was wrong, but it’d been an hour and he was beginning to suspect the other wasn’t going to bring it up.
Eventually, he sighed and put down his pencil, shifting his seat closer to Patton so he could rest his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder.
“Alright, who hurt you? Do I need to sic Beatrice on them?”
Patton let out a surprised huff of laughter, sniffling and wiping his eyes again.
“No, I’ve just... had a bad day, though Daimon and Remus definitely helped a lot with their defending me.”
Virgil sighed, grabbing Patton’s hand to run his thumbs over the other’s fingers.
“Wanna tell me about it?”
Patton shrugged. “Not really, but I am enjoying the physical affection. Want to go back home and just cuddle?”
Virgil smiled and nodded, moving back so he could pack up his stuff.
“Roman and Remus are probably fighting over something dumb again anyway, You wanna bet Daimon is being absolutely no help at all?”
Patton giggled. “My bets are on him backing Remus today.”
Virgil snorted, shaking his head. Daimon never backed the same twin twice in a row, but Patton was the best at remembering which twin was given back up last, so he wouldn’t bet against him anyway.
“Sure, winner gets a back rub and a song.”
Patton gasped in delight, knowing exactly what Virgil had just offered and was now significantly more eager to get home.
“Perfect! Let’s go!”
Virgil laughed and let Patton drag him out of the library.
"Hang on. We're getting them all out of here. Thomas, remember what you've learned. Breathe in for four seconds. Hold your breath for seven seconds. Now breathe out for eight seconds. Keep it up, Thomas. That's good, keep going."
…Y’know, as someone who has recently been having a lot of late night panics, this quote is incredibly fitting.
I don’t know what exactly I was expecting when I reblogged the quote post, but this is surprisingly touching for me.
