Logan was, by all means, a perfectionist. So much so that he was perfectly happy with his life, which included not having a soulmate. While people would mourn his blank wrists, he would shrug and continue to pursue whatever knowledge was in his grasp.
He continued his life, one checkpoint to the next. And he was so perfectly happy with his life, in fact, that he couldn’t have cared less when a drunk driver ran into him. Logan had lived his life to the fullest, and he was grateful for that.
So when he met those concerned green eyes, and his wrist burned, the panic set in with the knowledge that his soulmate, the one who had never shown up, was above him, frantically trying to save him.
The other was just as confused and panicked, his princely attire splashed with red. Guardian angels weren’t supposed to be soulmates, were they?
*stares at the ficlet, then mournfully into a mirror, whispering to myself in terror* I’m turning this into a full-blown fic, aren’t I…?
What Did I Do Wrong?! -Chapter Three: The Great Duck Invasion
Based on this post: Duck Saga
I’m not even sorry, this chapter is basically a huge shitpost, thank you @virgilsjourney for this gloriousness (I absolutely love James Veitch)
Over the next few weeks, Logan found himself becoming more and more acquainted with his neighbors, although he would never admit how much fun he actually had with the bunch. Patton continued to let himself into the astrology student's apartment, to the point where Logan finally gave him a key. A key that SHOULD have stopped the break-ins.
However, it seemed Patton's roommate REALLY adored blueberry anything, and was always finding his way in if Patton had left something involving the tart fruit.
And then the duck incident.
Logan groaned, stepping over a ton of tiny rubber ducks that had overtaken the apartment building. His pun-loving neighbor was to blame, for sure. This was too much. He sent a group message to the rest of the tenants.
Logan: Apartment meeting, my place, now.
Patton: And no one is allowed to DUCK out!
Logan: Patton, we need to talk about the ducks.
Devon: What ducks? I haven't seen any ducks.
Logan: EVERYONE MEETING NOW
He opened his apartment door, knowing that it would be a few minutes before everyone would show up, so he had time to make him some toast with Crofters. He reached into the fridge and grabbed at-
-nothing.
His Crofters was gone. Logan's eyes narrowed, instantly pinning the blame on Oliver, because who else would break in?
A knock on the door sounded, and he threw it open. Both Oliver and Devon shrank back in fear before the silent of the two shakily held out a grocery bag filled with jars of his favorite jelly.
"Look who it is, everyone's favorite student," squeaked Devon, voice trembling slightly in terror. "We didn't have to borrow your jam for the kids we were babysitting so we totally didn't owe you anything."
The tie wearing man paused, confusion etched on his face. They stole his food, but replaced it? And bought extra? His thought process was interrupted by a rubber duck hitting him square in the face, followed by a resounding thump and a curse. 2B blinked, finding Roman rubbing his chest and a stern looking Patton next to him, looking one hundred percent fatherly, complete with his hands on his hips. Logan felt his heart flutter and stepped back, letting everyone in.
Devon immediately plopped onto the floor against the wall, Oliver throwing himself across the devious one's lamp, which caused the other to groan in annoyance. Roman made himself comfortable on the couch, followed by Remy, Virgil, and Devon's roommate Redmond. Emile Picani from downstairs settled for one of the kitchen chairs, Patton voting to stand close to Logan.
Caught slightly off-guard, the logical one cleared his throat. "Alright, we need to talk about the ducks."
"Quack," muttered Patton.
"This is getting out of hand," continued Logan, "we need to take care of the problem."
Emile glanced up from playing with one of the ducks. "But these are so much fun!"
"Yeah!" Roman added. "Last week they had a magnificent wedding! The weather was just right and-" he choked on the rest of his sentence, Logan glaring daggers at the drama major.
"As I was saying, this is getting out of hand and we need to solve it."
The purple clad emo raised his hand slowly from his position on the couch. "How is this a problem?"
Logan exploded. "I WAS IN A RUSH THIS MORNING AND I HAD TO MOVE A HUNDRED TINY DUCKS JUST TO SHOWER!"
Beside him, Patton held up his hands in surrender. "Alright, you have my word. No more tiny ducks." Everyone else in the room groaned, and a pleased smiled touched Logan's face.
"Thank you, Pat."
***
"ARE YOU FUCKING FOR REAL RIGHT NOW?!" he screamed, after having tripped over a foot tall rubber duck sitting on his bedroom floor. Everywhere he went, foot tall ducks stared him down, mocking him. How had he not seen that loophole?
Logan practically kicked down Patton's apartment door, shocking everyone who was already there for breakfast. "I'm visiting my aunt and uncle this weekend and when I get back, NO MORE DUCKS."
The fatherly figure smiled innocently. "Of course Teach! We'll get quacking right after breakfast!"
The snake owning college student brought his hands to his face and groaned, and Oliver, who had been sleeping on his shoulder, ended up sprawling across the former's lap. Everyone leaned over to take pictures of the occasion, leaving Logan ignored until Patton promptly ushered him over and started to feed him, a habit Logan long since stopped protesting because he started to like being pampered.
Mid-bite, the curly haired ball of sunshine leaned in and whispered, "Can I keep one duck?"
Logan nodded shyly, his heart pounding as he came to the conclusion that yes, he did in fact, have a crush on his neighbor.
***
That weekend seemed to fly by, and the astrology student was pleasantly surprised to see no ducks as he walked through the apartment complex.
Until he opened his door to reveal a huge inflatable duck, taking up his entire living room.
He whipped his head around to see all the others duck behind various places or just flat out run away.
The smaller tiefling darted around the table, chasing after the other tiefling, who lumbered somewhat ungracefully through the room.
“Give me back my breadstick, you heathen!” The small tiefling jumped, crashing into the other. “I AM THE ELDEST DAMMIT! I WORKED FOR THAT!”
The man beneath was panting, red skin glistening with sweat from all the exercise. But for all the pain of trying to get away from his older brother, he was still determined. He stared down the man on top of him, smirked, and then shoved the whole breadstick into his mouth.
Everything stilled. The younger one realized that he was basically staring death straight in the face, and regretted everything. “Uh… Sam?” he mumbled, mouth still full of bread.
Sam stood, face completely blank as he walked over to the desk. “You’re a funny man, Balthazar, you really are. What a great prank to play on your bro.” He gritted his teeth together, grinning wildly. The tiefling rogue turned, revealing a knife. “Have you ever put a dog down, Balth? A thieving puppy is not a happy puppy.”
“I-I’ll get you another one! I promise I wi- AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” A scream echoed through the tavern, many patrons wondering if the woman they heard was okay.
The rogue just chuckled, picking another piece from the pie he cut from his brother’s pack, the latter sobbing in the corner. “How could you?” he whispered. “You’re a monster, to steal a man’s pie…”
“And you’re a heathen who steals breadsticks. Who’s the real loser here?” Samandriel smiled, going back to the baked apple pie in front of him.Â
So for my fic What Did I Do Wrong? I wanted to put some ideas I have for it!
Deceit and Roman are half-brothers
Roman applied at the same college to be closer to his brother
Deceit is a manager at a grocery store close to the apartment complex, and is a great salesperson (which is how he got the job)
He goes to college for a business degree.
Roman is going for theatre of course.
Patton is studying to be a veterinarian
His apartment is DECKED OUT in photos of cats. He sees a cute cat picture and gets it framed.
Oliver loves to go through with his red dry erase marker and scribble moustaches or glasses on the cats.
Logan is in college to become an astrologist.
He's gotten a job at the grocery store, and is still unnerved because he can only see Deceit in a bathrobe and snake, no matter what he's wearing. That image is imprinted forever.
Virgil is an artist who is looking to become a child services worker, specifically for troubled kids.
Remy is a tattoo artist, and does everyone's tattoos at a slight discount.
He doesn't go to college, but if he did, he claims he would major in Psychology and sleep therapy.
(He still drops in and hangs out in classes all of them have together)
Remy is a self-proclaimed anarchist
There's a student name Emille Picani who already has his master's in psychology, and often holds group sessions which everyone in the Building A attends.
Thomas Sanders is in no way related to Roman Sanders, but everyone swears up and down that the two could be twins.
Thomas doesn't know what he wants to major in yet.
Maybe a teacher?
Deceit is Oliver's best friend
Oliver really loves Deceit's reptilian pets, especially his plain black snake.
Deceit let him name said snake.
Its name is Noodle.
Oliver is a medical student.
Patton is the best babysitter ever (according to Oliver's nephew)
Logan loves Patton's cooking (and his burglar brownies)
James groaned, his face pale as he shakily held the ticket in front of him. Any sane person would have called out of work, but here he was, staring at a footlong order while he wished for the sweet release of death.
He threw a flatbread onto the hot plate and began busying himself with salads. His co-worker Taylor was currently chopping veggies and scolding him for going into work.
“I’m not some bitch, Tay. I hate asking anyone to cover for me, so I’d rather just tough it out.” James’s words fell on deaf ears, however, as they whipped out their phone to text the night shift, asking to come in early.
There was that sound again. The ticket machine printing off another long ticket. The cook scowled, tears pricking the backs of his eyes. Why did he do this to himself.
Another ticket. Just as long as the other two. James widened his eyes in horror, freezing up. The other cook seemed to notice, and immediately started darting around to get food set up.
It was so warm, and he felt nauseous. Breakfast threatened to bubble up, and James was brought back to the present by Taylor’s scream of frustration.
Two more tickets.
Finally grasping the urgency the situation needed, he cursed under his breath as he ran around. That morning had already been a disaster, and it looked as if the day had taken a turn for the worst.
“James, can you work on that sandwich please?”
He blinked. “Oh, uh, sure! Sorry, I’m not feeling too good right now.”
An hour later, it hadn’t stopped, and both James and Taylor were getting increasingly aggravated and pissed off by the front staff when something happened that made the male just about lose it.
“Thirty wings!” Okay, cool, that was called back, he thought. No biggie. What was a biggie was the ticket.Â
All Flappers. The line note stared him in the face as Taylor went to go have some angry words with the server.Â
His eyes glazed over as he stared at his co-worker. “I’m going to stab someone,” he whispered. “I will stab her. That’s a waste of food. Can I stab her Tay?”
The only answer was a sympathetic mumble.
Both were in tears at this point, but this time they were tears of relief to see not one, but two of the night shift walk in to help. “I’ve got dishes,” James choked out, stumbling towards the sink.
He had reached his limit at this point, and was about to shove a tray of badly needed pans into the dishwasher when the bartender started rearranging dirty cups.
“I swear to gods I will yeet you out of existence if you steal my dishwasher.” The sick cook found himself glaring and muttering under his breath until the bartender walked away, oblivious that he had almost lost his life.
The two morning cooks were there for another hour, Taylor handling it much better than their male counterpart (only losing their shit twice), who, in the course of that hour, had:
Chucked not one, not three, but two ranch lids while screaming “YEET”
Got ranch everywhere
Broke down in tears
Wished death upon everyone, but namely himself
Became a giggling mess at the idea of dancing dishes
Cried when he realized that was just from Beauty and the Beast
Once again broke down because who plays dominoes with Jenga blocks? Who?
Had to pick up said Jenga blocks
Sobbed after he finished picking up the Jenga blocks
And what happened when they finally left? You guessed it, James cried tears of relief. They wordlessly got into Taylor’s car.
“You ready?” They asked.
James shot them a confused look, only to be met with screaming.
“Okay, much better,” they declared.
“Same,” he croaked back. “Same.”
So, uh...
@nerdychef-jean and I’s day was fucking terrible (but hey, I didn’t throw up until after I got home, so that’s good)Â
Have a blurry picture of those DAMNED JENGA BLOCKS that I suffered with.
This is totally different from the promo I posted, but the promo art still fits!
The story starts off in a fantasy realm called Davulen, ruled by Queen Morgan. And basically, this super bitchy sorceress wants the thrown so she casts a spell to lure the queen into the forest right?Â
Well, others get caught in the spell too.Â
A Fallen, a warlock (he prefers the term witch), some demons (both Cursed and natural), head of the royal guard, a pixie prince (last of his kind), and a kitsune, along with the queen, of course. [And they all walk into a bar, right? XD]
Because of the amount of life forms that get caught in the spell, rather than destroying the queen, it sends them all off to another world that’s tied to their own. In a sense, the sorceress is successful, because she’s cleared the way to ruling Davulen for herself.Â
However, the queen isn’t dead, and the group landed in the mysterious town of Crowfield, which is known for its strange happenings, and is also home to a research facility that keeps an eye on the town. This kind of things seems to happen a lot, but the worlds tend to mix due to a technological malfunction at the lab, rather than magic from the other side, soooooo they’re stuck.
It doesn’t help that Queen Morgan has lost her memories as an after effect of the sorceress’s spell.
Crowfield Taglist (cause y’all said you were interested, so deal with the tags fam):Â
Fnjfcmdunib sorry I got over exited and only answered one thing... Hmmm "whoops wrong fandom" for a title?
Lol, no worries, kiddo!
Title: Whoops, Wrong Fandom
Roman felt the familiar tugging sensation, meaning Thomas needed his help with some problem or another. However, instead of coming face to face with his host, he found himself staring into a blue eye and a black void.
The kid in front of him screamed, both eyes wide. He had just tried to teleport back to the lab, only to be dropped in the middle of… nowhere. The two of them were sitting in blank white room that seemed to stretch endlessly in all directions.
Taking in the person in front of them, each deemed the other somewhat recognizable, but couldn’t place where.
“Detective Prince,” the kid said suddenly.
The creative facet replied with “Agent Evans.” He didn’t know where the name had come from, but it fit. After a brief staring contest, the agent broke his gaze away to inspect the room, eyes settling on a single red button in the center.
He went to move closer, but the detective next to him stopped him. “Wait, you don’t know if it’s dangerous.”
Daniel Evans eyed him, smirking and yanking his arm away. “You know, for a prince, you don’t seem very brave,” he snarked.
The other growled. “Well, for a pixie king, you don’t seem very caring!”
Neither of them were sure where the responses came from, but Danny shrugged it off, opting for the big red button instead. Before Roman could stop him, he pressed it delicately.
The air was sucked from their lungs as they were pulled into a black vacuum. It only lasted for a couple of seconds, but they found themselves crashing through a floor and landing on a rickity table, peering up at four young men who seemed to be lost for words.
Finally, one of them spoke up. His hair was vibrant orange, styled into a tri-hawk. On his forehead were four studs. “Look, we got a couple of poofs on the table!” he snickered. “Rick, why didn’t you tell us you had family coming over?”
The one named Rick glared with disgust. “Do you really think that I’d invite my family over to see what terrible flatmates I have?” His speech turned his r’s into w’s, and he spoke with an arrogant aura about him.
Roman and Danny shared a glance before they spied the button just a couple of feet away. Not even waiting for a verbal confirmation, the trait lunge for the button, slamming it.
Once again, they were pulled into the same vacuum, only this time, they crashlanded in a living room. Danny’s face turned beet red as he noticed the several hentai magazines strewed across the room. Roman’s eyes settled on the gun rack, and he gulped, tugging at his collar.Â
The bedroom door swung open, and the couple that stumbled in paid the pair no attention as they clawed at each other’s hoodies, red and blue respectively, not so innocent sounds echoing in the quiet.
This time, both boys hit the button at the same time as they kept their eyes shielded.
“HELLO EVERYBODY, MY NAME IS-”
Crash.
Markiplier whirled around, eyes wide with shock as he stared at Thomas Sanders in a prince costume, and a boy who had a black void for an eye. They stood in silence, but before any of them could speak, another figure appeared in the room.Â
They stretched and calmly brushed off their pants. They waved apologetically at Markiplier, dyed red hair flopping into their face. “Whoops! Wrong fandom! Sorry kiddo!” They grabbed both Roman and Danny’s arms tightly, muttering under their breath, “The things I do for my followers…” They stomped on the red button, and everything went black.
Okay, this turned into something longer than I had intended, but oh well XD
Fandoms: The Young Ones, Eddsworld, and Markiplier.Â
