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Whumpee who was doing so good. Whumpee who hadn't even thought of Whumper in years.

Then there's a hand on their shoulder. A soft "there you are, whumpee". And suddenly the world goes black.

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“He's the Best I've Ever Seen, and He Stole My Heart…”

Holy SHIT Logicality fic??? You best believe it!!! Fully inspired by this art by @jaspydunx!

Fic under the cut, no warnings <3

Logan was…tired, to put it lightly. He'd been working for hours, trying to perfect a schedule that the others would actually stick to. The only reason he'd even stopped?

The smell of cookies had reached his nose. Patton knew exactly how to lure him out of the room. The smell would reach his nose, he'd realize how hungry he was, and come downstairs to get something to eat.

And Logan was many things; predictable being counted amongst them. He pushed himself up from his chair and headed downstairs to collapse into the warm embrace of his lover.

He hits his back instead. This works just as well. Patton startled a little, before giggling. “Finally emerged from your hollow, engeltje?” He asked, voice soft and teasing.

Logan sighed fondly, resting his head on Patton's shoulder. “I am neither your angel nor an actual wild owl. I simply carry the traits of one.” he smiled as Patton's head turned to him, face broken out into a massive grin.

“You remembered! You actually remembered what it means!” He leaned in, kissing Logan's nose and making the other huff in an adorably indignant manner.

Logan buried his face in the crook of Patton's neck, wrapping his arms around his lover's chest. “Hard not to, when it's the only nickname you call me on the regular that isn't a pun of some kind.”

“Awww, but Loganberry!” Patton was cut off by Logan squeezing just enough to tickle the other, causing Patton to squeal in laughter. “Hey! That's cheating!”

Logan shook his head, taking in a deep breath…and loosing his train of thought. “…you smell like Crofters…” He mumbled, wings fluttering in interest.

Patton giggled. “Are you just now noticing that, Lo?” He asked, voice slightly teasing. Logan only hummed, pressing more into Patton and gently nipping at him. He squealed again, giggling more. “Logan, silly, I'm not a snack!”

Logan grinned, holding Patton tighter. “You smell like one.” He muttered before playfully attacking the other's neck, earning himself full on laughter. His heart swelled as Patton laughed, that sound being one of his favorite things.

He'd do anything to hear that sound for the rest of time.

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“The Heroes...and the Villains.”

Designs and Information from my Hero Society Au. all designs made in Heroforge, dividers by @sisterlucifergraphics.

Hero Society Au found here

Name: Patton [No Last Name] Alias: Mr Morality Age: 33 Hero or Villain: Hero History: [File Found]

Name: Logan Blackmore Alias: The Librarian Age: 31 Hero or Villain: Librarian of the Hero Society History: [File Not Found]

Name: Roman Valerian Alias: The Prince Age: 28 Hero or Villain: Hero History: [File Found]

Names: Brutus Madigan and Aergus Murphy Aliases: Karma and Apathy Ages: 29 and 30 Hero or Villain: Villains History: [File Not Found]

Name: Janus [No Last Name] Alias: Deceit Age: 34 Hero or Villain: Villain History: [File Found]

Name: Remus Valerian Alias: The Duke Age: 28 Hero or Villain: Villain History: [File Found]

Name: Virgil Kane Alias: Nightmare Age: 30 Hero or Villain: Villain History: [File Not Found]

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A Prince's Notes

This is a sneak peek of something I'm in the process of writing and that I want to put out here on Tumblr. There will be six notes, and each holds the following cws.

Mentioned/Implied Suicide

Mentioned Self Harm

Self Deprecation

If any of these will trigger you, please don't read. I am not kidding when I say these are heavy subjects. The fic these are from is a heavy one.

(this is the general vibe I'm going for with this)

Note One; Janus Note Two; Patton Note Three; Logan Note Four; Remus Note Five; Thomas Note Six; Virgil

FIN

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“Butterflies, Elves and Devils.”

For millennia, the Elves have been hounded and hunted by their only natural predators, the Demons. Peace seems impossible, given that demons feed upon the elves.

Prince Romulus Sylpeiros is an elf who lost his twin to one of these very beasts, and has since sworn to himself that he will eradicate every last one of them.

Virgil is a demon who considers himself an outcast from most societies, including his own. He's had a few occasional friends, but never anyone he could click with.

What happens when these two run into each other in a strange clash of fate? I suppose time will only tell...

PROLOGUE:

“Cause I Died Inside When You Stopped Moving...”

MAIN FIC:

“Beware Of Butterflies, They'll Break Your Heart.” (tumblr post)

INDIVIDUAL CHAPTERS:

“I Was Falling Hard, With An Open Heart...” (CH 1)

“A Heart and Its Facets.” (CH 2)

“This Is What You Asked For...” (CH 3)

“Cause You're Still Choking On Your Words.” (CH 4)

“You're Not As Brave As You Were At The Start.” (CH 5)

“Why Would You Let This Voice Set In Your Head?” (CH 6)

“Gravity Hurts, You Made It So Sweet...” (CH 7)

“Pretty Little Lamb, Don't Come Down Here.” (CH 8)

“We've Come A Long Way From Where We Began...” (CH 9)

“It Always Feels So Quiet...In The Dark...” (CH 10)

“She's One Parent You Don't Want To Meet...” (CH 11)

“There's A Part Of Me That's Appealingly Sweet...” (CH 12)

“No Man Is Worth The Aggravation...” (CH 13)

“Before You Start A War, You Better Know What You're Fighting For.” (CH 14)

“The Flood's Coming.” (CH 15)

PRE-CANON:

“The Silt Of Our Wedding Bed...”

SIDE CONTENT:

Roman and Remus art 1

The Broken Circlet (fanart by @thatdesolatefander)

Prinxiety official designs

A Demon and His Cat (Virgil and his Hellcat, Nightmare)

Remus official design

Mama Waits For You (Radelia Sylperios official design)

The Flood's Coming... (Arc 3 Virgil final design)

Dividers by @sisterlucifergraphics

Taglist; @thatdesolatefander @the-mindless

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SOS

MICHEAL'S PLAYING MATCHMAKER

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Somehow, the knowledge that Soap was alive was far from comforting. Instead it invoked feelings of guilt. ‘How long has it been since I failed to protect the man who held the last remaining parts of my soul?’

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He hadn't known about his brother's death.

Why hadn't he been informed? Why had he been off world? He should've known, should've followed his gut, should've been there.

As he stands there in the graveyard, over the grave of his little brother, he lets himself cry.

“I'm sorry, Jason. I'm sorry I wasn't there. I'm sorry I failed you.” His voice broke as he finally voiced his feelings aloud, falling to his knees.

Bruce stepped up behind him, putting a hand on his shoulder. He knew there was nothing he could say to make this better, because they'd failed to inform Dick.

But Dick was tearing himself apart. Yet another family member, in the ground before their time.

Why was it never him?