🍓 🕯️ 🥤 🍄 ❄️ 🦴 🪲 (i may have gone a little overboard also my b if there are repeats!)
🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?
answered this a little bit here! (crown of candy in 2020 + network shows making Big Mistakes in the late 2010s. lmao)
🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?
answered this here a bit too! (7 to 8. I really enjoy it.)
🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love
OKAY we're gonna talk about the amazing @sharkodactyl for a minute here. she writes some of THE tastiest fics I have ever read. like, that is the way to describe them in my head because I read them and wish to Physically Consume The Words. yknow? absolutely phenomenal characterizations and body horror and utterly inspired au choices and the descriptions are always SO delicious and marrow-deep literally all of her fics are KILLER. candy-coated darling holds the title for one of my favorite pieces of writing anywhere, on or off the internet. it's so downright eerie and captivating and this gloriously specific flavor of saccharine (pun fully intended) horror that has impacted my writing going forward and opened my eyes to the delights of unreality in fic!! and no grave can hold your body down is SUCH a fucking phenomenal knockout look at the kipperlilly and lucy dynamic that i am FOREVER rotating in my head at unfathomable speeds. i read this for the first time and put my head down on the table and went "fuck!!" in delight and agony. it's a cycle it's a loop!! just try again and it'll totally go different this time :)))) there is no tragedy inherent in this story :)))
🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings
HUH. gonna give myself some variation in fandoms here, and say that I am a firm believer that ms. emily kaldwin and ms. alexi mayhem had a variety of increasingly homoerotic sparring matches over the years about which emily lived in blissful unselfawareness and alexi suffered every goddamn day.
❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?
HMM. See, normally all my dream themes and plots for fics are things I just have in the works in the future, because yknow! If I can dream it, I can do it! That said: starbreaker grad school dark academia is one of those fics, and I WILL get to it someday. dark!orym au is another, because I have VERY SPECIFIC TAKES on how it would go down. and a third one is time loop fic series for the bg3 companions, bc i have Thoughts.
🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing?
answered a bit here, but I'll add onto this that musical theatre (Les Mis, Falsettos, Great Comet, SO many more) and audio dramas (Wolf 359! Penumbra Podcast!) all live rent free in my mind and frequently make their way into my works. I love varied formats!
🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here
okay so I am giving myself a temporary exemption from this based solely on the fact that I woke up #ill (it'll be fine, I'm just unhappy about it lol) BUT. i will update this space with the aforerequested 50 words when I am in fact Less ill. mark my words.
Tw- I don’t think any apply, but let me know if there are some!
summary- Janus wakes up and takes Remus from a call, then Roman and Logan have a 1 on 1 chat.
Chapters- 1, 2, 3, 4
Janus woke up two hours later and gasped, quickly disconnecting.
‘Hey?’ Virgil asked in DMs.
They rubbed at their face, then tried to sit up, not having the energy to really.
‘You okay?’
‘I’m gonna shower.’ Janus typed, still curled up in a ball.
‘That’s good. Are you big now?’
‘You saw me sleep, didn’t you?’
‘That doesn’t answer the question, Dee.’
‘Janus*.’ Janus corrected.
‘You’re still avoiding the question.’
‘I’m old enough to shower.’
Virgil sighed and nodded to himself, ‘fine, just be careful.’
Janus finished that conversation and went to Patton’s about 20 DMs of him finding the character limit and using it to send the most amount of “I love you”s or heart emojis that he could. Janus sent a single heart back and Patton sent a blushing emoji, making them smile.
Janus finally went to shower and dealt with everything, washing their face too. They got dressed in the most comfortable outfit they could and went back to bed, flopping back on. They grabbed their computer and hopped onto the group world with Roman and Logan still playing. Janus joined VC with them and hummed a greeting.
Logan and Roman said their usual hellos, now more quiet than usual.
Janus laughed gently, “I’m not like that anymore. I’m fine.”
“We know.” Logan still said in a soft voice.
“Remus is though.” Roman shrugged.
“Oh.” Janus mumbled, trying not to make too much noise with their keyboard. Janus checked Roman’s pronouns again quickly, then hummed, “is he okay?”
“Oh yeah.” Roman shrugged, “he’s just watching me play.”
“Hiiii, Dee!” Remus laughed, “good deedee?”
“Mhm.” Janus hummed something.
Remus nodded and rubbed at his own eyes, “summer sucks!”
Logan hummed, “yes, its much too humid.”
“Pollen can go bye bye.”
“No, Remus, it can’t. Nothing can re-”
“Bye! Bye!”
Roman started laughing, “chiiiill! Give me a minute to enjoy being the older brother.”
“You’re noooot!”
“Now I am, though.”
“Noooo-” Remus held back laughter.
Logan hummed, “I mean, mentally, he is the older brother.”
Janus faked a gasp, “Oh, dear, It seems you no longer have that point in your favor.”
“That’s stupid!” Remus whined, moving in a way that would make Roman’s character fall off a cliff, knocking him down to half health.
“Remus!” Roman jumped and gently nudged Remus, “cut it out.”
Janus hummed, “Remus, do you want some extra attention as the little brother?”
“Uh-huh!” Remus started clapping.
“Can you join on your phone so we don’t have to deal with these, hm, how should I say it?”
“Nerds!!”
“That’s the word,” Janus agreed.
“Hey!” Roman and Logan both said at once.
Janus laughed and called Remus on discord, which Remus answered and went to another room.
Roman went to the AFK spot by the mob spawner while he rubbed his own face, humming a bit. Logan and him weren’t the best at keeping up a conversation together, but just sitting here on call was enough for him.
“So you regress too?”
Apparently it wasn’t enough for Logan, though.
“Shush.” Roman rolled his eyes, messing with his own fingers.
“Roman, I think almost everyone regresses in the server, you don’t have to worry about it.”
“Everyone except you? That’s a bit hard to believe.” Roman snapped back.
“You’re either suggesting someone is faking it or that I am hiding it?” Logan continued chopping down the trees they needed for wood, seemingly bored.
Roman took a moment, then started clicking his bracelet against the desk, “No. I’m… It’s different, you know.”
“How?” Logan gave a dry laugh, “Because you’re annoying?” He teased, knowing Roman didn’t mind.
“Because I’m the server manager and- Logan, you’ve already heard how intimidating I apparently am.”
“Which only confuses me more, you don’t want to be imposing, but you don’t want to show your softer side?”
“Exactly!” Roman nodded to himself, “I have to be soft enough for the princess to let me save them, but not too much that they fall in love with me, you know. That isn’t safe, you know.”
Logan sighed, “What if I help?”
“Help what?”
“Help you take care of yourself while you regress.”
Roman hesitated for a moment, “Logan-”
“Well, I am close enough that I could just go over there if you need that.”
Roman ran a hand through his own hair, “you aren’t driving over here to deal with that of all things.”
“I’m sure Remus would happily pay for the gas.”
“Loooooo-” Roman whined, “Come oooooon-”
Logan tilted his head, “What?”
“You’d get here at like 5 am.”
“You say that like you won’t be up after that.”
“Shush.”
That got a smile and chuckle from Logan. “No, unless you have any actually sincere things to say against it, I will be coming over. Now, what things do you need?”
Roman ran his fingers over his own bracelets, “I’m probably going to- you know- before you get here.”
“That’ll be okay. I can stay on call with you if you wish. I don’t want you to have to regress alone.”
Roman nodded, then got out of the afk area. “You sure?”
Logan logged off and started grabbing things to stay for the weekend, “Roman, you haven’t been doing well. If you need someone there in order to be better, then I’ll happily help. Humans need social interaction, you can’t be completely independent. Understood?”
“Mhm.” Roman pet himself, “got it.”
Logan nodded, “I’m probably going to be silent most of the way, just fair warning.”
“Don’t care.” Roman started working on his farm, focusing on that.
“I’m on my way.” Logan sighed, and made sure everything was ready, then went to his car, getting in, connecting it to the car, “What shall we do when I get there?”
Roman hummed happily and tapped on his keyboard more, “I have coloring books.”
“What of, dear?” Logan asked softly, making Roman giggle and hum, then start ranting about all of the things they would do.
Hey! If you want to see my new writing for MCYT agere, its over on @dsmp-agere-stuff Its just started so there’s not much there, but I will try to post on it as often as I can, along with this story on this blog.
This is an example of some bio writing work for my Red Dead Redemption Online character Eve.
Name: Eve (Last Name TBD)
Short for Evelyn but hates being called by her full name. Comes from her Irish ancestry and named after her deceased aunt. Comes from Aibhilín or Éibhleann, the latter can be derived from the Old Irish óiph ("beauty.")
Alternate nicknames include Evy/Evie which she went by as a child but doesn’t like to be called that anymore.
Also uses the aliases Eliza or Rose and after arriving Lemoyne she may use Rhode as a last name.
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Lesbian (Unaware)
Appearance
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 180lbs
Eye color: Green
Hair color: Red head/Ginger
Has always been on the skinny side but after running away her increased activity leaves her often more on the underweight side. She tries to maintain a healthy weight despite her higher metabolism.
Often wears her long red hair in a braid either down her back or over her shoulder.
Prefers wearing loose work shirts and pants with mens boots. In general prefers more masculine apparel but isn’t opposed to occasionally wearing a dress or skirt when in an appropriate situation. She does like mixing up her outfits and has a variety of feminine and masculine apparel, often enjoying wearing nice vests when she can afford them.
Her main outfit consists of a black cowboy hat, red work shirt with a sash around her midsection, basic black pants, black boots, red leather work gloves and a red and black poncho gifted to her by her friend Reyes. She wears a black gun belt covered in an assortment of useful items.
Personality Traits: Kind, Stubborn, Determined, Bit Naive, Quiet
Likes and Dislikes
Likes
Animals
Good food
Comfortable clothes
Being out in nature
Warm weather/summer
Gathering plants or animal samples
Harriet
Dislikes
Having to kill (humans or animals, does it out of necessity)
Poor meals
Being cooped up indoors
The cold/winter
Alligators
Men who assume she should be grateful to be hit on
Family (Living)
??? (Father)
Catherine (Mother)
??? (Eldest Brother)
??? (Middle Brother)
??? (Younger Brother)
Savannah (Previously Claire)
Friends
Wes
Reyes
Faye?
Harriet
Trelawny?
Nazar?
Skills/Work
Eve’s main skills revolve around her witchcraft and animal handling. She’s also an incredibly good cook thanks to her mother and those she’s traveled with. She picks up recipes from all over and has a knack for figuring out what’s missing in a dish just as much as she can sort out what she might need in a particular potion. She seems to have a natural connection with animals as well, able to quickly bond with any horse she rides and often can calm horses she doesn’t know relatively easily.
Eve’s witchcraft mostly revolves around making potions. She does like to make trinkets and talismans as well but she puts more faith in producing potions. She generally avoids rituals and sacrifice as it makes her uncomfortable and she doesn’t like the feeling of possibly calling on devils. Eve’s potions are generally more for improving one’s body such as numbing the body to pain or increasing stamina and improving your sight. She has carefully tested some potions with her horses, finding ways to vitalize them much like herself.
With firearms Eve’s main choice is rifles with short to medium scopes. She can use a pistol/revolver but most of the time prefers to use her rifle without the scope instead. When she isn’t pressured or panicking she’s a great shot but her accuracy greatly decreases the more she panics. She’s also pretty bad at riding or driving and shooting and usually prefers to ride shotgun on a wagon. Sometimes she can fire off several crack shots at enemies heads, killing each in a single shot but other times she panics so terribly she can’t even hit their bodies.
Thanks to Reyes she becomes pretty decent with a bow as well but usually only uses it in hunting for stealth kills. She’s okay with it from horse back but like her rifles is far better when still on a horse or on the ground.
Her skill hunting animals varies, oftentimes she tries to shoot from horseback either to kill with rifle or bow or attempts to tranquilize with her varmint rifle. Due to how erratic and at times small her targets are she has a far harder time making clean kills and sometimes even just hitting the body with the tranqs. She’s gotten incredibly good at tracking animals but unless she gets a solid shot standing still before it runs away (or attacks) she typically fails at getting a clean kill. Eve usually tries to avoid doing hunting, preferring to focus more on managing samples for Harriet. When she does hunt it’s usually more for cooking or if she needs ingredients/materials for other things. She will assist in hunts if needed for the gang but otherwise likes to put her skills to use elsewhere.
Backstory/Past
Eve was born to a relatively affluent family far north of New Hanover. (Traveling to Saint Denis is a several day trip south.) She has three brothers who were brought up to take over her father’s business. As their only daughter Eve was raised under relatively strict parenting. While her brothers were allowed to come and go more freely Eve was often stuck at home or only allowed to go out with her family. What little freedom she had came after she was 15 and she was finally allowed her to go on brief horse rides around their land alone.
Age 15-16: Eve stumbles upon an old leather journal belonging to her great grandmother. It was hidden away in the attic of their home in an old trunk with the last remaining heirlooms of her mother’s side. The pages were worn and frail from age and much of the scrawled handwriting was in gaelic. Eve struggled with translating as she wasn’t as fluent as her mother but she manages to translate most of it. The journal mostly contains accounts of her great grandmother’s life. Mixed in amongst the crumbling pages were recipes and notes on what Eve could only think of as potions, spells and rituals. Eve keeps the journal a secret from her family, carefully translating the contents over to a new journal of her own. Outside of working on the journal she also explores in the forest trying to identify plants. She accidentally poisons herself a few times but fortunately never too seriously and her mother doesn’t catch on.
Age 16-17: Eve discovers an old abandoned cabin deep into the woods beyond her family’s estate. Over the course of the summer she slowly begins cleaning the inside and converting it for her own use. She begins using her riding trips sneak away to the cabin and soon even does so at night. She gets caught coming home once by one of her brothers, thankfully the most understanding one who doesn’t ask questions and instead just helps her get the horse put away and back in bed without being noticed.
Age 17-18: Potential suitors begin approaching Eve but many end up getting the message she’s not interested and eventually move on to other women. Her mother and father are frustrated by her lack of interest in men. Soon Eve unfortunately catches the eye of one particularly stubborn man who becomes incredibly enamored with her. She repeatedly turns him down and this frustrates him as he knows she would be well off and would make a beautiful wife. He begins to become obsessed with her, believing he deserves her. The suitor is used to getting his way, being a slick and charismatic businessman.
Age 19: Eve is in her cabin when suddenly the door bursts open. She grabs for her shotgun (in case of predators) and aims it at the intruder. It turns out to be the suitor from town who refuses to leave her alone. After he mocks her and tries to tempt her into marrying him he causes her to panic and she shoots him in the abdomen. He falls flat on the floor of the cabin, blood spilling from the hole in his torso. Eve barely collects herself after retching onto the floor, covers the body in an old blanket and then buries it in the back. She changes clothes, takes her horse (Deseray, a blood bay arabian) and runs away.
Her family never finds out about the murder, they do eventually suspect the suitor had done something but doubted she eloped with him after so many refusals. A widespread search commences but they never pick up any sign of her and eventually it’s called off. They mourn for her loss and pray that she’s alive and well out there somewhere.
After the murder Eve makes it a town or two over before stopping and gathering herself. Still horribly shaken she decides to head towards Saint Denis as a backup plan. If everything goes wrong she has family there and can contact her parents or brothers if it comes to it. At least she knows the area and how to get there. For a brief while she barely scrapes by in the wilderness before falling in with some Irish travellers on their way to Rhodes. She takes up work cooking and caring for their horses while traveling with them.
Eve learns how to better survive on the road thanks to them and is finally taught how to use a gun properly. By the time they part they gift her with a beautiful cob and point her in the direction of a man named Trelawny. The mysterious con artist gives her work to help her survive and helps her get setup at Rhodes stables with her two horses. Trelawny is the main person who teaches Eve how to talk her way out of issues or use her innocent appearance against others. While she’s still relatively naive and unfortunately a little too trusting he helps sharpen her senses and skills.
At some point Eve runs into Harriet and picks up work sampling and studying local wildlife. She doesn’t really understand it at the time but while working for the animal enthusiast Eve begins developing a massive crush on her. (Mostly because she’s never been in love or crushing on someone.) Despite Harriet’s eccentricity the pair get along incredibly well (though most of it is Eve listening to Harriet wax on about animals and how horrible hunters are.) She ends up sharing her knowledge of natural remedies and concoctions, delighting Harriet and helping her with developing her sedatives, revivers and so on.
At some point Eve ends up running into Reyes at a saloon after both end up so drunk they start hitting on people of the same sex. (Eve at the time is still unaware that she’s lesbian.) They get thrown out together and Reyes invites her back to his camp to continue drinking. The pair have a good time, mostly downing more alcohol, singing, dancing and howling at the moon. Eve ends up messing up some of her clothes and Reyes gives her a spare poncho to wear. Eve makes a joke while drunk that since they match they’re the “Happy Ponchos” now. The two pass out before sunrise and in the morning she convinces him to let her tag along.
Reyes ends up teaching Eve how to hunt more efficiently and the best way to use as much of an animal carcass as possible. She continues to sticks around him like a lost puppy and learns more than ever before, becoming incredibly proficient in using a bow thanks to him. Eventually she even manages to craft a bow made of antlers from her best buck kill with his help. Through Reyes Eve also runs into her cousin Claire who has since left home and changed her name to Savannah.
holy shit im about to finish writing chapter 3 of clean up in ailse 108 and some of the shit i wrote five months ago is both genius and very offensive what the fuck was i doing
If I have the energy and this gets enough reblogs, this will be a multi-chapter fic. For now, this works as a stand alone.
tw- none, ask to tag
Summary- Virgil is stressed and wants a way to calm down. Dee offers some help through teaching Virgil how to regress.
Other chapters- 1, 2, 3
“Do you have another pickaxe?” Virgil asked over call, curled up in his chair, fixing his mic.
Dee hummed, then threw one at Virgil, “yes, yes, did you forget sticks again, Virgil?”
Virgil pouted in a way that was almost audible and made Dee laugh. Dee had only been a part of the discord and minecraft server for about six months, but Virgil was already so easy to read and it felt like they had known each other just as long as Virgil knew the others.
At the moment, the group needed resources and Virgil never liked going mining without someone nearby, so they hopped into a call and found the nearest cave, then started digging.
“How many diamonds?” Virgil asked, loudly tapping on his keys just gently enough that they didn’t actually press down while he did so.
“Twenty.” Dee took a breath, “Virgil, are you alright? Your tapping’s getting off…”
“Oh-” Virgil shook his head, trying to shake himself out of it, “Ju-”
“SHIT!” Dee shouted suddenly and took out their sword, then ran over to Virgil and tried hitting something, but Virgil’s character was already dead by a creeper.
Virgil let out a yelp and tensed his whole body, then tried un-tensing but it was no good. He sat there for a moment, not really hearing Dee. Dee had to ping Virgil on Discord to get his attention.
“Sorry-”. Virgil hit respawn and let out a little whine at not being where his bed had been. Which was almost too far away to walk.
“Virgil, do you wanna get off? We can mine later, dear.” Dee sighed, “You don’t seem well.”
Virgil just went quiet, swaying, then tried to keep his fingers out of his mouth as he logged out, “Yeah, sorry, I should probably sleep.”
“You got up three hours ago, either you need some vitamin D or you need to stop lying.”
“My name isn’t ‘TheDeeceit’ on discord, now is it?” Virgil let out a dry laugh. “You know how pale I am, there’s no D in me.”
Dee hummed and shook their head, “Virgil, do you want to talk about this with me, someone else, or nobody?”
Virgil started tapping on his keyboard again, “It’s just stress. Just regular ol’ stress. I should be able to deal with it in a HEALTHY way, but noooo-”
“And Roman is the melo-dramatic one?” Dee waited a moment, “That was rude. Okay, have you tried any healthy coping mechanisms?”
“I don’t even know any,” Virgil leaned back in his chair, “i just want a minute where i’m not thinking of the 6 hours of straight work I have to do-”
Dee laughed, “Straight! Dear, you couldn’t go a minute being straight.”
“-every single day. I just wanna think ‘hey, I got this done today’ and not ‘hey, I have a million other things to do tomorrow and this thing I did today.’”
Dee hummed clicked their tongue, “so, a distraction?”
“That’ll just make me feel g-” Virgil covered his face, “Know what? Yeah, sorry, I am just being dramatic.”
“Virgil, I’m your friend.” Dee started, “I want to help you. I do. You aren’t being dramatic, just listen, okay?”
Virgil rubbed his lips with his index finger, then nodded, “alright, I’ll listen.”
Dee started typing something, then sent it to Virgil by DM, “this is the one I’m most familiar with that will work for you. Meditation and exercise clearly won’t work with all of the gears in your head, so let’s take a look at this. You tell me if you want to try this.”
Virgil went to the link then started looking through. Dee read it out loud while Virgil followed along.
After the article was done and read, Virgil just rubbed his face more, looking down at the keyboard, “so, uh-” Virgil closed his eyes, “I just act like a baby and it’ll make me feel better?” he snorted gently.
“If you want to simplify it that much, then I suppose.” Dee clicked their tongue again, “It’s more of a head space. A room for thoughts about play and juice boxes, where bad stresses aren’t allowed. Usually, people just go through it when stressed automatically, but you can make yourself go through it when you want to.”
Virgil took a breath, “promise not to tell anyone?”
Without warning, Dee pulled up their camera and made sure they were in frame and that Virgil was watching. Dee always had a different yellow or black sweater with a pattern every time Virgil saw them. It was nice, considering how bad Virgil was with faces. Dee and the twins looked similar enough that if Dee didn’t wear the yellow, Virgil would absolutely fuck it up ten times a day. Virgil started thinking that maybe Dee did it to help him.
Dee held up their hand in a way to swear to Virgil, “I promise to not tell a soul, Virgil.”
Virgil let out a shuddering breath, then nodded, “how do we do this?”
“I’d get your phone and get in bed. Do you have any old plushies?”
Virgil disconnected from the call, closed the computer, then grabbed his phone, reconnecting, “Yeah, a few.”
Janus nodded, “alright, Virgil, we can either go the route of you watching a cartoon and letting yourself be a baby to it or I can just talk to you being a baby.”
Virgil nodded and did finger guns to himself, “Avatar.”
Janus snorted, “I think a show with a few less war crimes would be best for a first time.”
Virgil blew a raspberry.
Dee hummed happily, then blew a raspberry back.
Virgil huffed in fake offense and blew another one.
“Oh, so it’s a war, Vivi!”
“Yeah, it is!” Virgil started blowing as many raspberries as possible.
Dee let him win and hummed once Virgil stopped, “Vivi, how’re you feeling?”
“Like my head’s swaying.” He rubbed at his eyes, “but in a nice way.”
“That’s amazing, Vivi.” Dee started humming whatever disney song they heard Roman sing last.
Virgil tapped his nails on his teeth, then looked at the phone, “I t’ink I’m little.” He mumbled and curled up more in the bed around his bat plush.
Dee cooed softly, “that’s so good, dear. Just relax, Vivi, mommy’s here.”
Virgil nodded and kept blowing little bubbles with his mouth, then made kissy noises with a shy smile.
Dee took a breath, “you’re too cute, dear. Absolutely adorable.”
Virgil closed his eyes, “tire’.”
“Are you really?” Dee asked softly.
“Mhm.” Virgil started sucking on his thumb, making Dee smile, “then I guess it’s nap time. Goo-”
“MMM!” Virgil whined and shook his head.
“I’m sorry baby, what do you need?”
Virgil messed with his tongue to try to get it in the right place, then tried talking, “‘tay til I slee’?”
Dee took a moment to decipher that, then nodded, “mommy is gonna stay right here, baby. Do you want mommy to read you to sleep?”
Virgil nodded and listened to Dee.
Dee took a breath and started reading Harold and the Purple Crayon, which made Virgil fall asleep almost immediately. Dee finished the story, sent to the others that they couldn’t finish the mining trip and not to bother Virgil, then went to go let themself regress.
Caregiver Virgil and a regressed Logan or vice versa? Please?
tw- Logan’s tongue is mentioned a lot, a dentist is vaguely mentioned once
summary- Logan regresses and Virgil takes care of him. Pretty short and sweet
Logan sighed and stared at his phone, then let out a whine.
Virgil looked up and set his phone to the side, “come on, what’s wrong?” Then sat next to Logan.
Logan stuck his tongue out and dragged his shoulders up.
Virgil smiled a bit and pet Logan’s hair, “I got it. Got it. Just stay here, I’ll take care of you.”
“D’eally?” He asked with his tongue still out, moving it so it sat nice on his lips, not moving past against them.
Virgil nodded, “Sippy cup, right?”
Logan moved his tongue in a way that apparently said yes, then curled up on the couch more. Virgil threw a blanket on him, then went back to getting the sippy cup,
Logan sat there, playing on his phone, then suddenly gasped and went to a specific app. He had missed his streak and now he missed out on… Well, nothing really. This game was made in a way that you could go a month without doing something and get right back into the swing of things. The daily rewards didn’t build up over time, so reasonably, there was no reason for Logan to be upset. It didn’t even tell you in any way that you missed a day.
But he was. He was getting so good at the game and it was the first game he had ever gotten himself to play longer than a week and he had missed a day of it. He realized how dumb his situation seemed and started bouncing to try to calm himself, whimpering.
Virgil rushed over once he saw, “Lo? Lo?” He got on the floor in front of Logan, “Logan, what’s wrong?”
Logan just shook his head and placed his phone down, then hid it under the couch cushion. He tried to explain with his tongue out, but Virgil clearly wasn’t getting any of it. Logan let out a loud whine at that and put his tongue back in, “my steeek-” he just pouted,
Virgil took a moment, then sighed and got up next to Logan, then handed over Logan’s sippy, “How about we set an alarm for you to play your game so that doesn’t happen again?”
Logan lit up and nodded, then curled up into Virgil’s side, smiling and happy at the idea now, but still bouncing. He shoved his tongue back out when he finished the the sippy, then flopped into Virgil’s lap.
Virgil dragged the baby up, then kissed his forehead.
Logan kept jumping, eyes wide and expecting.
Virgil laughed, standing up with Logan in his arms, then kissed Logan’s head a few more times, until Logan gestured for Virgil to stop.
Virgil nodded and set Logan on the ground, “Wanna get our toys?”
Logan gasped again and shook his closed fists hard.
Virgil went to get the treasure chest, then came back. Logan grabbed the mini bead maze that they would have at dentist offices, then laid on his stomach, starting to help the little beads across it.
Virgil smiled and laid down on his back next to Logan, looking over and mumbling compliments every so often. Logan just scooted closer at every one and tried to get cuddled.
Virgil caught the point and hummed, “you’re really good at that game, huh?”
Logan laughed and wrapped an arm around Virgil, “Playliss?”
“The little one?” Virgil pulled out his phone.
Logan leaned on VIrgil more to say yes.
Virgil turned it on, then honestly tried to stay awake, but ended up asleep before the first song was over.
It took Logan about twenty minutes to realize, then smile and get up to get a pillow and blanket, then put both on Virgil and snuggled up to him. He kissed Virgil’s forehead and mumbled some sweet words, then fell asleep in Virgil’s arms, comfy and safe.
Agere Virgil with cg Logan? Maybe doin something with space?
Astronaut
TW: lots of mention of needles (go past the -----), low blood sugar, mention of high blood sugar
Summary- Virgil is diabetic, his pod expires and his sugar goes low, causing him to go little. Luckily, Logan is there to help, then calm him down.
Virgil was curled up on the couch, listening to the annoying little noise of his pump begging to be turned off and refilled. He was too close to slipping, though, and seeing a needle would probably send him over the edge, which would be not fun to deal with while little. So, he was stuck, just trying to distract himself with a little game. Then, his pump started screeching in a way that hurt Virgil’s ears so much that he covered them and curled up, starting to tear up. He hated it. He hated it. He hated it so so much. It was so loud. It shouldn’t be that loud, it wasn't that urgent. It wasn’t. It was-
Logan was suddenly in front of him, turning off the pump so it could be replaced. Logan disappeared out of Virgil’s sight, which only scared Virgil more. He shakily tried to stand up, babbling and having trouble staying up. Logan ran back over and helped Virgil sit back down, then pressed juice into his hands, “you’re low, Virgil.” He whispered, “Just drink from your juice box. I’ll take care of it.” Logan gently kissed Virgil’s forehead in a soft way, then pulled away, still looking concerned.
The more Virgil got low, the less he cared. He could be nearly falling over and still not ask for help because it stopped seeming like such a big deal. Logan, on the other hand, was the other way around. The more he saw how weak Virgil got, the more scared he was that that would happen and he wouldn’t be there to help.
Virgil was just glad he wasn’t high. Pumps always hurt when they first get put in and little him would throw a fit about it.
Speaking of, in Logan’s search for a new spot, Logan had pulled Virgil’s sleeve down in a way that made Virgil squirm. It was too too cold for his shoulders to be out and he whined because of it, tearing up more and trying to bounce.
Logan cooed to him, trying to calm him, then placed the pump on Virgil’s stomach before standing up. He helped Virgil stand up, then started rocking with Virgil as the needle was inserted.
Virgil babbled with tears into Logan, shaking and balling his hands into fists.
Logan took a soft breath, then pet Virgil, “it’s okay. I know it hurts. It’s okay. I’m here.”
Virgil rubbed his nose on Logan, then tried to hug Logan tighter.
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Logan took a breath, “Let’s go play in the star room, okay?”
Virgil heard the word ‘star’ and immediately tried walking upstairs, before being stopped by Logan. He needed to get higher before he even attempted those stairs, but Virgil wanted to go play in the star room now. Logan took a moment to think of a compromise. He picked Virgil up and took a breath, “Patton has some star cookies up there still, just be still.”
Virgil took a little breath through his nose, then relaxed, drifting into Logan. Logan took a moment to sway with Virgil in his arms, then went upstairs, to the room filled with little star things everywhere. It was Logan’s room, but little Virgil always called it the star room because of just how many little star plushies Logan had scattered around.
Logan went over and set Virgil on the bed, then handed over some star shaped cookies with jam toppings. Virgil was shaking with happy at how good they looked, breaking the cookies into smaller pieces before shoving all of the pieces into his mouth at once. Logan smiled at the cute action. He started petting the little, letting him eat. Logan stopped him at some point, which made Virgil scrunch his face up. Logan hummed, “Well, you have to have your mouth open to listen to me.”
“A’ makes nuh sense!” Virgil crossed his arms.
Logan hummed and laid down with Virgil, “then you need your mouth open for your pacifier.”
Virgil immediately lit up as Logan held out a blue pacifier with yellow stars all over it. Logan let out an amused laugh, Virgil clutching the pacifier close before shoving it into his mouth.
Logan made sure Virgil laid on his good side, then cupped Virgil’s face, “did you know black holes were stars at some point?”
“Beally?” Virgil mumbled against the nib.
Logan nodded, turning the light off and pointing at the ceiling, which was decorated with little light up stars, “all stars will either burn into other stars or turn into a black hole. Into something that creates or that destroys, eventually.”
Virgil grabbed fur covered stars, “eva’ ‘ou?”
Logan smiled, kissing Virgil’s head, “We will go on to create more things, Virgil, not destroy. Everything must remain balanced.”
“C’n I ga’t a new pain’cee’isss?” Virgil shoved his face into Logan’s neck.
Logan took a moment to decipher, then nodded, “We’ll get there. We will.”
Virgil lit up, “C’n i’ be ‘his shape!” He held up the star, moving his hands up and down happily.
And Logan didn’t have the heart to tell the cutie no. “We’ll see. For now, with the stars up, I think someone needs to go on a visit to them, alright?”
“Aso’nah’.” Virgil pursed his lips.
Logan set the pacifier to the side, then wrapped around Virgil, “yes, you're my little astronaut and I promise that I will keep you safe.
Then Virgil fell asleep in a pile of stars and Logan’s arms, happy and dreaming of being a little astronaut.
