#thatdashingmoron

[vxrgil]

@that-dashing-moron // 💔41 Virgil weakly knocks on the door of a house. He doesn't recall whose house it is, or who is inside. Upon the door opening, he tenses up, unable to recognize who lies within. "Ah... I'm looking for someone. A, er... His name is Oliver. Do you know who that is..?" Sadly, he doesn't realize that he's speaking to that very "Oliver". Or that he's his lover. Or that he's been deemed missing for weeks until now. Sad.

[xnnouncer-blog]

"You got a body too...?? N-no offense, mate, but why would you even need one in the first place?"

“You aren’t the only personality construct that was human at some point.”

[vxrgil]

  is this going to be like one of those communities where there’s like 5 versions of the same character, all unique and doing shenanigans, except this time two go by the same alias and virgil is in the corner conflicted about which one he’s gayer for

[vxrgil]

secret garden ;; closed w/ that-dashing-moron

v; tiger lilies ;; @that-dashing-moron ---------- "....there we go. All happy." A small figure muses, smiling at plants growing all around him. As a flower fairy, he definitely has a gift with nature. He's claimed an entire clearing of the forest anything non-human is confined to as his own place for keeping a garden. Six orange wings flutter on his back, like the petals of a tiger lily blossom. Little antennae not unlike the stamina of that type of flower come off his head and act like little tails. He's only four foot eight at the most. A rustling nearby causes him to jolt, small prickles forming off of flowery tattoos on his body as if he needs to defend himself. "Who's there?!"

[vxrgil]

I drew a gay scientist instead of finishing up some work - 10/10 way to procrastinate

omg ace this is so nice... thank you... what a tiny gay

[vxrgil]

Happy reunion? ; closed starter

@that-dashing-moron you don't have to match the length I just have tons of muse ;; Footsteps draw near his chamber. Ah, he's coming, he thinks. About time he gets curious about the change. He adjusts his position in the chassis. It's more like some kind of chair, a throne, with twisting cords connecting to various parts of his body, like his neck, shoulders, and back. Black and red quickly shifts to white and orange, his demeanor lightening at the thought of seeing that friend of his. "...ah, hey! It's been ages, yeah? Almost literally. Wheats, isn't it? Unless I'm not remembering that correctly... nonetheless, I'm guessing you were wondering why this place isn't so sadistic anymore. Am I correct on that?" He turns to face where Wheatley will be coming into the chamber, one leg propped over another, hands folded neatly in his lap, a friendly expression on his face. There's something gnawing at him deep in his mind. Something bad, something coming from that chassis. It's... nothing, right?

[ask-glados-anything]

There wasn't much to look forward to anymore. The days were dull, so achingly long and tiresome. Silence became a troubling thing, the clock's ticking became the loudest thing in the room next to her typing. So overwhelmingly loud, it took sheer will to keep pressing buttons, and keep Her eyes off the clock. Her hands would shake, and her eyes wavered, and she'd close her eyes before even looking at the time. Yes... The days were agonizingly boring. Tests would run, to Her own calculations as usual. The rates of deaths would slow... And yet, it seemed even longer. Why wasn't he here yet? She glanced at the clock when she heard distant footsteps, holding her breath as the doors opened behind her, and a cup of tea was placed beside her. She focused on easing the shaking, and her voice was surprisingly level. "Thank you lovely.." Oh how I missed you.

[rnainframe]

gay