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that1theatregirl
Logan: Sorry to disappoint, Virgil, but you do not have a “mean look”
Virgil: Oh please, I’m sure I have a mean look! I’m sure it makes people quiver in their boots!
Logan: If by “people” you mean “adorable baby kittens”, then yes. Before they wobble over and lick your face.
Virgil: [glares daggers at Logan]
Logan: Aw, look at all of the kittens coming over! How adorable! [laughs]
virgil you’re so precious when you try to be scary
wicked-delights
Patton is more so- loving shadow monster/boogeyman like thing.
Roman is kind of based on the creatures from ‘Where the Wild Things Are’
I couldn’t decide on what colors Patton should have for his skin and hair- so oops there are 4 versions !!
Roman has a lil pouch filled with dreams and nightmares and Patton’s glowing eyes and heart are able to help people or stop people from sleeping.
galaxy-lilies
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i have honest to god never seen a santa clause reaction gif in my entire life
OH MY GOD
sandersfanders
Idiot
Fool
Stupid
Logan flinched at each thought as if it he had been physically struck. He had no control over these thoughts, and couldn’t combat them with logic
Too stupid to combat anything with “logic”
Can’t argue anything, idiot
A know-it-all who knows NOTHING
Logan was surprised to realise he was crying. Crying! As if emotions had ever solved anything for him
Crying doesn’t help
Anger doesn’t help
Emotions don’t help
That’s why he had forced away his emotions.
That’s why he has turned to logic and facts
That’s why the others and he never got along
No one likes you
No one wants to talk to someone as stupid as you
You’re no help to them
That was true, Logan knew. But he kept trying and trying and trying.
And he kept failing and failing and failing
Well no more
He’d stay out of their way now
He wouldn’t comment on anything
He’d help when asked of course
But he’d stay away as much as he could
Straightening his tie and then his glasses, Logan resolved to be quieter and less annoying from now on
It was for the best
nekoabi
Virgil’s chilling, curled up with his headphones and phone.
Logan’s chilling, reading his newest book.
Patton’s chilling, doing some baking in the kitchen.
When suddenly, Milkshake begins.
Roman appears, dancing in a fairly suggestive manner.
No one stops what they are doing.
Remy enters, making his way past Roman to a chair at the dining table. As he passes, Remy gropes Roman.
It’s a normal Tuesday.
Thank you @didsomeonesayprince for your helpful input.
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Roman: Ok I need you to start crying.
Patton: How do I do that?
Roman: I don’t know, just like think of something sad.
Patton: Ok-
Patton: *starts tearing up*
Roman: Yeah! Just like that! What did you think of?
Patton: *sniff* the third Pokémon movie-
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A/N: This is a fic I wrote based off of this post. The person who posted it changed their name and I’ve lost track of them, so um, if you recognize it as your post, please let me know so I can give you credit.
There will be a part two, but it might be awhile before I get to it since I’m a bit burned out on this fic and I have other ideas I want to work on.
And as always, thanks to @virgilisaneternalmood for proofreading.
Warnings: major character injury, abusive deceit
Pairings: Platonic Prinxiety, Platonic LAMP
For a moment, Virgil stood frozen as the sword that had been meant for him plunged into Roman’s flesh.
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Every Friday afternoon, Patton was known to stroll into the kitchen for a snack. Sometimes one of the others would be there too, but most times he was by himself. Either way, it was always a peaceful time for him.
One day, he entered the kitchen in a particularly cheerful mood, only to encounter Virgil sitting at the counter and scowling at him. He came over to the anxious Side with a concerned expression.
“Hey kiddo, what’s going–”
“What were you thinking earlier?” Virgil interrupted, gripping Patton by his cardigan.
“Whoa, I–what?” Patton pulled away from the other’s grip and straightened himself out.
“With the homeless guy,” Virgil continued.
“Oh yeah, wasn’t that so nice of Thomas? I’m sure he’ll get some nice dinner tonight,” Patton chirped.
Virgil just stared at his best friend incredulously. “You talked Thomas into giving him twenty dollars!”
“Well, yeah, why not? He had a twenty on him, he wasn’t gonna use it for anything, why not give it to someone who needs it more than we do?”
“Patton, we pass by homeless people every day. If we gave every one of them $20, we’d be broke within a matter of weeks.”
Patton’s face fell. “I just thought it was something nice to do,” he said softly.
“Well, maybe next time you should think a bit more carefully,” Virgil snapped.
Moments later, the other two entered the kitchen, and Virgil perked up. “Logan! There you are. Tell Patton that giving out money to homeless people just like that is ridiculous and irresponsible.” He pulled Logan into the room by the arm, glaring at Patton.
Patton gave a tearful glare back and got up to pull Roman over. “Roman, tell Virgil here that doing something nice for others is the correct and noble thing to do.” He shot Virgil a particularly cold glare.
From opposite sides of the room, Logan and Roman exchanged startled glances. They looked at the other two sides, who were still clinging to their respective arms, and frowned.
“Okay, look, I think both of you guys are being a little unreasonable here,” Roman pointed out.
“I concur,” Logan said. He turned to Virgil. “Both you and Patton bring up some compelling points, but based on what you both have said just now, as well as my own understanding of what happened this morning, I am inclined to say that neither of you understands the reality of the situation.”
Virgil pulled back. “So you’re saying we’re both wrong, then?” Patton glanced at Virgil and nodded. He pulled away from Roman and crossed his arms.
“No, I’m–” Logan stumbled. “I’m not entirely sure what I’m saying. Philosophically speaking, both of your positions are valid. Which of them applies to what happened this morning, however, is what we need to hash out here.”
“So then one of us is right?” Patton responded.
“I–” Logan looked to Roman helplessly.
Roman looked around at the other three Sides. “Okay, look, whatever’s going on here, it’s not a good time to have this conversation. Why don’t you guys just go to your rooms and cool off, and we’ll all talk about this later, okay?”
Logan nodded in agreement, and Patton and Virgil gave each other dirty looks as they retreated into the hallway.
Once they were gone, Logan and Roman glanced at each other again and moved to sit on the living room couch, bewildered.
“What–what just happened?” Roman asked.
Logan shook his head. “I’m not quite sure. But I think we should try to solve it.”
Roman nodded, and the two sat on the couch in silence as they thought.
Finally, Roman spoke up again. “What if they had a chance to let off some steam? Physically, I mean.
Logan raised his eyebrows. "How so?”
Roman just gave a smile. “I have an idea,” he said. “Give them both a few more minutes and then see if you can convince them to come to my room.”
“Oh, well…okay then.” Logan shrugged and got up.
–
Ten minutes later, Logan knocked on Virgil’s door. “Hey, are you alright?” he asked from the hallway.
Virgil came up and answered the door. “What do you want?” he asked cautiously.
“Well, to put it simply, I want to help. And so does Roman. To be perfectly honest I don’t entirely know what’s going on, but Roman just told me he had an idea and that you should come to his room.”
Virgil stepped out into the hallway, but hunched his shoulders. “Is Patton going to be there?” he asked quietly.
“I would assume so, yes.”
Virgil gave a glance towards Patton’s closed door. “He seems pretty angry,” he said.
Logan frowned and leaned against the wall, ushering Virgil away a bit further so that Patton would be out of earshot. “Are you angry?” he asked.
Virgil sighed. “I’m not angry, not really. I’m just stressed. I don’t like the idea of Thomas going broke but I don’t think I’ve ever seen Patton that upset, either.”
Logan nodded. “Well, in any case, I trust Roman. Whatever idea he has in mind, I’m sure he’ll be able to help you two figure it out.” He smiled and put a hand on Virgil’s shoulder. “I promise.”
Virgil gave a weak smile back, and made his way to Roman’s room. Logan stood for a minute to make sure he went inside, and then he made his way to Patton’s room.
He knocked on the door, and Patton perked up from the other side. But, he didn’t get up.
“What?” he asked angrily.
“Patton, it’s Logan,” the logical Side began, trying to sound calm. “Can I talk to you?”
Patton got up and swung the door open. “I don’t know, can you?” he snapped.
“Roman and I have talked things over, and we’ve decided that we want to talk to you and Virgil together. Is that okay?”
“That depends. Which one of us is right?” Patton growled.
Logan just shook his head. “As I told you before, neither of you is completely right or wrong. But what really matters is, there’s no need for one disagreement to ruin your friendship with Virgil.”
Patton stood in his doorway for a moment, folding his arms again. Finally, he gave up. “Okay, fine.”
Logan stepped aside, and they went across the hall to Roman’s room. When they got inside and Patton and Virgil locked eyes, the two immediately got angry again. They started to approach each other, but Roman stood in between them.
“Alright, listen up,” Roman began. “Both of you are clearly really angry here, and it’s no secret that there are some things we need to resolve. So I have decided to help you get out some of that energy by taking you to…”
He snapped his fingers dramatically.
“A playground.”
Patton and Virgil looked around, dazed. Roman wasn’t lying, it was definitely a playground.
Logan shot Roman a skeptical look. “This was your big plan?”
Roman just smiled and waved Logan away. He took a red bouncy ball and tossed it towards Patton.
“Okay, here’s the plan. You two are going to play catch while you talk things out more. That way you can get out your energy in a more constructive way so that the conversation itself will be better.”
The other three Sides glanced among one another, and shrugged.
“Okay, sounds fair to me,” Virgil said finally. “Let’s play catch then.”
He motioned for Patton to throw the ball over to him. “So like I was saying earlier, your decision to make Thomas give the homeless guy twenty dollars was not a very smart one. What exactly were you thinking, anyway?”
“Well, he was just so cold and hungry. I felt bad when I saw him sitting there and I just wanted to help,” Patton said defiantly.
“Okay, so there you go. You weren’t thinking, that’s the whole problem. You only did it because you felt bad.” He bounced the ball back.
Patton frowned. “Well, yeah, sure I did. What’s your point?”
“My point is that that’s really dangerous,” Virgil said, now a little more gentle. “The more you convince Thomas to be a nice person, the more people will take advantage of that. People out there can prey on nice people like Thomas and end up exploiting him.”
Patton’s heart sank. He looked off towards Logan and Roman, who nodded as if to say that Virgil was right. He tossed the ball at Virgil’s chest.
“But people are nice though. They wouldn’t exploit him. I mean, think about all the friends he has! They’re nice people and they help him out all the time! And Thomas probably wouldn’t have known those people if he hadn’t been nice to them in the first place,” Patton argued, his confidence growing again.
“Patton, come on now. That doesn’t apply here. The chances that Thomas is going to find a new friend in a homeless person are ridiculously slim. Yes, there are good people, but most random strangers you meet on the street are not, and if you don’t learn the difference between those two then you’re going to run into a lot of trouble.”
Virgil bounced the ball back to Patton. Patton caught it in his hands and looked down at it. He bounced it up and down a few times, deep in thought.
“Pat…are you okay?” Virgil asked carefully as he approached him.
Finally Patton looked back up. “I know what this is about,” he said icily. “This is about you being stuck in your own ways and not wanting Thomas to do anything new and exciting.”
Virgil widened his eyes, and Logan and Roman exchanged startled glances.
But Patton kept going. “But hey, I get it,” he went on, his voice dripping with condescension. “It’s your job to keep Thomas back. Everyone knows that. You’ve always been the bad guy; that’s old news. I won’t fight you on that, I’m just saying–don’t expect to win this.”
The other three stared at him in shock, and then Roman came forward. “Patton,” he said firmly, “that was way out of line. And this is coming from me. What on Earth got into you?”
“Oh, so now you’re the nice one?” Patton snapped.
Roman softened a little and stepped forward, extending his hand to put it on Patton’s shoulder. But then Virgil spoke up.
“Look, he’s not wrong, okay?” he said miserably. “There’s no use trying to fight him on it.”
“Virgil…” Logan cut in, but Virgil shook his head and moved from the asphalt to the jungle gym.
“But he has the right idea,” Virgil went on. “If I want to stop being the bad guy then I ought to stop caring about everything so much. And I can do that. See?”
Just then, he climbed to the top of the monkey bars and boldly walked across the top of them. He then sat on the last one, and proceeded to swing his legs over so that he was hanging from it upside down. “See? Look at me! I’m totally carefree now,” he called out.
Patton looked up at him and narrowed his eyes. He picked up the ball again, and chucked it straight towards Virgil’s head.
“Whoa, guys, let’s break it up here!” Logan exclaimed. He jumped in front of Virgil and caught the ball before it hit him. “I don’t think either of you is listening to what the other is saying.”
Patton crossed the court and approached them, still angry. “Why did you block my shot?” he growled at Logan. He was about to lunge towards him, but Roman came over and held him back.
“Okay, look,” Roman began as he joined Logan in the middle, “maybe in retrospect this scenario wasn’t the best idea. I thought this would help you get some of your aggression out, but it seems that it just made you more aggressive instead.”
Logan nodded in agreement. “Seriously, look at yourselves! You guys are best friends.”
From where he was hanging, Virgil finally met Patton’s eyes and frowned. Patton stared back at him, lip quivering.
Virgil glanced to the other two, who nodded at him, and he began, “Patton, I–”
But then suddenly he lost his balance, and the next thing he knew he was hanging by only one knee. He reached up and grabbed the ankle that was still hanging with both hands, and tried to pull himself back up, but instead he was just left dangling precariously with his free leg sticking out. In a matter of seconds, he was on his way down, and on instinct Patton ran forward to catch him.
The two of them sat on the asphalt, catching their breath, and Roman snapped his fingers again to bring everyone back to his bedroom. Patton and Virgil looked around.
Patton looked down at trembling guy who was still in his arms, and jumped up suddenly. “I don’t know why I did that,” he said, putting his hands up.
Virgil propped himself up on the floor. “Hey, it’s alright. I probably shouldn’t have jumped on the bars like that anyway. I think we both just got wrapped up in our own heads a bit.” He stood up and opened his arms for a hug, but Patton just stared at him blankly.
“No, I mean, I don’t know why I caught you,” he said bitterly. “I shouldn’t have done that. Catching you didn’t serve me in any way whatsoever, and it would have been better for you if I’d let you help yourself. All I did was make it easier for you to make dumb decisions in the future.” He folded his arms and turned away, tearfully.
“Patton,” Logan said as he approached him, “I get the point you’re trying to make. But there are a lot of reasons why what happened just now is a lot different from what happened this morning.”
“I don’t see how,” Patton muttered as the first tears began to fall. He continued staring straight ahead, gritting his teeth and taking shallow breaths. Logan met Roman’s eyes, and the latter nodded. Logan put a tentative hand on Patton’s shoulder.
(DON’T REBLOG THIS AS IS, I DON’T KNOW HOW TO OVERRIDE TUMBLR’S MAX LENGTH RULE BUT I’M GOING TO POST THE REST AS A REBLOG TO THIS POST RIGHT NOW…SORRY.)
teacupfulofstarshine
that1theatregirl
Logan: Sorry to disappoint, Virgil, but you do not have a “mean look”
Virgil: Oh please, I’m sure I have a mean look! I’m sure it makes people quiver in their boots!
Logan: If by “people” you mean “adorable baby kittens”, then yes. Before they wobble over and lick your face.
Virgil: [glares daggers at Logan]
Logan: Aw, look at all of the kittens coming over! How adorable! [laughs]
virgil you’re so precious when you try to be scary
