Superheroes AU. Roman, Patton and Virgil are a team of good guys who fight against Evil (Janus and Remus). They get Logan to work for them with like hacking and getting important information from the villains. But Janus tries to convince Logan that he deserves better.
I wrote this in a bit of a hurry because I have schoolwork to do but I also want to procrastinate so I just translated this part of a daydream I’ve had for a while into words. So sorry if it’s not great.
Title from Not What I Meant by dodie.
warnings: Even though he has no dialogues, i made roman (and patton and virgil) kinda mean to Logan again. i’m sorry (not) but i’m not creative and it’s really the easiest way for me to make Logan suffer and want to move to the Dark Side lol
Logan walked inside the building as silently as he could, following close behind Anxiety. Prince was leading the group, with Morality by his side, Anxiety was just behind them and Logan was last, struggling to keep up with their pace while also staying quiet. He had a habit of bumping into things.
They made it through the back entrance all the way to the stairs without crossing a single person, Logan had made sure they’d come at an hour when the way would be empty, and he also disabled the cameras with which they could be spotted. At this point, Prince decided it was time to split up. Each of them would search in one of the four floors of the building, Logan got the second one. He followed the instruction and began exploring the labyrinth of hallways on his own.
He didn’t really want to participate in this. He did his best work from a safe distance, sitting down and staring into a wide computer screen. Alas, Prince said it was urgent that they found and retrieved the stolen relic before anything happened to it, and they needed Logan to cover the most distance in the least amount of time.
To “look in every room for the small, golden crown” sounded easy enough. However, Logan struggled to move fast while keeping quiet. It was hard to tell if he was making any noise through the pounding of his heart in his ears. He had never done anything like this. All he hoped was to not get caught. He prioritized being quiet over velocity, walking slowly and carefully.
He picked the lock of the third room in his second hallway and walked inside. The entire building was mostly empty and extremely clean in an uncanny way. The rooms in this floor seemed to be for offices, some bigger, with several desks and file organizers. This one was smaller; it was probably for storage. It had no windows, only illuminated by a yellow light bulb hanging from the ceiling. There was an empty shelf rack on one side and a few plastic containers of cleaning products on the floor. He crouched down to look for anything on the floor between the shelf and the wall.
As he did so, he heard the door close behind him. He stood up, but before he could turn around he was shoved to the wall and his mouth was covered by a hand in a yellow glove. Logan didn’t have to look up from it to know who had caught him. The yellow gloves were his signature. Logan breathed deeply through his nose, as much as he could, as the pounding in his ears returned. “You had one job,” he heard Prince’s annoyed voice in his head say.
Once he gathered the courage, Logan looked up.
He had read many descriptions of what Deceit looked like, his job was to research him and get inside his computer systems to allow the team to stop whatever he was planning. He had seen a few cryptic pictures of him, low quality camera footage. He knew he wore a black mask that covered the left half of his face, a bowler hat, a cape, and the famous yellow gloves. Still, all this knowledge wasn’t enough to prepare him to face the man in person so closely.
He was smiling. His right eye was brown, appearing completely normal, while the left one, behind the mask, was a vibrant saturated green, slitted like a reptile’s. Logan was captivated by both of them, so different and yet both had the same hypnotizing effect.
“You’re new,” Deceit said, with a low pitch that shook Logan to his core.
Logan just swallowed.
“You’re going to stay quiet, right, little mouse?” Deceit asked as he raised an eyebrow.
He was too frightened to even consider moving a muscle, let alone speak. He did his best to nod ever so slightly, never moving his stare from the criminal’s eyes.
“I know who you are,” Deceit said as he pulled his hand away, without stepping backwards, staying too close to Logan for his comfort. “You’re the one that has been meddling in affairs that are not of your business.” His tone was calm, but Logan could feel the threat in his gaze. “I know they got someone else because none of those airheads could even get close to the information you’ve been trying to find. I might need to improve my security.”
Logan knew he was lying. He might have been able to find some information, but nowhere close to what could actually be useful. He had the suspicion, but now he was in this situation it was confirmed that all he could find had already been laid out intentionally by Deceit. It was better than nothing, though, he reminded himself of that.
”Do they pay you?”
“No, sir,” came out of his mouth before he could think. Perhaps Logan’s brain had translated the intimidating demeanor of this man into an authority figure, and addressed him as such.
There was a moment of silence. Logan had lowered his gaze but he could still feel Deceit studying him. Suddenly, the villain took Logan’s hands in his.
“Strong fingers,” he muttered, rubbing his thumb over Logan’s knuckles, “do you play piano?”
“I code.”
“Right.” Deceit hummed, still staring and Logan’s hands. “What a shame… I could teach you.”
“What do you want from me?”
“Oh, nothing at all,” he sounded almost offended by the accusation. “I just wanted to talk and get to know the new team member.” Deceit let go of his hands slowly. Logan pulled them up to cross his arms as soon as they were free.
“You’re wasting your time.” Logan’s irritation was allowing him to become a little braver.
“Ah, you mean because of your friends? Don’t worry about them, they won’t find anything.” He said with a smirk.
Logan bit his lip, ignoring the urge to correct him about the others being his friends. Only Virgil talked to him sometimes. Prince wouldn’t even tell him his real name. Logan wished Virgil was here now, he always knew how to escape difficult situations. He looked towards the door, trying to figure out a way to get out of this.
“Waiting for them?” Deceit asked with a mocking tone. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Maybe they forgot about you.”
“They didn’t.”
“How are you so sure?”
He wasn’t. He stayed quiet as Deceit grinned. His fangs were visible, and Logan couldn’t help but stare at them. He wondered if Deceit was venomous as some kind of unknown superpower. There were never civilians around to witness when he committed a crime, people only knew of his appearance through rumors. He never needed any supernatural ability to defeat Prince and the others, who all had their own, but maybe he kept it hidden, just like he did with everything else.
“You know, if you worked with me I wouldn’t leave you behind.” He gently uncrossed Logan’s arms to hold his hand once again. “I would appreciate you for the brilliant gem that you are, unlike those ungrateful, egotistical attention-seekers.”
“Flattery won’t get you anywhere.” Logan said. He couldn’t deny, however, that he had thought about leaving the team before. They needed him, though. And he needed them, they gave him a place to live and he had nowhere else to go.
“How about some proof, then? Since you’re such a pragmatic guy.”
Logan looked into the other’s eyes in confusion.
“Here’s my proposal,” he said, lifting Logan’s hand from the wrist. Then he pulled out a pair of handcuffs, to which Logan reacted by trying to pull his arm back, but Deceit was too strong. He gave up before getting hurt. “I’ll leave, and give you three minutes to make a choice.” After closing the handcuff over his wrist, he leaned over Logan’s shoulder to cuff both hands behind his back.
Logan had to make an effort to pay attention to what the man was saying over the panic growing in his chest.
“I’m going to leave that door unlocked for three minutes. If you leave, then this never happened, but I will keep trying to show you you’re better off on my side of the equation, where your work would actually have an impact, instead of leading those losers to more humiliation.
“After that, though, the door will lock, and you’ll have a chance to prove me wrong. If your friends still look for you and find you here before the day ends, then it’s proved that they care, and I’ll leave you alone. I won’t even interfere with your attempts at breaching my digital storage.” He smirked again, as if reminiscing about having fun with that. “So,” he laid his hands on Logan’s shoulders and whispered in his ear, “do we have a deal?”
Logan wanted to ask what would happen if no one found him, but he felt like doing so would be admitting defeat, which the faint hint of pride he had left wouldn’t allow. He was already too embarrassed from how hot his face felt from Deceit’s touch. He simply closed his eyes and nodded slightly. As if he had any other option.
“Wonderful!” Deceit’s smile showed his fangs off once more, as Logan tried to control his tachycardia. “I’ll see you later.” He finally said with a wink, before swiftly walking out of the room and closing the door behind him.
The lock was electronic, Logan observed.
His immediate impulse was to run out and get away as far as he could. He didn’t even have to go back to the team of heroes, he could find somewhere else to go.
As he struggled to reach the door and turn around to try to hold the handle with his cuffed hands, anxious thoughts plagued his mind.
Could he go somewhere else? Would he constantly be haunted by Deceit and other villains he had worked against? He didn’t have any powers, he wasn’t even strong or fast. Who knows what they would do to him if they found him. Would he survive out there on his own, without protection?
Maybe he should just look for the others. But what if they had left already? From what he could hear, the hallways were dead quiet. Logan didn’t know how long it had been since he split up from the rest. They didn’t bring any electronic devices to avoid being tracked. What if they were still here but Logan got lost searching for them? People said it was best to stay in one place if you wanted someone to find you. But could he stay there doing nothing?
What if Deceit broke his promise and was waiting for him right outside the door? That wasn’t improbable given his name. Would he mock him for being a coward? Did Logan care about being a coward more than his own safety? What if he wanted to hurt Logan, not before playing mind games with him for a while? What would Logan do without help? Would he take Logan hostage and threaten his life to get away with whatever he was planning on doing today?
He stopped for a moment to think, resting his forehead on the door. This was supposed to be easy. They promised him it would be.
Maybe Prince, Morality and Anxiety would find him. They did need him. Even if they didn’t always voice their appreciation Logan knew he was a crucial part of the team now. Even if they didn’t care about him as a person they should at least care about what he could do for them. Perhaps they would save him just for appearances, so Prince could have his heroic act of the day, since they probably weren’t able to find the relic they were looking for. Maybe they were looking for him right now.
Logan breathed deeply.
Then he heard the click of the lock activating.
There was nothing left to do now. So Logan waited.
In a security room somewhere else inside the building, Janus was looking at the cameras’ footage with Remus sitting by his side. On their left side, Logan was now sitting on the floor, with his back rested against the door. On the right, the entrance to the building was empty. Prince and his teammates had left hours ago, showing no sign of planning to come back.
“How long till we tell him?” Remus asked, propping up his feet on the desk and leaning his head back on the chair’s backrest.
“I told him that he had until the end of the day, can’t break a promise.”
“But you do that all the time!” Remus whined. “Last week you told me I could buy some arsenic with our booty and then you took it all!”
“I simply saved it for later.”
“Yeah, right. And tomorrow there will be another golden snake statue of mysterious origins in your house.”
“Listen,” Janus said, dismissing Remus with a wave of his hand. “I have to teach him a lesson.”
Remus looked back into the camera, where Logan still sat in the same position as before. “What are we going to do with him after?”
Janus shrugged. “We’ll find him some use.”
Logan didn’t have any way of telling how much time had passed. There wasn’t even any natural light in the small room, it could have been night for hours already and he wouldn’t be able to see any difference.
He estimated that an hour had passed when he began trying to escape. He tried everything, breaking the handcuffs, breaking the lock, sliding his hands free, tackling the door, looking for something to deactivate the lock, to dismantle it, or turn it off… Nothing worked.
Eventually he grew tired, sat back down on the floor, in one of the room’s corners, and waited some more. His head hurted, there was a knot in his throat, his eyes stinged and his muscles were shaking. It wasn’t long before he drifted off, and was fast asleep before he could realize.
Later, he felt he was being picked up slowly. With one arm on his back and the other below his knees, Logan could faintly see Deceit lifting him from the floor and pulling him close. He let his eyes close again, and rested his head against the other man’s chest, letting himself drift off once more as he was carried out of the storage room.
He opened his eyes fully as they walked out through the main entrance. It was dark outside.
Deceit put him down to allow him to sit in the back seat of an old car. Logan couldn’t see anything outside, he didn’t know if it was because of the darkness of the night or if the windows weren’t fully transparent. He counted his breaths as Deceit moved to the front seat. The driver’s seat was occupied by a man in a green suit covered in glitter.
“Where are we going?” Logan whispered when the car began moving.
Deceit made eye contact with him through the rearview mirror with a jarringly earnest expression. “Home.”
⭐what a great day to remember to tag ur sympathetic deceit/deceit ships⭐
But seriously guys, please do make sure that you tag at the very least, “deceit” on the post, as there are people who are triggered by him. A few people I know has come across posts about deceit multiple occasions for that very reason. Especially this week, as from what I’ve heard it is sympathetic deceit week.
Be mindful of your fellow fanders and remember to tag deceit if he’s in the post, especially if it’s a sympathetic deceit post!
Exactly! I would go even further and say that we should tag accordingly:
A deceit friendly/sympathetic post: #sympathetic deceit
A deceit ship: #[name of ship] + #deceit ships
Some people want to see deceit works, but not sympathetic ones, and they need proper tagging to ensure that they don’t get triggered. Tagging is easy and free.
Oo! Yeah, I forgot to mention that
I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again:
Please also tag abusive deceit!! I hate getting any content where deceit is abusive or horrible to the other sides across my dash.
A lot of people ARE tagging sympathetic deceit, but next to nobody is tagging abusive deceit and it fucking sucks.
Hi, this is the op (on my other account). This post was made in the midst of “Sympathetic Deceit Week” and I was seeing a lot of untagged Sympathetic Deceit posts. This post is not about tagging abusive Deceit. This post was made for those of us that do not want to see Deceit-positive posts.
I have seen several people adding their opinions on Deceit to this post. It drowns out the original intent, and is a potential trigger to people who are reblogging this that don’t like Deceit.
It’s important to tag abusive deceit, but that is not what this post is about.
⭐what a great day to remember to tag ur sympathetic deceit/deceit ships⭐
But seriously guys, please do make sure that you tag at the very least, “deceit” on the post, as there are people who are triggered by him. A few people I know has come across posts about deceit multiple occasions for that very reason. Especially this week, as from what I’ve heard it is sympathetic deceit week.
Be mindful of your fellow fanders and remember to tag deceit if he’s in the post, especially if it’s a sympathetic deceit post!
Please remember this!
Wait a minute!!! Is the sympathetic deceit week and NOBODY TELLS ME???!!!
⭐what a great day to remember to tag ur sympathetic deceit/deceit ships⭐
But seriously guys, please do make sure that you tag at the very least, “deceit” on the post, as there are people who are triggered by him. A few people I know has come across posts about deceit multiple occasions for that very reason. Especially this week, as from what I’ve heard it is sympathetic deceit week.
Be mindful of your fellow fanders and remember to tag deceit if he’s in the post, especially if it’s a sympathetic deceit post!
Exactly! I would go even further and say that we should tag accordingly:
A deceit friendly/sympathetic post: #sympathetic deceit
A deceit ship: #[name of ship] + #deceit ships
Some people want to see deceit works, but not sympathetic ones, and they need proper tagging to ensure that they don’t get triggered. Tagging is easy and free.
⭐what a great day to remember to tag ur sympathetic deceit/deceit ships⭐
But seriously guys, please do make sure that you tag at the very least, “deceit” on the post, as there are people who are triggered by him. A few people I know has come across posts about deceit multiple occasions for that very reason. Especially this week, as from what I’ve heard it is sympathetic deceit week.
Be mindful of your fellow fanders and remember to tag deceit if he’s in the post, especially if it’s a sympathetic deceit post!
please tag abusive deceit too!! abusive deceit makes a lot of people triggered/ uncomfortable and if sympathetic deceit is tagged, then abusive deceit should be too.
Hi! I’m the op. The whole point of this post was so I would stop seeing sympathetic deceit posts and now y'all are putting it in the reblogs. Please stop.
“Alright, this question goes to… Logan.” Thomas said. Everyone was in the common room, shooting a video like always. Logan hated to admit it, but he really enjoys doing Q&A videos.
“What is it?” Logan asked, seemingly bored. Though honestly, he was enjoying himself.
“Oh, wow… don’t know if you’ll answer this one,” Thomas muttered under his breath.
“Just say it,” Logan said.
“Do you liiiike someone…?” Thomas stretched the word ‘like’ for more emphasis. “Or at least have feelings for someone?”
“Ah, emotions… the bane of my existence. I do not like anyo-”
“WHERE’S THE LIE!?” Deceit appeared all of a sudden, making everyone scream. Logan, however, knew he was going to pop up eventually.
“Oh, come on! I didn’t lie-”
“Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that.” Deceit waved his hand. “Now, what was the question?”
“Someone asked Logan if he liked someone,” Thomas said.
“Ah, right. Logan, who do you like?” Deceit asked. If Deceit was any honest, he would admit that he liked Logan a bit. Deceit liked to mess with Logan and randomly appear as well as interrogate him.
“Lying isn’t logical,” Logan stated.
“And logical isn’t lying.” Deceit said.
Logan’s eyes gave off the impression that he was confused. “Wha- what? What does that even mean?”
Deceit shrugged. “Beats me, you’re the one who said it.”
“I said 'lying isn’t logical’, not the other way around.”
“Oh, well exccuuuussse me.” Deceit put his hands up as if he was surrendering something.
“Can you just go?” Logan asked.
“Logan! Don’t be rude.” Patton said. Logan rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, making Deceit smirk.
“What is it, Logan? Don’t want me to spoil your… secrets?” Deceit narrowed his eyes and looked at Logan. Logan also narrowed his eyes and glared at Deceit.
“What do you know…?” Logan quietly asked.
“Enough…” Deceit muttered.
Everyone looked between them. Logan was glaring at Deceit, and Deceit was glaring at Logan.
“Um… should we give you two some privacy? I feel something happening between you guys.” Roman spoke up, making Logan and Deceit’s eyes widened.
“WHO WOULD EVER DATE HIM!?” They yelled and pointed to each other. They kept glaring at each other.
“Lying snake,” Logan muttered and sunk down.
“Emotionless nerd.” Deceit muttered and also sunk down.
Everyone looked at each other.
“Well, this concludes the end of this video- wasn’t that just interesting?” Thomas smiled at the camera and continued to do his outro.
AU Summary:A fall. A single fall. It may seem like nothing until it’s all consuming. What happens when the doctors struggle to diagnosis the disease responsible for Virgil’s rapid deterioration?
Characters: Virgil, Patton, Logan, Sympathetic!Deceit, and eventually Roman.
Pairings:Eventual Romantic Moxiety & Logince. That’s not to say other ships won’t arise ;)
Word Count:1251
Warnings: descriptions of medical procedures. This chapter examines how a blood sample is acquired.
Author’s Note: This serves as a short first and opening chapter for this AU.
Virgil cautiously eyed the swift swipe of pale green drapes separating his hospital bed from the next and listened to passing, tired foot falls and erupting chatter. He detected the shuffling of loose leaf papers; the pitter patter of mechanical rain; and bland, never-ending ringtones.
“Virgil Poole?”
Virgil tore his gaze from the poorly-maintained, flickering, overhead lights, “Oh- uh, yeah?”
“Sorry to have kept you waiting,” the nurse, swathed in pastel blue scrubs with black frames resting on the bridge of his nose, plunked Virgil’s charts onto the metallic bedside table before pulling up a chair.
Absentmindedly, Virgil’s fingers twitched and tugged at the loose, thin threads on his ebony jacket as the nurse cordially rehashed what Virgil had discussed with the triage nurse.
“-so, you’ve been experiencing some involuntary movements?”
“Oh- yeah,” Virgil shoved his fidgeting fingers into his pockets with a weak sigh, “I’ve noticed tremors in my hands and legs.”
“Were these-,” the nurse briskly peered over at Virgil’s chart, “sudden contractions the cause of your fall?”
“Yes,” Virgil sighed, bangs draping carelessly across his eyes.
“How long have you been experiencing tremors?” the nurse passed Virgil a sympathetic glance - the poor thing.
“A couple weeks now,” Virgil took a shaky breath, fingernails unknowingly digging into his sweaty palms, “that’s bad isn’t it?”
“Not necessarily,” the nurse rose slowly, placing a comforting hand on Virgil’s shoulder as he plucked up the clipboard with care, “I’ll be right back with a doctor.”
Once the nurse was gone, Virgil fiddled anxiously with his nimble fingers as people strode past his flimsy mattress. Left on edge, the crackling of the overhead speaker had Virgil snap his head in the direction of the noisy, drab notification summoning Dr. Wilson.
“Mr. Poole?”
“Yes?” Virgil peeled his uneasy gaze from the monochrome speaker.
Before him stood the altruistic nurse with a soft touch and two men fitted in jade scrubs under worn, white, physician coats.
“Thanks Patton,” one quietly and quickly addressed the nurse with a nod before his attention shifted sharply back to Virgil.
“Hi, I’m Dr. Dee Whittaker,” the doctor smiled as he gestured towards himself before introducing the taller man with black spectacles stood beside him, “and this is my resident, Dr. Logan Taylor.”
“I’d like to run a few tests to see what we’re dealing with.”
“What kind of tests?” Virgil eyed the two nervously through wispy strands.
“Well,” Logan glanced over at Dee for confirmation before continuing, “we’d like to run several neurological and physical tests to examine and review reflexes, balance, muscle tone, movement, and walking.”
“And?” Dee waited expectantly.
“And perform a venipuncture on the median cubital vein,” Logan profused, demonstrating exuberant knowledge like a Mensa scholar.
“In English, please?” Virgil grumbled, rolling his eyes and furrowing his brow.
“We’d like to obtain some of your blood for diagnostic procedures from the vein in the elbow pit, which is medically coined the cubital fossa,” Logan carefully rephrased his earlier statement.
“Whatever.., I guess.”
“With your consent, Dr. Taylor will retrieve a nurse to collect a blood sample,” Dr. Dee signaled with a wave for Logan to acquire a nurse that would conduct the procedure.
“Wait- What exactly are you testing for?” Virgil questioned with apprehension as he swept his lengthy, magenta bangs out of his vision.
“Neurodegenerative diseases,” Logan answered a little too mechanically for comfort.
“Like..?” Virgil bit at the inside of his cheek.
Another glance at Dee from Logan…, “Parkinson’s disease, Spinocerebellar ataxia, and Multiple Sclerosis to name a few.”
“And with a blood test, you can figure out if I have any of those diseases?” Virgil forced his lips together and crammed his restless hands back into his empty pockets.
“With a test, we can rule out diseases with similar symptoms. Without testing, we can’t determine what’s causing your ataxia,” Logan nudged his thick frames back onto the bridge of his nose with his index finger.
“How long will it take to receive the results of my blood test?”
“About a day if the snow misses us,” Dee roughly estimated, peering down at his studded wristwatch,”we’re sending your blood sample to a neighboring lab for examination.”
“Might as well get it over with.”
“I’ll get the nurse then,” Logan briskly shifted on his heel, hastily departing to find a nurse practitioner.
—-
“Patton, right?” Virgil fixed his gaze on the flimsy, laminated ID dangling from the nurse’s aerial scrubs.
“That’s right!” Patton grinned as he stationed the metallic bedside table within reach, wheels scraping against chalky tile. Atop the table, Patton positioned several needles, alcohol pads, evacuated collection tubes, and a tourniquet across a burnished, metal plate.
“Could you push up your sleeve and lay your arm facing up for me on the table?” Patton gestured kindly as he clutched the violet tourniquet.
“Will the.. uh.. jab hurt?” Virgil shifted in his seat, rubbing the back of his neck with clammy hands.
“Needless to say, no,” Patton giggled, hoping to put his patient at ease.
However, when Patton noticed Virgil chewing at his bottom lip, Patton announced that he would talk Virgil through each and every step before acting.
“I’m going to apply a tourniquet now,” Patton declared before diligently fastening a square knot above Virgil’s venipuncture site to occlude venous blood flow.
When Virgil flexed his fingers weakly, Patton frowned, “is it too tight?”
“I’m not sure,” Virgil admitted, grimacing at the sensation of his heart rate swiftly climbing under his skin.
“I can loosen it a bit,” Patton reached out with concern-laden eyes, and gloved finger tips brushing against Virgil’s upper arm.
“There,” Patton slid his index finger under the stiff knot to wriggle it loose.
“Could you try make a fist for me now?” Patton asked warmly, imitating the motion with his own hand.
And Virgil complied.
“I’m going to cleanse the area with alcohol now,” Patton began prepping the venipuncture site by gently wiping cool alcohol pads against Virgil’s pale skin.
“Okay-,” Patton delicately took Virgil’s arm into his clasp, “I’m going to insert the needle now, and you’re going to feel a slight pinch.”
Pulling the skin taut, Patton anchored the vein to keep it from rolling as he inserted the needle into Virgil’s median cubital. Virgil grimaced as his blood flashed into the catheter, filling the evacuated collection tube rapidly.
“Just one more tube,” Patton labeled the first sample before vigilantly depositing it into a transport bag.
Once the next tube was brimming, Patton methodically unfastened the tourniquet as the last volume of blood was drawn. Peering up at Virgil, Patton gingerly withdrew the syringe from his tender arm before gently applying a piece of stringy gauze on the weeping vessel.
“That’s all?” Virgil looked briefly at the bloody gauze pressed firmly against his skin.
“That’s all, kiddo!” Patton chimed, “Now, that wasn’t too bad was it?”
“I guess not,” Virgil grumbled.
“Now, in the meantime, I’m going to have someone admit you to the neurology wing of the hospital.”
Here’s your casual reminder that tagging Sanders Sides content with the “ss” tag or using that acronym in posts is a… bad idea. If you want to use an abbreaviation instead of the full name #tssor#ssides should be fine :>
I still see people doing that from time to time - mostly, because they don’t know it might be upsetting for other users - so I wanted to make more fans aware.
(I’ll gladly explain why it’s wrong, if someone doesn’t know, but I don’t really want to put that information in the original post so it doesn’t attract people who are into this kind of stuff… I can make it more clear in the notes.)
[I don’t like asking for reblogs, but it’d be nice if more people learnt about it.]
“Having Deceit for a boyfriend is like having a cat: he lives for snuggles, never comes when I call him, has glow in the dark eyes and leaves dead bodies on my doorstep.”
Interviewer: lets hear from another couple why they decided to take a stroll just before the snowstorm.
Roman: I’m waiting for him to start complaining his hands are cold so I can warm them up with kisses.
Logan: I did plan to stay at home but my roommate has stated Janus would get lost or frozen in the snow so I “need to walk him home” . I tried to point out how ludicrous it is but he has literally pushed us both out of the apartment and locked the door before i had the chance to argue.
I’m desperately ignoring the visuals of the music video because I don’t understand what’s happening XD
I’m ignoring the lyrics in favor of vibes
Please let me know if this needs any specific tags! Its pretty mild and cheesy but I’m never adverse to tagging things for my friends <3
—–
“Are we really going to do this?” Janus asked, for possibly the millionth time that day. Virgil rolled his eyes and continued carefully braiding the long, pristine, golden locks of hair in his hands. He chose not to answer, letting the other man fret in silence.
“Janny, it’s a little late to ask that now.” Remus’s nasally voice came from behind the pair; he was dressed in a decidedly tidy suit, and Janus watched his reflection in the mirror as he did his best to fidget and not muss himself up.
As much as Janus enjoyed his friend, they were taking professional photos later, which were expensive enough without having to edit out mud and whatever else Remus could cover himself with in a short amount of time.
Janus absently ran his hands over the bodice of his dress, feeling the careful embroidery of beads and lace. The texture was calming, and the look divine, of course. A careful galaxy of golds, purples, and reds, spread across a midnight blue expanse. An almost rainbow gas giant pulled from the sky and wrapped delicately around Janus’ lithe frame.
