Did anyone else notice Logan’s lip quivering when Thomas left his house???? Am I the only one????? I need someone who has the skill level to make a short video or gif to back me up here
it … it do be quivering a lil bit … ):
tHANK YOU!! He big sad and that make me big sad :c
As yall have probably realized- I’m not really modding this blog anymore. But I love it very deeply and I have no intention of deleting it any time soon. So I have decided to allow another user to mod this blog WITH me!
Fill out this form and I’ll pick one or two of you to help mod this amazing blog with me! I can’t wait to see what funny pictures and wonderful posts we make together. :)
The form closes tomorrow (Friday the 25th)!!!!!!!!
As yall have probably realized- I’m not really modding this blog anymore. But I love it very deeply and I have no intention of deleting it any time soon. So I have decided to allow another user to mod this blog WITH me!
Fill out this form and I’ll pick one or two of you to help mod this amazing blog with me! I can’t wait to see what funny pictures and wonderful posts we make together. :)
As yall have probably realized- I’m not really modding this blog anymore. But I love it very deeply and I have no intention of deleting it any time soon. So I have decided to allow another user to mod this blog WITH me!
Fill out this form and I’ll pick one or two of you to help mod this amazing blog with me! I can’t wait to see what funny pictures and wonderful posts we make together. :)
Hey, hey you- yes you- do you like Logan Sanders? Do you use discord? Well, why don’t you join the Logan’s Lowdowns discord! Its a discord server dedicated to our lovely Logic Sanders himself, full of appreciation, fan works, love, angst, and fun facts too! There are tons of people already on the server and a lot of chances for new friends and connections! We’re looking forward to seeing you there! (This link never expires so you can always join regardless of when you see this!)
I’ve made a Logan server, dedicated to our favorite nerd, Logan! It’s made to appreciate/talk about Logan Sanders! It has OTHER stuff as well, like general chats, the Logan’s Lowdown section, and all sorts of fun stuff! Can’t wait to see you there!
I know I’m a little late but how about that new Sanders Sides episode huh?
[Image Description: A torso up drawing of Deceit from the Sanders Side youtube series. He is yelling “I’M TRYING TO TEACH YOU A LESSON BUT IT’S LITERALLY IMPOSSIBLE” with an opened fanged mouth. His nose is scrunched up in anger. He is colored green against a grey backdrop, with darker green scales on the right side of his face. His right eye is a glowing yellow. He is wearing a collared shirt with a cape, and a bowler hat.]
I’m new at descriptions but I hope I did alright! If you have any tips or think I should change/add anything please let me know!
Panic flashed through Virgil as he reached out for Logan. Electrical storm? The fuck was that?
“–gil. Virgil? Are you listening to me? I need you to breathe with me.” Logan said clearly and put Virgil’s head to his chest. Virgil could hear his heartbeat pitter-patter against his ribcage. Virgil wrapped his arms around Logan’s waist and leaned into him.
“Are you able to hear me? Can you focus on me, Virgil?” Logan mumbled against the top of Virgil’s head, where he set his own.
“Wus happenin’?” Virgil slurred together. His panic attack had worn him out.
“It’s just a mere storm, I promise it will pass. People are usually unaffected by it but air pressure changes and it can sometimes crack the windows. You’re not trapped here, I promise.” Logan said as he started to sway Virgil, hoping to bring comfort. Virgil nodded seemingly unafraid now.
They stayed like that for a while. Swaying with each other, until Virgil stood on his tiptoes to hide in the crook of Logan’s neck, mumbling; “M'tired.”
“Then I’ll leave you be–”
“Stay, please.” He paused and then his eyes went wide as he stumbled backward slightly. “Not- not in that way I swear but I don’t like the- the storm and I’d feel better if you stayed– you don’t have to, we have this weird thing going on and I know I might be pushing it–” Virgil said in quick succession, while Logan stood there with his hands on his hips in the middle of the darkroom.
Logan interrupted Virgil with a “Let me go retrieve my sleepwear. You can walk with me if you feel unsafe.” Virgil opted to go with.
—–
Sitting in the same bed as Logan would’ve been awkward. It should be, at least. Logan was sitting on the end of his bed, not unlike the first time they met, while Virgil was leaned against the headboard. Logan was talking in-depth about the stars while Virgil watched on. A warm feeling settled in his stomach and he smiled. A soft glow edged around his eyes and Virgil had yet to notice that his face was glowing. More specifically, the freckles littering his face glowed dimly as he listened to Logan go on and on about the stars. Logan, though, had noticed. You see, when an Arteskian is in love or in an intimate moment, they may or may not have the gene to glow, perse. Logan already knew this and decided, in a moment of true brilliance or stupidity, to say;
“Can I kiss you?” He said, interrupting his own rant. Virgil’s eyes widened as he took in the information and it only took a moment before Virgil grabbed the collar of Logan’s shirt andyanked.
Their lips crashed together in an explosion of a million galaxies, Virgil even tried to pull Logan impossibly closer. Logan had his hands on Virgils hips while Virgil had his hands in Logan’s hair. Virgil kept pulling on it whenever Logan moved as if he’d pull away. Each time made Logan chuckle against the other’s lips. A little whine escaped Virgil’s lips when Logan pulled away. Both of their eyes were lidded and unfocused. Logan blinked a few times as Virgil gently yanked on his hair and whined.
“Logan,” he said, drawing out the ‘o’. Logan laughed once again. At this point, Virgil was in Logan’s lap. Virgil, realizing it was the end of their first kiss, decided to set his head in the crook of Logan’s neck.
“What made you ask that?” Virgil mumbled into his neck.
“Your face started to glow.” Logan said with a laugh, nuzzling his face into Virgil’s hair.
“Oh.” He moved away from Logan’s neck to yawn. Logan smiled.
“Are you tired?”
“Mmm. Yes, but I don’t want this to end yet.”
“I’ll be here as long as you want me here.” Logan said, smiling as he laid himself and Virgil on the bed.
“Ehhhh - mmm, nooooo, Logan.”
“Virgil, I’ll be here in the morning.”
Virgil glared at him as Logan looked down at him from his position on the bed.
“Do you promise..?”
“Of course. I promise.”
With that, they both made themselves comfortable under the sheets, and with Logan being the big spoon and Virgil the smaller, they drifted to sleep.
—–
Logan was the first to awaken. He woke Virgil with a kiss on the forehead. When Virgils face scrunched up, Logan planted another on his cheek. Virgil, now half awake, started to giggle.
“Logan-” He said in between giggles. “Stop!” He whined though he didn’t really mean it. Virgil smiled as Logan pulled away, possibly due to the fact that he said to stop.
“Good morning, Virgil.”
“Mornin’, Lo.” Virgil said tiredly.
And with that, they got ready for the day, much to both of their reluctance. They both agreed they would rather stay in bed with each other, lazily.
Two weeks passed in a blur. Logan showed Virgil how to pilot and Virgil taught Logan more Earth terms. (Yes, Logan was very happy about that.) When they had arrived at Arteska, that’s when Virgil could feel the anxiety start to bubble in his stomach. As the ship landed, Virgil was looking out the small window. Virgil could see golden fields and trees of all shades and colors, and a building coming into view… with a city right in front. The buildings looked almost like they did back home, somewhere smaller and others were bigger. Some places were clearly farmland but Virgil doubted he would know any of the food on this planet. As he pushed his face against the glass he noticed that the sky was an odd shade of purple. Almost lavender, but also blue. The ship shook as it hit the ground and that’s when Virgil snapped out of his daze of looking at the sky. Logan was already at the door with Virgil’s bags in his hands (He insisted that he take them all, this time.). He typed something into the keypad before he stepped back and watched the door slide open.
Logan beckoned Virgil to follow with a wave of his free hand. Virgil awkwardly followed behind, almost scared he wouldn’t be able to breathe in the air. Virgil stepped off the vessel before Logan and he looked around. They were clearly on top of a building of some kind. It was very tall. It made Virgil’s stomach twist. Logan stepped off the ship and the door closed automatically. Logan then led them across the roof to a door. Before opening the door, Logan turned his head and said;
“Welcome to Arteska, Virgil.”
—
Logan had stopped a person walking in the hallways and gave them Virgils bags. Logan started talking to him about where they go, while Virgil looked around. Virgil could practically feel himself shaking, and when he looked at his hands, he was indeed shaking. He could feel every breath and he screwed his hands into fists and shoved them into his pockets. While glaring at the floor, Logan had sent the person away with his bags and watched the struggle in the purple-haired boy’s eyes. He didn’t know how to properly ease his companion so he awkwardly held out his hand. Virgil glanced at it and he slowly took one of his hands out of his pocket and grabbed the other man’s hand. Logan looked satisfied and started to walk again.
After five minutes, Logan stopped in front of a door. A door with an actual handle, this time. Logan knocked with is freehand and waited a moment. Virgil unconsciously let go of Logan’s hand and hid behind him instead. When the door opened, a tall man with glasses, a vest, and a pink tie smiled at Logan.
“Hello, sir.”
“Hey-a Logan!” The man said, rolling on his toes. He glanced behind Logan and saw the deep brown eyes staring curiously back at him. With a glance at Virgils eyes, both knew who the other was.
“Virgil?” The man said, his smile becoming softer.
“…Dad? Emile?” Virgil said, stepping slightly to the right. Still touching Logan’s shoulder, but more in eye line.
“Logan, can you leave us?” Emile said, without looking at Logan. Logan only nodded and gave Virgil a look; “It’ll be alright.” And he slowly walked away, down the way they came. Without Logan, Virgil felt much colder and smaller.
“He is a very kind young man if I do say so myself.” He said. Before stepping out of the way and allowing Virgil into the room. When Virgil stepped in, he noticed the tall armchairs in front of a fireplace. While the fire crackled, Virgil heard Emile move to sit in the armchairs. Virgil watched uncomfortably while he waited for direction. Virgil was noticing now more than before that Logan wasn’t there. Logan was a constant, he had been for two weeks.
“Hey, munchkin? You can sit down.” Emile said, gesturing to the chair. Virgil hesitated for a moment before he slowly made his way to sit down on the chair. It creaked as he sat down.
Emile smiled, not at all resembling his mother’s smile, and deep down, Virgil could almost sense a small amount of familiarity. “Want to tell me a little bit about yourself?” Emile questioned with a small tilt of his head. Virgil blinked and slowly shook his head and said, “You first.” as he pulled his legs in front of his torso and hid behind his knees.
Emile chuckled, “That’s fair.” and he launched himself into the beginning of a long conversation.
—
Logan walked down the hallway with his hands behind his back. The clack of his boots rattled off the walls and back into his slightly pointed ears. He’s walked these halls hundreds– no, thousands of times before, and not once has he felt like this. The churning in his gut, sweaty palms, getting distracted… was he ill?
—
“Well, my name is Emile Picani, and uhm…” he paused, and Virgil could almost feel his eyes on him. “Are you okay?” He questioned. Virgil only nodded. Virgil had his eyes firmly fixed on the floor.
“Hey, munchkin, can you look at me?” Virgil looked. He didn’t really understand why, but he did. Was it because the older man’s voice had changed from cheery and excited, to soft… concerned..? Now looking at the older man, Virgil noted the fact that Emile had… blue, lightning blue eyes. His skin was a light pink, almost the shade of blush. Light grey freckles littered across his face. White hair framed his face, and when Virgil blinked he could’ve sworn that some of the hair glittered a lavender color. Virgil saw where he got his hair texture from the slightly wavy hair Emile adorned on his head.
Virgil smiled. “Sorry, the past few weeks have been stressful.”
—
Logan had made it to his room, which was luckily right next to Virgil’s. He was stood in front of the mirror. His skin wasn’t discolored, he didn’t feel particularly sick at the moment, and his stomach was settling. He ran his hand through his hair, letting out a breath. He was a smart man. He could figure out what was happening to him. …Right?
