Bothersome Beast, Comforting Friend

Happy bday to our emo boi 💜

Bonus:

The Slippery 4

Word Count: 726

Characters: Virgil, Remus, Deceit

Pairing: Dukexiety

Rating: T+

Warnings: Tentacles, implied cannibalism, implied murderous intent, Sexual Situations

Based off this headcanon by @zombie-teeth

Virgil wasn't known for being terribly cuddly, sure he enjoyed it now and then, but it was rare to find him snuggling with anyone for hours on end. But he couldn't exactly get away from his loving duke's embrace. That's why Deceit found him lounging on the couch with his boyfriend, Remus, holding onto him like a koala, fast asleep, with his 4 main tentacles idly wiggling behind him. The quiet hissing between the disgruntled emo and the teasing snake didn't bother Remus at all.

"Say one word about this to anyone and I will cover your library in webs. And if I piss myself don't you dare hold it against me." Virgil threatened. Deceit smiled at him and shrugged. He wasn't making any promises. He strolled back to his room with a smug air about him that made Virgil growl.

That's when a slick tentacle snuck behind him and gently caressed his neck. Virgil glanced at it with raised eyebrows and smirked.

"Thanks Nero, you're such a thoughtful lil wiggler." he chuckled and gently ran his fingers over the smooth appendage. He had to laugh at how it twitched and went limp on his shoulder, heating up as if it could blush. 

A different tentacle wrapped around his chest and snaked its way up to his cheek. Someone was jealous!

Virgil giggled and turned his head to press his lips to it. The delicate kiss against one sucker was just enough to make the tentacle jolt back and go rigid. This one had to be Tiberius, the flirty one.

"Don't think I forgot about you, Tiger." Virgil purred. At the pet name, Tiberius collapsed like a wet noodle on the couch and floor. He had to laugh, Remus' tentacles had a minds of their own, and they usually thought about Virgil. It was flattering and down right adorable usually. But they were still part of Remus, so if the tentacles went limp, Remus' grip would loosen too. All he had to do was make all of them relax, and that was a problem.

The other two tentacles were a little bit more daring. Commodus maneuvered its way around his thigh slipping behind him to get into his pants. Elagabalus slid in his lap and got very frisky. Virgil bit his lip and let out a loud frustrated groan, this was not helping his bladder problem, and causing a slew of other issues. Fortunately, Remus sleeping on him was one problem solved.

"Commie! Laggy! No!" Remus snapped and let go of Virgil to pull them back. They drooped in Remus' hands like guilty children.

"You do not get touchy like that when I'm asleep, unless you're touching me! Did Virgil say you could do that, hmm?" 

"Nope." Virgil answered, gently removing Nero from his shoulder.

"No? Then why did you two think it would be okay?!" Remus growled. Commie and Laggy curled into themselves out of shame and retreated into his back. Remus let out a sighed and carefully ran a hand down Virgil's cheek. 

"Are you alright, Scare Bear?" he asked. Virgil took his hand and brought it to his lips, making Remus blush. Leggy and Commie were in big trouble.

"Thanks, Ree. You saved me from the onslaught, like a knight in slimy armor. But armor isn't your strong suit." Virgil hummed and let the duke's hand fall gracelessly to his side. He smirked at the flustered side and winked. That sent Remus' heart into overdrive—a crooked smile and a little flirting should not be enough to turn Remus Sanders to mush! 

"No wonder they got frisky, you're a tease!" Remus laughed despite himself. Virgil shrugged and flashed a wicked grin.

"If teasing the tentacles wakes you up, then I'll be sure to do it more often." he said and moved to get up, "It's easier than clawing my way out to get to the bathroom." 

"No! Come back!" Remus whined, "I want to cuddle with you—naked if possible!"

"No." Virgil hummed on his way out, "But you can come to my room, get caught in a trap, and I could eat you like the little snack you are." 

"You sly wolf spider." Remus purred, "I'll see you there!" And all of his tentacles jolted back to life. He was so lucky to be able to call that catch of an emo his.

@bexxbeauty you asked to be tagged?

Breathe

Virgil can't breathe.

Warnings for choking, brief mention of blood, loss of breath, accidental (maybe) murder, and character death.

No dialogue, lots of introspection.

Virgil can't breathe. He can't breathe and it hurts so bad and his lungs are heaving to try to get even the tiniest amount of air in them and coming up with nothing.

His hands scrabble at his throat, instinctively trying to do something, anything, to allow him to breathe again, despite knowing it wouldn't work.

He wheezes with all that's left in him, hoping against hope that someone would come, that someone would hear him and help.

But no one was there, and no one would come. They were all downstairs, enjoying themselves, cuddled up together on the couch and eating Patton's signature popcorn and watching Disney. No one would even think to look for him until he didn't show up for the next video, and that wasn't scheduled for a few days.

No one would even know.

Virgil can't breathe. He can't breathe and his lungs are starting to seize and his vision is black around the edges and everything sounds fuzzy. His heart is pumping faster than it's ever been before, loud and strong enough that if it goes any faster he fears it would burst.

He chokes, bloody saliva dribbling out of his mouth, leaving dark, sticky trails down his face as he leans forward, his entire body fighting for even one breath of air.

And then it's calm, suddenly. He's lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling, which has little stars painted across it. The others had helped, Logan making sure everything was accurate and Roman adding his own creative flair to everything and Patton just being the most amazing being in the universe.

He still can't breathe, but it doesn't seem like such a big deal now that his body's stopped fighting, having finally accepted it's fate and given in.

He idly wonders if Janus knew this would happen. Does he know that his little spell had kept Virgil from breathing at all, or does he even care? Is he sitting downstairs, watching Disney and eating popcorn and laughing, all the while knowing Virgil is slowly choking to death, or does he simply not know?

Virgil would never know the answer to that.

Time was seeming to stretch out forever, each second taking an eternity. Was time really moving that slowly? It seems like he should have been dead long ago, but instead he's still here. He hadn't even known a body could just give up like this. He'd never heard of it happening, at least.

Virgil can't breathe. He can't breathe and his vision is almost gone and he can barely hear anything. He can't feel the floor under him and the stars have disappeared from the ceiling.

He's dying. He's dying and no one knows and he isn't sure if they'd care if they did. His body has all but given our and he's only going to be alive for the next few seconds.

Virgil is dying, and for once in his life, he isn't afraid.

The last thing he knows is hearing laughter from downstairs, and his last thought is about how much he loves them and how he hopes they're happy.

Here’s something else I made, Reblog if you are anti maps

I literally can't stop laughing at this

I continue to use my editing powers for the greater good.

Six Trillion Years and a Month

(Yes, that title is based off of the vocaloid song "A Tale of Six Trillion Years and a Night")

T.w(s): Characer death, no happy ending, injuries, a brief mention of the coronavirus going around (like one sentence)

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A small splash of a small stone into the lake could only be heard by the forest, and a small boy.

It would be followed by birds chirping their sweet songs, and a wistful breeze as the sun rose above the treetops.

The woods were huge, that was obvious. They took up most of the land that the village owned, and they were all too loving and kind to chop it all down.

Good. The boy liked that.

He had been given many names in the past, either from families or legends. Although, he was settling with the name Virgil for now. Or, Vee for short, he guessed.

People knew he existed, he was a citizen of the kingdom just like everyone else. That was not good.

The reason for that being was the village elders being able to recall conversations and moments that they had had with the boy ever since they were kids themselves. So, sadly, his identity and appearance had been changed a few hundred times.

This made people doubt that he was the 15-year-old adolescent he had claimed to be for, literally, eons. Six thousand, actually.

At first, Virgil considered himself to be blessed. That was understandable. It made it a lot easier to block out that the fact he was in no way, shape, or form, human.

He himself didn't even know if he was an animal. Although, when he thought about it, he realised that he sounded stupid.

Well, it was safe to say that Vee was secretly old, very old.

When doing a calculation or two, maybe even older than the universe.

Let's not have an existential crisis about multiverses and al that jazz, and accept that this child was 6 trillion years old.

He is immortal, anyway.

Technically, he was still 15. He had completely stopped aging when he reached the specific age, when his entire family died on his birthday.

Even though he wasn't able to be harmed in almost anyway, and unable to die, that didn't save him from the psychological torture of watching all of the human friends he had somehow obtained dying in front of him.

To him, an average human's 79 year lifespan was a flash of time. So small that he had to physically stop himself from recoiling when one if his teachers told him.

Realizing he'd spaced out remembering the last 6 trillion years completely clearly, the boy decided to head down to the market. Maybe there would be come interesting things on sail.

Virgil had been on earth for around 2,000 years, and the knowledge and morality of humans still amazed him till this very day.

Adjusting the wooly hat on his head and opening his wooden basket, the ancient being's eyes sparkled at the little jewels and trinkets inside. Along with the huge stash of pure golden coins, and a credit card. (Of course, there was a wallet too, but I hope you could guess that.

Vee had never stolen anything for a long time. The last time the hands of the man had taken something that wasn't his as his own was some food his dad had made, when he was still alive.

Every single coin and piece of jewellery was earned by continuous hard work in all different types of jobs over the last two millennia. That was one of his only weaknesses, fatigue. No breathing, food, heat, sleep, or water needed. Although he still used and did all of those things, as they made him feel alive. It was also to stop the suspicions of the mortals living alongside him.

Closing the basket and making his way back to the town, he checked the time on his phone (he was lucky to be able to figure the technology out quickly).

Thu 19 March, 2020.

Well, that helped plummet him back into reality. About the corona thing and all that.

Walking along the trail back into the village took about 5 minutes, and it wasn't like he was complaining. It was a little sunny for once.

That didn't mean it wasn't chilly, sadly.

Even though he was older than the predicted age of the Universe, it didn't mean he knew everything. This was vivid when his eyes didn't catch the shadowy figure hiding behind a tree with a camera.

Though, he would soon. And by soon, I mean a month.

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This was the angsty Virgil centric I was talking about, I hope you like it!

Words: 788

(When/if I make this a whole fic, it'll be so much more angsty)

Reblog if you can speak, read, or at least kinda communicate in more than one language.

All of the St. Valencringe cards I made for the CRK server contest!

Idk who would even use these, but they’re all free to use with credit lmao

Yet another video of me and my friends messing around -v-

What's the most outlandish misspelling you've ever made that had you convinced that you have no brain, head empty for a moment?