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[Quick update]

Hey guys! Really sorry for the lack of new comics - I’ve been hella busy lately. My schedule is a bit all over the place right now, but I promise that I’ll do my best to post at least once a week! 

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Meet my new son!!! basically he uses his sweat to… uh… make clothes do stuff lol

More Love

   Prompt: This headcannon by @camp-sides

   Genre: Fluff. Compensating? Maybe.

   Pairing: Sort of platonic LAMP, sort of romantic LAMP, whichever you want. Also Moxiety, of the same flexible variety.

   WC: 630

   Warnings: None. Let me know if I’m wrong.

    Patton was getting better at telling the others when he was upset.

    Virgil was not.

    Patton stumbled down the staircase in the mindscape, waking up soon after one pm; He didn’t want to wake up yet, but he knew it was unhealthy to wallow all day. Besides, the thought of seeing the others made it worth it.

    Logan and Roman were currently missing, but Virgil was sat curled up on the couch, his hood pulled over his head, a blanket wrapped around his thin frame. The television was playing but he clearly wasn’t paying attention to it, occasionally nodding off and then snapping his eyes back open.

    Patton frowned. “Virgil? You okay, buddy?”

    Virgil turned his head vaguely in Patton’s direction. “Mhm. ‘Fine.”

    Patton slipped into the kitchen and came back out with two water bottles and a box of crackers. He sat across from Virgil, their ankles pressed together.

    “We shouldn’t skip meals,” Patton said. “Besides, it’ll probably help with our energy levels!”

    Virgil grimaced, but acquiesced, sharing the box of crackers and drinking half his water.

    After a few minutes of silently eating, Patton said, quietly, “I haven’t been feeling too good today, either.” He paused. “Do you know what’s wrong?”

    Virgil looked away. “What’s wrong with you?”

    He hesitated, but said, “I’m tired. You know, there’s been a lot to keep track of.”

    Virgil nodded slowly. Even though Patton didn’t prod, he swallowed and said, very quietly, “‘M lonely.”

    Patton almost smiled- This was something he could fix. Quite easily. He pushed aside the box of crackers and the water bottles and opened up his arms. Virgil looked surprised, but impatiently climbed into his lap, throwing his arms around Patton’s neck. Patton let one arm hook around his waist while his free hand gently rubbed the back of Virgil’s neck.

    They stayed like that for a while, before shifting to lay down, Virgil’s head on Patton’s shoulder and their legs tangled together. They fell asleep like that.

    Roman and Logan found them like that about an hour later. Logan smacked Roman’s arm before he could start squealing, and shook his head.

    “We need to get them to their bedrooms,” he said. “They can’t sleep for long periods of time on the couch.”

    “We shouldn’t wake them up?” Roman asked, surprised.

    Logan shook his head. “No, they obviously need the rest. Help me.”

    They went to the boys, Logan trying to ease Virgil into his arms and Roman trying to pick Patton up bridal style. It didn’t work- Both boys grasped tighter onto each other, Patton’s leg hooking around Virgi’s waist. Roman frowned.

    As he and Logan muttered to each other, Patton and Virgil slowly came to their senses. They were both awake, and knew the other was awake, but kept pretending. Neither wanted an excuse to get up.

    “I have an idea,” Roman mumbled after a moment.

    Roman and Logan’s hands came to them again, and they shifted closer, but as they were quite haphazardly lifted into the air, they realized they weren’t being pulled apart. Roman and Logan stumbled up the stairs, and then they were set down onto something soft and plush. It was obviously Roman’s room- His bed was the biggest and softest.

    Virgil frowned in confusion but a wide smile spread across Patton’s face. After a bit of rustling, Logan got into the bed on Virgil’s side, and Roman on Patton’s. Their clothes were significantly softer as Roman’s arm stretched to reach over Patton and rest he and Logan’s clasped hands against Virgil’s arm. Virgil slowly relaxed, allowing a smile to take over his face as well. And maybe Roman and Logan realized then that they were awake, but they didn’t say anything, and let themselves be lulled to sleep by gentle breathing.

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Boys like him don’t come wrapped in pretty packages with bows and ribbons-
Boys like him come in sleepless eyes and bruised knuckles.

They see girls like you, with wide eyes and soft lips-
And crave for that vulnerability.
So they wear a smile that’s almost too bright and hold your hand almost too hard,
And they love.

They love you until your heart bleeds and your eyes sting, they love you until you’re too blinded by the daggar they’re twisting into your ribcage.

Girls like you though, they believe that they can kiss their knuckles until they’re healed. So they wait around for boys like him to grow up.

But boys like him don’t grow up, they drain-

and it works every time with girls like you.

—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #108

the-broken-paper-girl  asked:

*slowly raises hand* Headmistress... not to be rude or anything... but hate can also stem from love by the medium of betrayal or, you know, rejection (of one's affections, presence, talent, etc...) or even a determined action that affected your life directly or indirectly... I'm shutting up now! *goes back to the library and swears to never leave* - a 7th Year Ravenclaw

Rowena: Love and betrayal do not create hatred… The fear that stems from betrayal is what causes it. I believe that fear is the base emotion… fear of misplaced trust, fear of future betrayal, fear of how others perceive ones’ own worth…  

You learn to either trust your environment, or fear it… and all other positive or negative emotions follow.