To the person reading this, I hope tonight treats you gently, and that tomorrow looks brighter.
lil virgil listening to some music
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Dear fic,
Please write yourself.
Sincerely,
A writer with no patience
Unsolicited writing tip about character creation:
This is just something that helped me and won’t necessarily help others. But: try not doing character-creation dossier-style. Don’t list name, age, birthday, favorite colors, favorite foods, etc.
Instead, pretend you’re doing a Humans of New York-style project and meet them in an airport. At a park. In the hospital. In a coffeeshop.
Have a conversation with them.
“Meet” your characters, rather than “creating” them.
*looks to the left, looks to the right.* Is the coast clear? Okay. *Clears throat.*
LADIES
LORDS
AND
NON-BINARY ROYALTY
Tiefling Rogue Virgil
I completely forgot to post this lineart I colored a bit ago of LJ’s tiefling rogue Virgil design found here, so I thought I’d share it with yall
Now go give LJ some love, because their creations are wonderful! (but not as wonderful as them)
t i e F L I NG?? ROUGE?? VIRGIL!!!!! I’m hecking here for it let’s go.
- Half of my brain: [creates an OC]
- Other half of my brain: *pointing* I love them.
- First Half: ....yes. You made them. Of course you like them.
- Second half: Love! Them!
Caving In
Title: Caving In (Part 1)
Word Count: 1430
Summary: Virgil is supposed to protect them. But he can’t reach them, no matter how hard he tries. Virgil angst. Platonic LAMP/CALM+Character!Thomas.
Warnings: strong cursing, Virgil’s voice distortion/Tempest Tongue, Remus Sanders mentioned/suggested, ambiguity, angst in droves, desperation, kind of violence (against a door), collapsing, exhaustion, strong suggestions of crying, suggestions of being trapped, locked doors, please let me know if I forgot anything. Also know that this is a part 1. Happy ending is not in this segment but it is ultimately intended.
A/N: So I had a weird idea pop into my head, and @creativenostalgiastuff helped me flesh it out, and then this happened. (Seriously major props to Ellie for her help in this) Part 1 of 2, and I expect Part 2 to be longer than this. Thought about making this one long fic but decided this would work better instead. Edited by yours truly. All mistakes are mine (and I’m sure there are some). Hope you enjoy!
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Virgil throws his weight into the door as his breath strangles in his throat.
“THOMAS!”
He grabs the handle and shakes it hard enough that he wonders distantly if it might break. It doesn’t. It doesn’t turn, either. Virgil slams a fist against the door.
“Thomas, damn it, open the door!”
The distortion in his voice makes the demand echo down the hallway of the Mindscape, punctuated a moment later by the bang of a shoulder against the door. He kicks at it. He wrestles with the handle.
How long have they been in there? Virgil doesn’t know. His sense of time is all kinds of screwed up. Has it been seconds? Hours?
Virgil kicks his sock clad foot against the door, gritting his teeth at the flush of sharp pain as his toes collide hard against the wood.
He can feel their panic flooding him like ice. Bile rises in the back of his throat and Virgil swallows hard. Slams a fist against the door again. Again. Again.
“Patton!” Thud. “Logan!” Thud. “Roman!” Thud. Virgil can feel himself shaking. “Someone open the fucking door!”
He can’t get to them. He can’t get through.
Virgil doesn’t understand why. It’s his room, after all.
Don’t mind me. I just needed to draw Logan in some of the teacher shirts I own.
Bonus:
So I went to a professional theater production of a thing and the lead made eye contact with me during one of the songs and held it for a bit and kinda smiled and I think my life has peaked