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Goretober Day 12:
Parasite/Bugs
(Spiders tw)
Something tells me those spiders don’t like Shrignold much
In These Tangled Webs (2/11)
Sanders Sides: Patton, Logan, Roman, Virgil Blurb: It should be easy admitting to your roommates that you’re not entirely human. Only in Logan’s case it’s not. Not when he discovers that Patton is afraid of Spiders. Fic Type: Hurt/Comfort Overall Warnings: Spiders, Arachnophobia, Death Talk, Minor Character Deaths, Slightly Detailed Descriptions of Deaths, Murders, Injuries, Swords, Imprisonment, Biting, Fangs, Venom, Extra Body Parts, Blood, Manipulation, Negative Self Talk To Catch Up: Chapter 1
Logan’s scared of spiders.
Patton drew in a steadying breath as he moved cautiously into the kitchen, bucket of spider-repellent cleaning supplies in his arms.
Logan’s scared of spiders.
It was a comfort to know that he wasn’t alone in his fear.
Logan. Calm and rational Logan had gone so pale and been barely able to speak three nights ago when that creature had come crawling out of the bananas Roman had bought earlier that day.
Patton pursed his lips, setting down the bucket with a thud on the counter, one hand raising to grip the pendant around his neck that he never took off. It was a simple thing, an old nail that had been bent into a circle, wrapped in a crisscross pattern of white thread.
“Wear this. Spihers hate it. Pwomise.”
“…How…how will they hate it?”
“It glows. Tells all spihers. Go way!”
Patton exhaled, wishing he remembered who’d given him the necklace. For the longest time he’d thought a friend from first grade had given it to him before he moved away. But Virgil hadn’t recognized it when Patton had excitedly shown him he still had it when they reconnected last year in Hereditary Genetics.
Patton slipped the necklace off and held it by the chain, watching it as the pendant slowly swung back and forth.
“No huwt you. Pwomise. She lies.”
Patton frowned, straining to connect a face with the faded voice. A teacher? No. He’d been homeschooled for most of second and third grade by his grandma before she’d had the stroke. Could she have given him it? No, the voice he remembered was too young for an adult. Besides, neither she nor his grandpa had ever believed him when he said it would glow. They’d dismissed it as a childhood fancy. A coping mechanism. To them, it always had a blue shimmer.
Always because his grandparent’s home had been riddled with the tiny creepy crawly death dealers.
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strangely he feels at home in this place fanfic
Title: strangely he feels at home in this place
Summary: Virgil finds himself in a different reality with no way of returning back home. Strangely, he’s mostly okay with this
Word-Count: 540
Pairings: platonic prinixety
Warnings: spiders, parental favoritism
I found a random snippet of dialogue in my wips when i should be writing something else and couldn’t help finally doing something with it
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How is Virgil’s day going, you might ask? Well, on the scale of one to oh-my-god-my-brother-transported-me-to-another-reality-and-I-have-no-way-of-getting-back-home, it’s going great. Real swell.
I mean, really it could’ve been a lot worse. There could’ve been no one to hear his screams as he tried escaping the clutches of a giant spider. Virgil liked spiders. He even had a pet tarantula named Susie back home. But it is very easy to be afraid of anything that’s ten times the size of you and looks ready to devour you whole.
Instead, a strange elf-like man saved him at the last second. Or at least, he appeared elf-like, with his pointy ears and graceful poise. Despite his numerous writings, Virgil hasn’t met an actual elf before. He hadn’t planned on it. Nor had he planned being his brother’s pet guinea pig but here we are.
The elf turns out to be named Roman, a name that is far more normal sounding than Virgil expected to hear. Upon hearing Virgil’s plight, he offers for him to stay in his abode at once.
“Wait, you actually believe me?” Virgil raises an eyebrow.
“Oh, someone shows up from a different world every other moon cycle,” Roman waves him off, “Now come! You must be hungry–I will prepare you a feast back at my house!”
Virgil’s stomach growls, “Well you aren’t wrong about that.”
“So, are you a warrior for your people?” Roman asks as they walk down the supposed route to his home. Virgil gives him a double take because uh, did he not see him screaming? Running from the spider as fast as his legs could possibly take him?
“Oh no,” Virgil chuckles awkwardly, “I’m a writer.”
“A writer?” Roman tilts his head, “What’s that?”
“It’s, well,” Virgil stammers, almost embarrassed to admit, “I come up with stories and record them so that other people can read them.”
“You’re a storyteller?!” Roman shrieks with excitement, “you’re so young–your people must honor you greatly.”
Now it’s Virgil’s turn to be confused.
“Um, what do you mean?”
“As a storyteller you inspire hope, impart wisdom, produce laughter with your stories–surely your people look onto you with reverence and respect!”
They in fact do the opposite of that. His people see his writing as a foolish prospect. They berate him for his chosen profession. “Why couldn’t you have gone into STEM like your brother?” They ask, “Writing will get you nowhere in life!”
In a way, they were right. It was his brother’s science and not writing that got him transported to this world. A world that apparently cherishes and nurtures stories rather than kill them.
“Are you alright, dear storyteller?” Roman says softly. He’s standing in front of Virgil, frowning.
“I, um, I just–” Virgil begins, never being quite as good with verbal words as he is with written words, “Let’s just say my world doesn’t hold the same view as yours.”
“What?!” Roman exclaims, before bursting into a very long, winding rant. So long that would take up at least a page or two to write it all down. As he rambles about the sanctity of stories and their importance, Virgil begins to smile.
Maybe he’ll never find a way back home. That thought should terrify him, but it doesn’t. Because home has already found him.
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René closed his fist around the ring as she approached. “Why?” he questioned defensively, already more than a pitcher into his drinking. His gaze unconsciously searches her neck, hidden by her hair. “You can have a drink from my pitcher, but you have to find ya own mug, you,” he offered instead.
Usually, René was much kinder and put the front of a regular, nice man. However, his mood was sour. A party as humans died at the hand of vampires, vampires in attendance and humans being auctioned to them… Everything was wrong. He could barely keep the bear jumping on the trampoline—the image that was constantly in his mind since rumors about Sookie Stackhouse being able to read them had been circulating since he’d gotten to town.
the pitcher ! she hadn’t spotted that yet , she was too focused on the task at hand , but now that she notices , it was quite large ----- was he planning on drinking everything ? pandora refrains from asking aloud to instead offer an apologetic simper in turn . “ oh , that’s okay ... thank you ------- but i really shouldn’t , " everything is so beautiful --- so dazzling tonight , but she can’t forget how small and insignificant she is in the grand scheme of things : just another speckle of dust in an universe of giants . it did feel good , though , to be here , stealing little moments from this extraordinary universe that unfolds before her . “ it’s really crowded in here tonight --- gotta keep my wits about me , right? and a taser ... probably . ”
“ where was i? oh , that’s right --- i was talking about that spider on your shoulder , ” pandora points with an eerie causality , cheery notes not wavering as she proceeds to make her case . “ you don’t mind if i put her outside , do you? she might get trampled in here --- ”