Okay Listen...

That really hurt to read

they should sell $20 at target for $5

Welp, this took me 4 hours to write and edit, I probably screwed up all the writing of these characters cause I barely bothered to do research, and if there's a spelling error I'll think up a really bad threat to put here

LAMP- Tea time

Patton had just finished his work, His altar cluttered with jars, cans, canines, and bags of varying shapes and sizes. He slipped off his old, worn down apron and sat it aside. The place filled with the scent of warm, soothing spices. He had some time to kill after he was finished and remembered. He hadn't gotten to spend much time with the others. Sure, Patton saw them often, they all lived in the same house after all, but they never truly spent time together.

Patton skipped down to his friend's garden to gather some herbs for some tea. Everyone had been working so hard, Patton figured a hot drink would be perfect, Why not use his remaining energy to make it? He walked into the botanists garden, the smell of rich soil filling his lungs, different shades of red, green, pink, magenta, yellow, and orange covering the room, and there he was, the man sitting in the corner mending to his rich plants, he truly was a sight. His slightly grown out hair pushed back by a clip, freckles and dirt covering his face, a rustic red tunic covered with other layers of varying colors and patterns. Patton walked over to him tapping his shoulder, snapping the witch out of his trance, "oh! Patton my dear! Salutations!" Patton gave a shy wave, "Hey Roman! Do you have some spices I could borrow?" "To the right, where they always are!" Roman went back to tending his plants. Roman and Patton often crossed paths, when Patton was out of an ingredient, Roman always had exactly what he needed. Patton walked over to the spices and started plucking, a few of this, lots of that, and a small pinch of those, Patton skipped back over to Roman and gave a quick bow, "thank you so much!" Roman looked up with those passionate red eyes, "dear, no need! What's mine is yours!" Patton quickly left to head to the divination's workspace.

Knocking swiftly on his door covered with runes and symbols, "V? It's Patton, are you busy?" a small voice mumbled from inside the room "no I finished a while ago…" Patton opened the door to the room covered with notes and tapestry, tarot cards scattered across the area, the windows being covered up with pages on palmistry and numerology "Virgil this place is a mess!" Virgil responded in his grizzled voice, "I mean… when is it not?" "V you're not helping!" Patton let out a disappointed sigh "c'mon you find it endearing." as much as Patton hated to admit it, he did. Virgil was a cynical, disorganized mess of a person, and Patton loved it. Virgil had jet black hair puffing up near his left eye, his pale face covered with designs and markings using makeup that were nothing short of gorgeous. "Never mind that! I'm making tea, want some?" whether Virgil said yes or no, Patton was giving that boy tea, his throat sounded even more sore than usual "sure I could go for some tea." "Great!" Patton carefully walked across Virgil's room, making sure not to step on any important papers, even hearing Virgil hiss a few times out of fear.

"Logan, you in there?" Patton stood in front of Logan's door, Logan carefully cracked open his door, "Oh, it's just you, come in." Logan truly had the most favorable workspace, although Romans was beautiful and Virgil's was calming. Logan's was covered from head to toe in torn pages and books over astrology and moon phases, comfortable places to sit and read, a golden telescope with book after book, note after note, sketch after sketch all with dates marked nearby "I've been meaning to do more research on Earth signs." Patton turned to Logan in confusion "wait I thought-... Aren't I an air sign?" "No. Capricorn is an Earth sign." "But wasn't air the smart one?" "Well yes, but Earth signs are a lot more grounded and traditional." Patton didn't have Logan's incredible knack for astrology or his simple yet still outstanding completion. "Anyways. I'm making some tea. Would you like some?" Logan began digging through his books, finding one and flipping through pages, he knew how much Patton enjoyed quality time, which did give Logan a tinge of guilt knowing they don't talk very often "... I'm sure I can take some time off." he quickly nodded to Patton. Patton couldn't resist pulling a dopey grin, knowing he'd finally get to spend time with all his friends. He quickly dashed out of Logan's room to head back to his kitchen to start the tea

One tea making that would've probably been fun to write but I'm too lazy to look into later

There everyone was, sitting on the floor scattered with blankets and pillows. Virgil reading Romans palm as he and Logan shared slight banter over geology. Patton soon joined them on the floor with a platter of old mugs filled with dark, warm tea. They each take a mug and take a sip, melting into the pillows and blankets.

All the former tension, stress from work and responsibilities drifting away "I added rosemary, cinnamon, mint, and some parsley. This should help make studying easier." "Yep, that's Patton for you," Roman said proudly. Patton suddenly felt a head plop on his shoulder, he looked down to see Virgil half asleep, "V? How much sleep did you get last night?" Virgil gave a quiet mumble, Virgil never really had a parental figure in his life and Patton was more than happy to fill that role. He sat there stroking Virgil's back, "That's some… calming tea." Roman stopped talking to yawn a long, deep yawn "What did you put in this to make me so-" Roman stopped talking to yawn again, Patton chuckled "nothing, looks like you guys just really needed a break." Roman gave a groggy nod as Patton reached out to bring Roman into his arms as well, to which he gladly obliged and snuggled into Patton's other arm, "Cmon Logan! You're the only one not in here!" Patton said jokingly. Up to this point, Logan was silent. The tea was everything he wished for and more. He couldn't even give some stupid remark, all he could do was lay next to Roman and wrap his arms around him. Having all his favorite people together, huddled up together, finally bonding for what felt like an eternity of barely talking was nothing but perfect. Patton couldn't recall the last time he was this happy, of course, he loved nothing more than getting to work with different herbs daily, but words couldn't describe how happy he was, how much this could improve his work "we should do this more often." he whispered, to which Roman lazily responded, "if it means having this tea more I'm in."

YOU GUYS

THERE IS NOTHING IN ME THAT THINKS THIS ISN'T MOCEIT

YOU COULD PAY ME A THOUSAND DOLLARS TO SAY THIS SONG ISN'T MOCEIT

I WOULDN'T TAKE IT

GIRL HELP I CAN'T STOP SEEING JANUS AS THE "I don't need friends, they disappoint me"

I'M JUST TRYING TO FIND FLUFF

Ayo au time

What if the legendaries/elementals not only represent the element they control, but a sort of aspect of a person or point in life

Sea fairy representing emotions and desire

Moonlight representing intelligence and sort of greater being

Wind archer representing devotion and security

Fire spirit representing passion and competition

And Millennial tree and Timekeeper representing the positive and negative aspects of time/the passage of time

I've been obsessed with this idea for weeks and i wanna post more legendaries content so bad they're my fucked up little gods of the universe

I've started watching toilet bound and

I think I'm funny

(THIS IS NOT MY ACTUAL ART, I TRACED THIS AND I HAVE NO INTENTIONS OF CLAIMING THE ORIGINAL AS MY OWN)

It's too early to be called out like this

All Moceit shippers know is Stan Janus; Kin Patton

I'm from the Department of People With Hospital Trauma Who Also Don't Like Horror Movies (PHSWADLHM) and I approve this message

stop using hospitals as horror settings

Are you still taking requests?

Yep!