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Destiny of the Endless is 100% done with this shit. What shit, you may ask? All of it. Literally all of it. Everything that ever has happened, is happening, or will happen is written down in the enormous tome he’s eternally chained to, and he would like to inform you that things are kind of not great. (He would also like to inform you that the previous statement is a prime example of hyperbolic understatement.)

Destiny can generally be found in his twisting garden, scouring through his book in search of something to restore his faith in his humanity (he likes what NASA’s got going on, honestly), or calling futile meetings with the rest of the Endless in a series of last-ditch efforts to convince them to get their bullshit together. It’s really, really not working. Some days he wonders why he bothers. 

I do Not mean "I turn 18 in a few-" no, schedule the post for then, then. Also do Not mean "I’m mature for my age!" Bestie I am so sorry someone told you that

Janus: High Five

c!Thomas: Bon Appetite

Logan: About 8 hours

Roman:  The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the it’s my book they will walk if I tell them to

Patton: Fruit Salad

Virgil:  Big dumb idiot (in front of other people)

for clarification, Thomas did a q&a hour on his Instagram a few days ago, and somebody asked if he had an estimate on when we might get to see the sanders sides season finale. his response was "not yet- we do have a timeline, it's a huge production and it's looking to be... [inhale]... four parts, SO--"

needless to say this does not inspire confidence that we'll be seeing this massive production any time soon 🙃

(ID: The first slide, split between an upper and lower half, shows a man named Logan Sanders with short hair, black shirt, and glasses in profile from the shoulders up. In the top panel Logan is looking slightly down with a neutral expression. The text reads “I’m headed for a time of quiet”. In the bottom panel he is looking down with his hand pushing back his hair with a frustrated look. The text reads “When my restlessness is past.”

The second slide shows a black night stand from above and up close with a book in the lower right corner. Logan’s hand is placing the glasses on the table seen from the wrist down.

The third slide shows Logan from behind sitting on a bed with white blankets. The text reads “And I can lie down on my blanket”.

The fourth slide shows a close up on Logan from his chest to his nose in profile lying down on the bed with a gentle smile looking up. The background is watercolor black with white dots for stars. The text reads “And release my fists at last”. /end ID)

💜 Virgil's Room 🕷

Look everyone, I finally finished my post for Virgil's Birthday! 🎉

I'm glad I posted the first few renders when I did, because I realize now there was no way I was going to get this as finished as I wanted it to be by the 19th 😅 I think the extra time paid off though! It was really fun making all these little extra pieces and props to bring the room together, and I really hope you guys all like it!

Does Logan wear shoes in the house/mindscape/whatever?

Because,,, like,,, that leaves two options. Either he's all dressed whatever and just. Walking around with shoes on (as an American Midwesterner this is a VERY weird concept to me. I *never* leave my shoes on in someone's house unless I don't know them and/or am staying less than ten minutes)

OR he's walking around in a Polo, and tie, slacks and

So I guess this is a series now! Here’s Virgil’s poem:

So, here I am, I guess: your stormy knight Still standing guard among the flitting shadows, Still breathing in the world’s eye-piercing lights And breathing out a river, quick and shallow.

With water filling both our lungs, our eyes Can see what lurks beneath the scattered sunlight: A mass of jagged hearts, a mirrored sky That shifts and swarms with bloodied teeth and fistfights.

My palms will be the pressure on your hand; My eyes will be the memory of sunrise; My voice will be the whisper that demands Your feet to run; my fear will be your ally.

Though water moves like static in my chest, I will not let you drown—I will not rest.

More poems in this series: Remus

And maybe Janus even teases him a bit like "I wasnt aware you still enjoyed making sandcastles" but Virgil for once Does Not pay attention to him and just keeps on digging

And once he is content with the hole's depth, Virgil just. Gets in. And starts burying himself.

then in the end card they all sorted stuff out and theyre like ahhh at last we can all relax at the beach and listen to the waves :3 but instead u hear

chk, chhhk, chhhhk