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  • lovelivingmydreams
    24.10.2021 - 38 minutes ago

    Paper Flowers: mending bridges

    The hollidays come and go. And Virgil might have a new years resolution of his own, not related to eye shadow. Can you guess what it is?

    You are laying in your bed scrolling on your phone as the jetlag of staying up late for new year’s still hasn’t fully left your system. Just when you think that nothing short of food is going to get you out of the exact position you are in now, a notification shows up. Thomas is posting on youtube again!!! You klick the link and move to a more comfortable video watching situation. As the video loads you quickly read the title. “Another year of lying to myself. In song!” Oh yes! Thomas singing is always a good thing. You wonder which sides will show up. You can feel Thomas’ excitement about all his accomplishments affecting you. He’s right. The last year was… Not great. But there were tons of things you personally could be grateful for. Then Teach pops up. Well, guess it’s his turn to have a bit of a spotlight. Or so you think. Only a few sentences in Dad shows up. Damn he is snarky. Poor Thomas the both of them bickering can’t be easy to deal with. Especially when they are both right. And isn’t that a mood? And then Prince shows up as well to add to the chaos. And oh boy is it a chaotic mess. And, as if Thomas is trying to give you a heart attack, Anxiety shows up. In his out of nowhere, loud manner. Silencing the crowd. Logic looking actually terrified by the sudden appearance, Morality surprised and nervous and Prince… he kind of looks resigned. “Oh good, my anxiety, right on time,” Thomas says. “What brings you here? I thought you didn’t care for this video?” Prince asks a little challengingly. “All those emotions and thoughts in complete turmoil? How could I not show up at this party?” “Unbelievable. This was totally supposed to be my episode,” Teacher objects. And you have to feel for the guy. “And I would’ve gladly let you have it specs. But then you all had to make a big mess of it,” Anxiety shrugged. “Besides, a video with just you would be way too boring anyway. One of us would’ve had to show up to make people not fall asleep,” he added with a smirk. “Burn,” Prince whispered as Thomas and Morality winced at that remark. “What burn? There is no fire,” Logic pointed out impatiently. “Yeah, we’re not even going to start with that,” Anxiety drawled. “This whole conversation is just so amusing. You are getting so worked up about this whole thing. What you need to start doing and stop doing and in a month, probably less, it’s all going to be for nothing, you’ll stop trying and all this,” he gestured to the room in general, with a little extra indication to himself. “Will be for nothing.” Prince was ready to support Thomas on this, but Morality and Logic were there with a reality check, much to Anxiety’s satisfaction. “Ugh, I hate it when you are right,” Prince sighed dramatically. And then… The catchiest song ever starts playing. You have to agree with anxiety. That will be stuck in your head all day. You do wonder if you should be worried about his hurt expression when Thomas sang back at him. Or about Logic’s need to take the spotlight. You have to chuckle at the end card. And you can’t be the only one who thought ‘Emo Nightmare’ was said with just a touch off fondness. You open your note app on your phone and start to write down a few ideas of things you can manage to accomplish this year.

    Virgil was humming the song Princey wrote under his breath as he took down his Christmas decorations. They were all nightmare before Christmas themed, of course. “Virgil?” Janus’ voice, accompanied by a swift knock startled him out of his thoughts. He looked up and saw that his door was still closed. Well, who would have thought? Janus actually learned from his mistakes and made an effort. A genuine Christmas miracle. Being in something of a post-holiday spirit he decided to be accommodating. “Come in!” he called as he untangled a Zero ornament from one of his spider webs. He should replace them one of these days. They were getting dirty and lumpy. “May I assist?” Janus asked as he stepped into the room and saw what Virgil was doing, his tone tense. Virgil looked down. “Sure, can you get the streamers?” Janus nodded and got to work. They stayed like that in comfortable silence for a bit. “We missed you at Christmas,” Janus said after a while. Virgil paused his battle with a string of fairy lights, flinching as he realized how that must’ve come across after the fight and the script Roman had written with him. “I wasn’t feeling up to being jolly with anyone. The others didn’t see me either. I just… Felt more comfortable in my room… It was nothing personal,” he assured Janus softly. “I did get you all presents,” he added, nodding towards the color coded boxes standing next to the staircase. “I just haven’t worked up the nerve to give them yet,” he admitted a little sheepishly. “Ah… I see…” Janus said, Virgil cringed. Had he said that the wrong way? “Well I would absolutely hate to be the deliverer of such colorful packages to the darkest parts of the mind,” Janus said, laying on the sarcasm thick to make sure that Virgil would know that he actually didn’t mind at all. “Thanks,” Virgil said, hating how awkwardly this conversation was. They worked on in silence for a little bit longer. “I won’t apologize for caring or for protecting you. But… I will apologize for underestimating you. You’ve been doing well, better than I anticipated, under the circumstances. And so… I’ll try not to meddle with your… Friendship with Prince Roman,” Janus said slowly, sounding like that last part physically hurt to say. Virgil appreciated the sentiment. “Thanks,” he said calmly, still not looking back. “But… You will still be coming over, right?” Janus asked, trying to sound like he didn’t care that much but there was the slightest tremble in his voice, one you wouldn’t hear if you weren’t listening for it. Luckily Virgil was on high alert right now for any cues. “Of course… How about a movie night tomorrow?” he suggested. He already had plans with Roman this afternoon and if he managed to get himself to family dinner upstairs afterwards he’d be drained for the day. “Oh that sounds like a horrific idea,” Janus drawled, Virgil looked back to see a warm smile tug at the human corner of his mouth. He smiled back. “Well too bad. I’m coming over and you better have the movie ready,” he teases as he gets of the lader and looks around. All decoration is down, his room is back to regular gloomy. “Thanks for the help. See you tomorrow then?” he asked carefully. Janus nodded. “Yes. We’ll see you then,” he said, picking up the presents and sinking towards the lower commons. “Snakey! What’s that!!?” Remus screeched excitedly. “Moving boxes, I am kicking you two out,” Janus said sarcastically as he handed Remus and his other housemate their boxes. He got a noncommentary grunt and a slammed door from the latter. Well at least he took the present with him. Remus tore in his box and cackled. “Ooooh! Cards against humanity!!!!” he cackled and rushed off, probably to play in the imagination with what to him was essentially a deck of writing prompts. Janus shook his head and opened his package. It was a book on Nixon. He chuckled and went to sit down  to read it, only to find a folded piece of paper tucked within. He opened it, it was a letter. J. I’m writing I wanna talk about Look I know it’s really weird of me to write a letter when we are literally within shouting distance. We probably just talked and stuff, but I told Princey a bit about what’s been happening and he suggested writing my crap down so I don’t mess it up. I’m paraphrasing. He said it all fancy like. He used the words ‘get carried away,’ instead of ‘mess it up’ but Anyway. So. About how things have been going. The point is that I still care about you guys. And that the others aren’t hurting me. Can’t both be true? That’s the gist of what I’m struggling with I guess. Can’t I be feeling kind of okay where I’m at without losing all of you? I know I haven’t been around a lot. I’ll admit the others are a little draining to be around sometimes, but so were you guys. I just… I’m splitting the time I can spend around others on a daily basis between all of you right now and I know I’m not around any of you as much as you’d like. Princey would love to drag me through the imagination like once a week at least. But I’m not doing that either. I can’t. Not if I want to function you know? And he seems to understand. So, what I’m asking is. Can you? Happy holidays and see you around. V.

    Janus folded the letter and put it back. That… Is a lot to think about. But he’ll have to have an answer soon. He has the idea that his friendship with Virgil might depend on it. And if he wanted him to stick around and not choose to spend all his spare time around the upstairs sides or on quests with the Prince, he’d have to come to terms with that friendship… Before he did that though, he’d have to check a few things. Just to be safe.


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  • eggslovemetoo
    24.10.2021 - 2 hours ago

    Roman, blasting Nyan Cat: I’VE BEEN AWAKE SINCE 6:36 AM.




    Virgil: You suck.

    Roman: thank you

    #sanders sides #sanders sides incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes sanders sides #source: me and my bro #ts logan#ts roman#ts virgil#ts patton#tw caps
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  • shapa-likes-art
    24.10.2021 - 5 hours ago
    [ID: A Traditional sketch of Virgil smoking colored in digitally.
    He has pale skin, dark brown curly hair, and brown eyes. He is wearing dark purple flannel and a fishnet shirt over a tank top. He has multiple bracelets on his arms and piercings.
    His arms are semi-crossed, one arm up and holding a lit cigarette up to his mouth. He looks to the camera, annoyed, as smoke surrounds him. /End ID]

    Another Virgil drawing! Yes, he is smoking, so what-

    If you like it, reblog it!

    #sanders sides#ts virgil#virgil sanders #sanders sides virgil #virgil sanders sides #art#ts art#thomas sanders #yes my mind is still kind if latched onti that fic #craven moorehood#haha welp
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  • delimeful
    24.10.2021 - 5 hours ago

    down that desolate road (3)

    warnings: PTSD, unreality, unhealthy coping mechanisms, panic, arguing, remus saying remus things

    Chapter 1:  Set Right What Once Went Wrong


    Virgil fought his first Shade only two days after their jump to the past.

    It had been a surprise, but not one that he was unprepared for.

    After all, Anxiety was always thinking of the worst case scenarios, and so the moment he emerged from the Subconscious and stepped back into the Dragonwitch’s caves, his mind was flooded with ways it all could go wrong.

    He needed to know anything and everything about the Shades; what they wanted, where they frequented, and most importantly, how to destroy them. Liv had been bemused but obliging of his sudden interrogation, mentioning dryly that she’d planned to tell him all this before their jump, had he not been so single-mindedly fixated on undoing that future.

    Virgil had rolled his eyes, carefully not bringing up the way that his very being had fragmented more and more with every minute that he’d spent knowing that the others were gone and he hadn’t done a damned thing about it. He didn’t need to dwell on that. They’d fixed the future— were in the process of fixing it for good— and surely, once it set in that this was real, that little problem would fix itself too.

    And if he occasionally lost himself in memories, forgot that the others were still warm and alive and unharmed, well. That unbearable, agonizing pressure always let up when he drifted the halls at night, walking a path from door to door until he was satisfied once again that they lived and breathed.

    Liv wasn’t happy about it, a nervous furrow in her brow whenever he abruptly stood and left to check, but she hadn’t asked him to stop.

    (He wasn’t sure what would happen to those stress fractures inside him if he did stop. He didn’t want to find out.)

    She had become quite the ruthless tutor, though, even bedridden. Every fact, every trait or pattern these creatures had displayed, she recounted it all to him and expected him to memorize it accordingly.

    He wasn’t great at it the way Logan would’ve been, but it kept his mind off things, particularly when he spotted flashes of familiar limp forms out of the corner of his eye while traveling through tunnels that seemed a little too familiar.

    He’d created a weapon, too, a scythe half-summoned from essence and half-constructed from the shattered remains of that obsidian glass that the pendant was made of. Even if the Shades developed an immunity to him or his abilities, they’d always been vulnerable to the Barrier, as Liv called it. It was their Kryptonite.

    Virgil had always been more of a Batman fan, honestly.

    “It’s almost lucky,” Liv had said, propped upright in bed and watching him get used to the weight of his new weapon. “Fight or flight. You’re the perfect choice for this.”

    He’d snorted, swinging the blade sharply. “Yeah, right. If it wasn’t for me, we wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place.”

    Liv had gone quiet, apparently unable to come up with a retort or reassurance, and Virgil had shoved away his disappointment and hurt, because she was right. He hadn’t done the one thing that everyone needed him to do, and everything he had to deal with now was fair punishment. He deserved it.

    Hours later, the first Shade made its presence known by lunging for his throat.

    All their preparations, and he still hadn’t understood the reality of facing one.

    Physically, he’d done fine. A scrape here, a bruise there, but just as Liv had said, they weren’t nearly as fast or clever or numerous as the mob from the future.

    Mentally, he’d stepped back— forwards?— in time the moment its non-euclidean form appeared before him. He was then, his back to his fallen friends, fighting alone for a purpose that was already defunct. It’s body dissolved into nothing and he whirled around, prepared for the next, and the next, and the next--

    But there was no swarm awaiting him, no blood drying on his arms. There was only Liv, who had been talking this entire time, voice dulled by the blood rushing in his ears. Liv, because he wasn’t then, he was doing everything in his power to stop it from ever happening.

    Virgil waited for his body to relax, for some sort of relief, but instead, doubt flooded him.

    He didn’t have eyes on any of the others, didn’t know if there were more, if they were being attacked just out of his sight—

    It was daylight. He couldn’t appear in front of the others, couldn’t check on them. He would feel it if they were afraid, if they were being hurt, wouldn’t he? He’d felt it before— then— now?

    He dropped into the subconscious, and it was hours before it managed to dampen the fullness of his panic.

    Liv had been waiting for him when he returned, and she gestured at the pendant around his neck immediately. Virgil pulled it free, holding it between them with a hand that shook until Liv carefully grasped his wrist to steady it.

    A fluttering black pulse was visible past the glass, amorphous in shape, and Liv sighed in relief. “You did it.”

    “One down,” Virgil agreed. The subconscious’s effect was wearing off, and his body was shifting towards the direction of the Commons as though he was the needle of a compass. “I need to go check.”

    Liv’s grip on his wrist tightened, and then relaxed.

    “Don’t spend too long there,” she warned. “Now that you’ve defeated one, the rest are sure to take note. Don’t lead them right to what we’re trying to protect.”

    His function thrummed in agreement, and he nodded sharply. “Right.”

    Two more days passed, and another Shade attacked him, this one quicker, keener, and most importantly, outside the tunnels. His heart raced for ages after it was defeated, but it was still a triumph: he hadn’t lost track of when he was again.

    Unfortunately, less time spent checking in on the others meant more time aimlessly pacing, struggling not to get caught up in a panicked spiral. It was a lot harder to soothe them on his own.

    Liv eventually grew tired of his ‘moping’ and encouraged him to go run patrols through her third of the Imagination if he needed something to do.

    He’d been leery of wandering around in the daylight after all the warnings Liv had impressed upon him about remaining discreet, but the patrols worked. He won against his third and fourth Shade while wandering, and the unfamiliar setting kept him grounded against all but the briefest of flashbacks.

    Sure, the fights were hard, but he was built to fight, and with so much on the line, he’d sooner die than lose. So he won. And with each new addition to the pendant, he felt a little more reassured that they could actually fix things.

    Unfortunately, he could only spend so much time wandering the varied landscapes of the Imagination before the realm itself betrayed his presence to the Sides that actually belonged there.

    “Halt, you mysterious malfeasant!”

    The voice pulled at him like a magnet, and he made the mistake of turning around to face it instead of bolting away.

    Roman stood there under the shadow of the canopy, hands on his hips and hair perfectly coiffed, and Virgil’s heart seemed to stutter as he took in the slash of red across him.

    Sash, he told himself firmly, not blood.

    It was true: the other Side was hale and hearty, and he was also giving Virgil a speculative and somewhat suspicious look. He resisted the urge to reach up and tug at the edges of his cloak, thankful that Liv had gotten him in the habit of wearing the hood up.

    “Well? Have you anything to say for yourself?” Roman asked with all the impetuousness of scorned royalty.

    It should have been irritating, but it was so Roman that he felt a swell of fondness instead.

    “You’re the one who stopped me,” he pointed out, working hard to keep his words dry and monotone.

    “Your voice!” Roman jolted as though he’d been shocked, and for a moment Virgil’s heart seemed to rise in his throat, hope and terror tangling in his lungs. “You’re not the Dragonwitch at all!”

    Oh. Virgil swallowed down his disappointment at the utter lack of recognition in Roman’s eyes. Of course, he’d been wandering Liv’s territory wearing Liv’s cloak, it only made sense that Ro had assumed.

    “No shit,” he replied anyway, casting his gaze up to try and recall what backstory they’d planned for this exact scenario. Liv’s absence had been what had prompted the beginning of that awful future, after all; they didn’t need any more Sides tromping into her caverns for a repeat. “Not very astute of you, your highness.”

    Roman huffed, a classic Princey noise of offense. “Well, with an attitude like that, you’re certainly not one of my constructs.”

    “Two for two,” Virgil raised his eyebrows, mock-impressed. “Any other obvious facts you’d like to share with the class?”

    Rather than snipe back, Roman’s face dropped into a sharp frown, his hand falling to the hilt of his sword. Virgil hid a grimace, struck by the painful reminder that this wasn’t his Roman, the one he could aggressively banter with for hours on end with neither of them worse for wear.

    The leaves above rustled slightly, the noise different from the rest of the orchard.

    His senses prickled, already on high alert, and he skipped back a few paces, just in time for Remus to come crashing down from the trees above.

    There was a nauseating splat as he hit the ground, but the sound effect was clearly overdone compared to the relatively minor fall. Virgil forced himself not to come forward and check him over anyhow, reminding himself that this was Remus, who bounced back from every self-inflicted injury with glee.

    (Except for-- That didn’t count.)

    Still, his heart only eased up once Remus was back on his feet, dusting himself off and dislodging errant clumps of mud with the motion.

    “What, you don’t wanna catch me? I’m hurt,” Remus lamented, as though he hadn’t absolutely been trying to land feet first on Virgil’s spine. “I made extra sure I didn’t have cooties or dysentery before coming to meet you, you know!”

    “Luckily for everyone, being insanely annoying isn’t catching,” Roman added, rolling his eyes theatrically.

    “Nope, that’s all me,” Remus announced proudly. “I came into the world as a blood-covered, screaming nuisance, and that’s exactly how I’ll go out.”

    Virgil felt a surge of dizzying affection, entirely overwhelmed. It was as though he’d been exposed to the sun after weeks underground.

    He wasn’t ready to face them both. He probably wasn’t even ready to face one of them, going by the way his mind was spinning and his body was flashing hot and cold, like he was watching them die in those caverns all over again.

    There was a pause, and he realized that he’d missed his cue to speak, both twins staring at him expectantly.

    His throat closed up, and he knew that if he spoke now, it would come out much more emotional than he wanted. He crossed his arms instead, cocking his head slightly.

    “Can’t be one of yours, either,” Roman picked up the dialogue, elbowing Remus. “I don’t think you’ve ever created anything this quiet.”

    “You clearly haven’t found what I left in your closet!” Remus retorted, casting a manic grin Virgil’s way.

    “I haven’t been in the closet in years,” Roman shot back on automatic, and then paled. “That was a joke, right, Remus? Right?”

    Remhs leaned forwards, ignoring Roman’s increasingly panicked queries. “So, Tall, Dark, and Hopefully-A-Rotting-Skeleton, if you didn't crawl out of my neck of the woods, and you didn’t flounce out of Ro-Bro’s, you’ve gotta be a gift from the Witch!”

    Virgil snorted, the lump in his throat softening as he watched their ridiculous banter. He’d make a pretty shitty gift. Congrats, you got Anxiety!

    “I’m—,” he coughed, clearing his throat. They may have come up with a plausible backstory, but he wasn’t exactly an actor. “I’m not from the Witch. I usurped her.”

    Both halves of Creativity stared at him, stumped. His heart rate ticked up.

    “Huh,” Roman finally said, drawing closer. “I suppose it was about time Thomas’s mind let go of the monster under the bed. What are you supposed to represent, the fear of becoming a social recluse? Is that going to be a theme now?”

    “Oh, maybe they’re the omnipresent figure of Death that looms over Thomas each and every moment, the knowledge that death will strike randomly and without regard haunting his waking hours?” Remus asked excitedly, as though he’d just been offered a trip to Disneyland.

    “Neither of those. I’m— uh, I’m still figuring it out,” Virgil offered weakly. Liv had said the twins would do most of the ‘worldbuilding work’ for him, but letting them dub him the Grim Reaper was a little much.

    They could never be allowed to see his super cool scythe.

    “The enemy of my enemy is my friend, generally, but narratively you’ve been set up differently,” Roman mused, chin in hand. “Perhaps you’re the greater antagonist behind it all, crushing the previous villain as a sign to the audience of the difference in power between the two of you?”

    He began to circle Virgil inquisitively, looking him up and down as though assessing him.

    “Uh… yeah,” Virgil agreed, voice bland. “Exactly.”

    “Ooh, how’d you get rid of her?” Remus chimed in brightly, moving counterclockwise so that he couldn’t watch both of them at once. “Is she in a horrible dungeon somewhere, facing torment like no other?” He paused. “Or a fun dungeon somewh—!”

    Roman cut off his brother’s eyebrow waggling pointedly, shooting him an irritated look. “I assume this means you’ve inherited her power over this third of the realm?”

    Virgil kept his shoulders slouched as the two of them circled him like sharks. It was a maneuver designed to keep an opponent on their toes, but also to see which one he turned to face, which one registered as more of a threat to him.

    It was a trick question, an ineffective one for someone who knew them as well as he did. A moot point, because how could he ever see them as threats when they were exactly what he was striving to protect?

    Virgil shook himself, digging his nails into his arms hard enough to bruise. Focus. He intentionally didn’t shift towards either twin, only flicking his eyes in the direction of whoever was currently speaking.

    “You could say that,” he answered evasively. He had been helping Liv with maintaining her portion of the realm while she was bedridden, so he certainly held some power. Probably more than a non-Creativity Side should, honestly.

    “Anyways, my plots are on hold until I’ve consolidated more power over the Dragonwitch’s former subjects,” he continued, trying not to sound as though he was reciting from memory. “I figure the ceasefire still holds even without her in command, so don’t mind me. When I make my move, you’ll know.”

    He was no actor, but when it came to ominous vague threats, he had plenty of experience.

    It was a little bit hilarious, watching the two of them perk up simultaneously at the promise of future battles like a pair of puppies. Roman was scowling theatrically at him without any real anger behind it, but Remus looked flat-out delighted.

    “She was always the one breaking the ceasefires without warning, not us,” Roman grumbled, but his hand had strayed from where it had previously rested on the handle of his sword. “I suppose introductions are in order, then. I am the fabulous Prince Roman, it’s an honor, I know. The miscreant next to me with the not-as-handsome face is Duke Remus.”

    “My hobbies include long walks on shattered glass and showing R-rated films to the elderly!” Remus batted his eyelashes at Virgil exaggeratedly. “Be less boring with your backstabbing than DW, won’t you?”

    These idiots. Virgil was overcome with a surge of exasperated fondness so strong that for a moment he couldn’t quite manage words. They might not remember him, but they were still the Sides he knew. He swallowed the lump in his throat and said, “Call me Vendetta.”

    He knew that this was a different situation with a different meaning behind it, and he knew that he wasn’t actually sharing his name with them the way he had before. It was only a placeholder, the first thing Liv had come up with after his lackluster suggestion of just going with ‘V’, he knew that, but...

    Giving the others his name had been a big deal for him before, and even now, this was close enough to that same nerve-wracking vulnerability that he didn’t want to wait around for their reactions.

    Moving quickly, he threw up a smokescreen of shadows that would cloud their senses and keep them occupied for at least a few moments, and hurried back to the security of Liv’s home, feeling the loss of their presence with each step away until he was shaking with it.

    … Shit.

    This was going to be more difficult than anticipated.

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  • jwillowwolf
    24.10.2021 - 7 hours ago

    Patton: every first birthday party is technically a surprise party.

    Virgil: that's cool Pat, but why did you come to my room at four in the morning to share this???

    #sanderssides#sanders sides#virgil sanders #ts virgil sanders #ts virgil#patton sanders #ts patton sanders #ts patton #sanders sides incorrect quotes
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  • loser-with-a-desktop
    23.10.2021 - 10 hours ago

    Headcannon #2

    Virgil and Roman paint their nails

    After Virgil and Roman began dating, the two started to paint their nails more often but it is the other’s color.

    Virgil is now sporting bright red nails and Roman is sporting dark purple nails. It’s their way of saying that they are dating without really saying that they are dating.

    #ts sanders sides #ts virgil sanders #ts roman sanders #ts prinxiety#prinxiety#romantic prinxiety
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  • therealashpollo
    23.10.2021 - 11 hours ago

    Logan: I told Virgil that his ears turn purple when he lies and now I always know when he’s lying

    Janus: How?

    Logan: Hey! Do you love me

    Virgil: *covering ears* no

    #sanders sides#thomas sanders#logan sanders#incorrect logan #logan x virgil #incorrect analogical#analogical ts#ts logan#logan ts #virgil x logan #virgil incorrect quotes #virgil sanders#ss virgil#ts virgil#virgil ts#ts janus#platonic loceit #sanders sides incorrect quotes #incorrect sanders sides #sanders sides text post #sanders sides fluff #analogical fluff
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  • gayandtiredoffical
    23.10.2021 - 13 hours ago

    CW: Cursing

    Janus: Your future self is talking shit about you right now.

    Virgil, on his 3rd all nighter in a row: Jokes on them. I'll ruin their fucking life.

    #imagining the bs that happened when the dark sides were all together brings me joy #sanders sides #sanders sides incorrect quotes #ts janus#ts virgil#ss janus#ss virgil#virgil sanders#janus sanders#anxceit#platonic anxceit#incorrect quotes
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  • entity9silvergen
    23.10.2021 - 15 hours ago

    Patton: screams

    Roman: runs in with sword What is it?

    Patton: Spider!

    Virgil: Don’t hurt Susan!

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  • im-an-anxious-wreck
    23.10.2021 - 15 hours ago

    If I Was Smart, Would You Love Me?

    AO3 link

    Summary: Virgil is stupid, even he knows that. He also knows that someone as smart and talented as Logan would never love someone as stupid and worthless as Virgil.

    But when a mysterious glowing orb says it can change that, that it can make him smart, should Virgil accept the offer? Surely it can't actually do that... Surely Virgil is unfixable... Right?

    Warnings: crying, cursing, character repeatedly says and thinks he's stupid, placing ones worth on how smart one is, hurt/comfort (well, actually it’s fluff angst fluff)

    Characters: Patton, Logan, Virgil, Roman, Janus

    Perspective/main character: switches between Virgil and Logan (but it is more about Virgil)

    Appear: Janus, Patton, Roman

    Relationships: analogical, everything else is platonic

    Word Count: 10,323

    Link to my Masterpost

    Hope you enjoy :D


    He should be asleep. He really should.

    Virgil should be in his bed, asleep, or at least trying to sleep, but despite all that… he wasn't. He was very much awake, unable to fall back asleep after a nightmare woke him up.

    And instead of trying his usual methods; tea, extra blankets, even more white noise; he had snuck into Roman's room, slipped through the door of the Imagination, and was wandering around the forest.

    He'd hoped that it would tire him out and put his thoughts to rest, and it had, the first part more so though.

    He was just about to turn back, his eyes starting to finally droop, when a strange noise prickled at Virgil's ears. 

    It was rather faint, but it got louder the farther into the dark, twisting forest he walked. It was like a… a hum, of sorts. However, it didn't sound like it was made by a human, but rather sounded almost otherworldly.

    And even though it sounded odd, it almost felt… homely, inviting. Despite Virgil having never heard it before, it sounded familiar even. Safe. Yes, it felt safe, and Virgil couldn't help but pick up speed a bit.

    It was getting louder and louder, but it always seemed to be just out of reach, and the prolonged anticipation building up was starting to really annoy Virgil.

    He was starting to believe he'd never find the source of that mysterious pulsating hum when he stumbled across a small clearing, the humming now so close, Virgil could feel it in his chest, in his bones.

    The clearing was empty save for a grey, cracked, and crumbled pillar in the dead center. Virgil hadn't taken two steps past the treeline when a dim glass ball he hadn't noticed started to glow a bright orange and float rather ominously over the pillar. 

    Virgil couldn't help but move closer as if it drew him in.

    The humming grew painfully loud before fading into a soft voice.

    "A human? It's been… so long. What's your name, dear mortal?"


    "Oh, well hello, Virgil. Do you know what I am?" 

    "A weird glass ball?"

    The orb let out what could have been considered a laugh. "Well, I suppose you're not wrong. But my purpose is actually to grant a wish to anyone who stumbles upon this little gap in the trees."


    "Hah, that's a long story, and you'd have to ask the person who cursed me to get that answer."

    "Wait, cursed? Were you—"

    "A human? Yes. I was. But that was a long time ago, for now, let's just focus on helping you." 

    "Sorry. I didn't mean to bring up anything you didn't wanna me to."

    "It's alright." 

    "But seriously, a wish? You just expect me to believe that? You're not gonna even put a limit on it like 'rule number one, I can't kill anybody. Rule number two, I can't make anybody fall in love with anybody else. Rule number three, I can't bring people back from the dead.' I call BS."

    "Hah, Aladdin, nice."

    "You know Aladdin?"

    "Of course I do. I know a lot of things."


    "Anyway, I do actually have limits but they're more like, I can only grant a certain type of wish. It's actually pretty specific. And you only get the one."

    "Wow, so you're like, useless."

    "No, I'm not!"

    "Dude, if you weren't some weird orb, you'd be pouting, wouldn't you?"


    Virgil snickered. "Right. I definitely believe you."

    "Shut up! I mean… anyway. Let's move on. The specifics are that I can fix one flaw for you."

    Virgil couldn't help but squint his eyes in suspicion. "Really?"

    "Yes, you get one wish to fix one flaw. So, what'll it be?" The glowing mysterious orb asked. "If you could change one thing about yourself… what would you pick? What horrible flaw that makes you completely unlovable would you fix?”

    Despite every bone in his body screaming in him to say no, that this was dangerous, and he should get the fuck out of there, he found himself walking a little closer to the orb and saying, "Any… any flaw?"

    "Yes, any flaw you could think of, I can fix. What's keeping you back from the people you care about? What part of you makes you worthless in their eyes?"

    "N— no. They… they care about me." Virgil dropped his voice down to a whisper. "I know they do."

    "Oh, really? Then why are you here? In the dark forest, wishing to be good enough, wishing that they cared? If you really think that they love just soooo much, then why aren't you there, with them? Oh, there's someone in particular, isn't there?"

    "What!? No, I— how'd yo—"

    "Please, you're practically pushing your lonely thoughts at me. Let's see… I believe his name is Logan?"

    "I… m— maybe."

    "Ah, I thought as much… Do you know what flaw you'd pick?"

    "Ugh, no. Hell, I'm not even sure if I'm gonna let you fix it or not. I mean, a weird magic glowing orb in the middle of the woods is telling me it can fix one of my flaws, what am I supposed to think? It's just…"

    "A dream come true?"

    "Weird. I— I was gonna say it's just weird."

    "That's alright, I'm in no hurry. You can think this over as much as you'd like. But of course, how are you supposed to think over what decision to make when you don't even know what I'll be fixing? So since you seem to think you just have too many flaws that need fixing, I can actually help with that too."


    "If you'll let me, I can take just a peek, just a really small one, I promise, and then I can tell you what your biggest flaw is."

    "You… you can?"

    "Yes, believe it or not, I just want to help you."

    Virgil chewed on his lower lip before sighing. "Okay, just… don't go too far."

    "Of course."

    Before Virgil could get worried about what the orb would see or do, he was surrounded by a bright blue-white light. It grew in intensity before it pulsed a few times.

    The orb spoke again, "Ah, you, of course, have the flaw of pushing others away… but your biggest flaw…"

    "Yes?" Virgil asked, rather desperately, eyes still closed due to the unbearably bright light.

    "Your biggest flaw is…" The light vanished as quick as it had come. "Is that you're stupid."

    "Wh— what?" Virgil blinked his eyes, trying to adjust to the dark woods once again, the orb's light now dim in comparison to the pulsating glow of before. "Are… are you sure?"

    "Absolutely positive. Why do you think that Logan, the smartest person you know, doesn't love you? You're just too stupid. If you were smart, he'd actually love you."

    "No, I mean… he's not that shallow. I mean yeah, he doesn't love me, and probably never will but that's just because… um, because… oh, fuck."

    "Yes, he's not interested in you. Because why would he? You're boring. You have nothing to offer him. Why would he want to be with someone who can't keep up with him?"

    "But if… if you did make me smart, not that I'm necessarily gonna say yes, but… but if you did, wouldn't it be weird if I was suddenly smart?"

    "Hmm, I don't think so. Everyone might be a bit surprised, especially if they thought you were stupid, which you are right now, of course, but can you imagine how pleasantly surprised Logan would be when you answered his nerdy question with a nerdy answer?"

    Virgil could, Virgil all too easily could.

    The orb continued, "Why he'd be so pleased that he'd want to spend more time with you, and after spending more time with you and seeing how smart you are… he'd fall in love with you."

    "I… I don't think that's how it works. And you're… I mean, that's a big promise to make."

    "You really think he could resist? Have you ever said anything even remotely smart to him?"

    "I… well, maybe like, a few times."

    "And did you see his reaction after you said it?"

    "Well… yeah, bu—"

    "And how did he look?"

    "Uh… pleasantly surprised."

    "And did he seem more open to you after that?"

    "…Yeah, he… later he invited me to discuss it more but my throat closed up and I was too an— anxious to say anything 'cuz I was gonna make an absolute fool of myself and he'd think I was silly and stupid an— um, yeah. God, he looked so disappointed though. He always thinks I'm better than I am, he expects better. And he's right, I— I should be better."

    "You could be better."

    "Yeah, he'd… he'd finally see… and I'd finally live up to his expectations, to what he seems to think I'd be, if I just tried. Of course, he doesn't know I'm just like this, I'm just stupid, but… but I could fix tha— er, you could fix that, I mean."

    "I could. Easily."

    "And… and of course I'd understand if he still didn't want me, I do have a lot of flaws… but if… if there's a chance… and if you fix this big one then maybe I could work on a few of the smaller ones… yeah. Yeah!"

    "Have you made your decision?"

    "I… I think I have."


    "Weird magic glowing orb thingy, I wish for you to fix my biggest flaw and make me smart."

    The surface of the orb began crackling and fizzing louder and louder until Virgil could barely hear himself think. Then, as quickly as it'd started, it'd stopped again. 

    And the last thing Virgil remembered before he blacked out, was a voice that was somehow everywhere and nowhere at once, whispering, "Gladly."


    Virgil was awoken by three uniform raps on the door.


    Wait, last night… Virgil opened his eyes and quickly sat up. Did last night really happen? 

    "Virgil? Are you awake yet?" Logan's soft voice called. 

    Virgil didn't feel any different than usual, but perhaps it was a more subtle, a more unseen thing.

    "This is around your natural waking up time…" Logan continued, "Oh, unless you accidentally stayed up later than usual and are sleeping in."

    Although now that Virgil thought about it, he did feel a bit more like he knew what he was doing, a kind of gentle determination settling in his chest.

    "Hmm, perhaps I should come back later then."

    "No, wait!" Virgil all but cried out, jumping out of bed and to the door. "Wait, I'm awake."

    Virgil yanked the door open to where Logan was standing there, a slightly surprised look on his face.

    "Virgil! Um, greetings. I am… what I mean to say was that… um, apologies, I seem to um…"

    Virgil leaned against the doorframe, his arms casually crossed, and an eyebrow raised in amusement. "Uhhhh, you good, Lo?"

    "Yes! Yes, of course. I apologize for my… strange behaviour. I suppose my thoughts weren't in order. That is one disadvantage to saying things without thinking first. Although spontaneous dialogue and conversation can be quite interesting and usefu— ah, apologies, I've gotten off-topic."

    Virgil snorted loudly. "Nah, it's okay, Logan. I actually really enjoy your tangents, and find your vocabulary and the way you construct your sentences to be fascinating. Plus, they're often quite educational as well… Wow, I sounded kinda like a nerd." Virgil grinned. "Cool."


    Oops. No way was Virgil going to let Logan know that he'd trusted a random orb from the Imagination to make him smart. Damn, that sounded like a bad idea, not only from an anxious standpoint but from his new logical one.

    "Uhhh, nothing. Anyway, what were you saying? Like when your thoughts weren't in order."

    "Ah, yes, thank you for reminding me. I was just um, saying that it's good to see you. I— well, I rather missed your company, I suppose."

    "Oh, really? You… you missed me?"

    Logan twisted his fingers together. "...Yes, I… I did."

    "O— oh. I missed you too."

    Logan squinted at Virgil. "Really?"

    "Yeah, really."

    "Oh. Well, good, er, um…"

    "Oh my God, you're adorable."


    "Oh, uhhhh… huh."

    "I…" Logan blinked a few times. "I um…"

    "It's okay, Lo. You don't haveta response… oh! If you feel up to it, wanna hang out this afternoon? It's okay if you're busy, just thought I'd ask."

    "Oh, um, no, I'm not busy. Shall we go to my room? Or try to get Roman to let us in the Imagination?"

    "Unless you're feeling more like a homebody, I vote for bullying —don't worry, I don't think we're going to actually bully him— bullying Roman into letting us use the Imagination. Maybe we'll get him to make us a nice field— oh! We could have a picnic. If you want, I mean."

    "I'd… really like that."

    "Well, if you wanna ask Roman to set up the Imagination in a bit, I'll get the food? And we can make our way to the imagination and set up around 3ish?"

    "Oh, excellent. That works for me. And yes, I'll ask him. And uh, what type of food were you thinking? Sandwiches and chips?"

    "Of course. A picnic classic."

    "And shall we stare at the fresh cookies Patton made until he sends some with us? Which is like 4 seconds from when he first spots us."

    "Absolutely, but of course, he only takes that long to offer because he's smiling so much."

    "Well, naturally."


    Logan had been feeling weird lately, and he even figured out why. While feelings weren't his strong suit by any stretch of the imagination, he was quite observant, and was able to confirm his hypothesis into a theory with only a bit of research.

    But that didn't mean he had everything figured out. He didn't know what he wanted, or even should do. And seeing as this was an emotional matter, Patton would hopefully be able to give him some advice on the matter.

    Logan almost stopped by Patton's room to see if he was there, but it was mid-morning and Patton was probably in the kitchen making some baked goods before he started on lunch.

    Logan walked to the dining part of the common room, stopping in front of the open divider/bar that was in between the common room and the kitchen. 

    Ah, he was indeed correct. Patton was there, already getting things out.

    Logan softly cleared his throat, hoping to not startle Patton. "Good morning, Patton."

    Patton looked up from where he was looking at a recipe and getting out ingredients, startling slightly. "Oh, Logan! You made me jump, kiddo. What's up?"

    "I… I could use your assistance."

    "Oh, of course! What type of help do ya need, and would cookies help?"

    "Well, it's… it's an… emotional matter, so you can imagine how it's out of my expertise… and cookies always help."

    "Oh... okay! Yeah, can do! Sit at the bar if ya wanna, I'm just starting some chocolate chip cookies. I'm listening though, 'kay?" Patton looked back at his… recipe card?

    Logan briefly furrowed his eyebrows. Patton didn't usually need a recipe for chocolate chip cookies. Actually, now that Logan thought about it, he'd only ever seen Patton with a recipe if it was something he'd never made before. He memorized them impressively fast. But perhaps he merely wanted to try someone else's way of making them. 

    "Yes, that sounds pleasant. Thank you." Logan internally winced at how long he took to reply, and gingerly sat down on the barstool, watching Patton go about the kitchen.

    "Of course! I'm always here for y'all."

    Was it Logan's imagination or was Patton having a harder time finding things than normal?

    "The measuring cups are in the third drawer down, not the second."

    "Oh, yes! Silly me. So what's up?"

    "Well…" Logan drummed his fingers on the counter. "I realised something and I don't know how to… I don't know what to do."

    Patton turned away from where he'd been gathering ingredients and looked at Logan, eyebrows lightly furrowed. "This is something pretty serious, huh?"

    "No, it's… it's silly. I probably shouldn't be bothering you with it. Nevermind. Thank you for being willing to listen anyway." Logan made to get up but Patton gently held onto his hands.

    "Hey, it's alright. I don't mind at all, Logan. I'm glad you felt like you could come to me for help. Can I ask what you realised?"

    Logan sighed and forced himself to relax as Patton let go of his hands. "I believe that I am… romantically interested in Virgil."

    There was a split second where Patton didn't say anything, making Logan briefly and rather illogically panic, before the brightest smile crossed Patton's face.

    "Aww! That's so pure, kiddo!" Patton put his elbows on the cabinet in between them and rested his head in his hands.

    Logan felt his face warm slightly. "Yes, well, um, I've been having weird symptoms around Virgil and when I think about him for more than a few seconds. So, I cross-referenced them with different sicknesses, and what I found was that it… it fit how people describe the way they feel when they are in… um, in..."

    "In love?" Patton asked, a knowing twinkle in his eye.

    "I, um— yes, that. So, what do I do? Should I ignore it? It'll go away if I just ignore it, right?"

    "Well, not usually. Feelings, especially romantic ones, are pretty tricky. But even if you don't wanna try for a romantic relationship with him, I don't think ignoring it is the best way to go about it. But of course, we should make sure that you don't actually want a romantic relationship with him."

    "What? Why wouldn't I want to be in a relationship with Virgil?"

    Patton frowned. "Then why were you gonna just ignore it?"

    "Virgil has anxiety—"

    Patton's eyebrows shot up. "Excuse you—" Patton all but growled. 

    Wait, did… Logan blinked and it was gone again. "No! Not like that. You didn't let me finish."

    "Sorry, sorry." Patton took a deep breath. "What did you mean then?"

    "He has anxiety and I'm… I know this sounds rather silly but… I'm worried he'd feel obligated in some way. And the last thing I want is to make him feel forced, or hurt him in any way. He's… very important to me, and if he's happier with us being friends then so be it."

    "Okay, well, first of all, you're assuming that Virgil doesn't like you romantically, or wouldn't want to try for a relationship at all. And you don't actually know if he'd be happier if you two are friends. Maybe he'd be happier if you two got together, of course maybe he wouldn't, but the point is you don't actually know. And you can assume and even make educated guesses, but you can't know for definite sure—"

    "Unless I ask him."

    "Yep, exactly. And I… I will say that he obviously cares about you a lot. Even if he doesn't feel romantic feelings towards you, or doesn't want to try for a romantic relationship, I know you two will still be very good friends. Ah, that might not be as comforting… sorry."

    "No, it's alright. I… you've given me a lot to think about. And I… I think I will ask him. We're having a picnic this afternoon and that seems like an opportune time.

    "Alright, kiddo. Just don't rush into anything, 'kay?"

    "Hmm? Oh, of course. I will think about this a bit more until then, but I'd already wanted to ask him. I just felt like I didn't have a concrete idea of the whole thing. I was letting my fears and worries cloud my thinking. I can't know or change the outcome, but I can ask. I'd gotten wrapped up in 'what if's and forgot that the easiest way to know how someone will react… is to just ask them. You helped me remember that."

    "Well, you know I'm always happy to help, kiddo!" Patton smiled at Logan before he looked back down at his recipe card.

    "Yes, and I really appreciate it. Thank you, De—"

    'Patton' looked up in surprise.

    "Er, I mean, Patton."

    He sighed. "...Godamnit. And here I thought I was rather convincing." 'Patton's form twisted for a second before it settled back into Deceit's usual appearance. "It was how angry and protective I got over Virgil, wasn't it?"

    "That was when I first realised, yes. Although I did think it was weird that you had a recipe for something that you would've supposedly made dozens of times. But anyway, Patton can be quite protective, but that wasn't quite how I think he'd react to me. Perhaps to you or Remus, and I'd no doubt get an earful if I was going where you thought I was. But after your left eye glowed a bit after you practically growled at me, it wasn't hard to put it together."

    "Ah, well, damn."

    "May I ask why you were in our kitchen?"

    "Well, it couldn't be that I was trying to make cookies. I didn't think that was rather obvious."

    "Ah, I should've been more specific. Why were you baking in our kitchen instead of in your side of the Mindscape?"

    "Oh, Remus exploded our sink again, and I absolutely refuse to bake under such circumstances. Plus, who knows when Remus will get around to fixing it."

    "Hm, well you're more than welcome to use ours in the meantime. Although I would ask that you come as yourself."

    "Thank you. And I suppose I should apologize. After you said it was an emotional matter, I shouldn't've let you continue."

    "It's alright. It wasn't anything I mind you knowing. And while you weren't who I was looking for, you still provided some valuable information. I would, however, like to know it was you before I speak about an emotional matter next time."

    "Oh, well, that's not reasonable. I really do apologize for that. I should've told you to come back later, instead of asking more questions and prying my nose into things."

    "Apology accepted. And I suppose it does make this next part easier anyway."

    Deceit raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

    "Seeing as you assisted with the majority of Virgil's upbringing, Deceit, I'd like to formally ask you for your permission to pursue a romantic relationship with Virgil."

    "Me? Virgil and I are barely on speaking terms as it is. I mean, he hisses at me practically every other word!"

    "Yes, your and Virgil's relationship is rather strained right now, but that doesn't discount how close you were before. And I believe under all the surface conflict and hurt, you two still care about each other a great deal more than either of you would care to admit.

    "And you could've quite easily steered me away from pursuing a romantic relationship with Virgil, but you actually recommended I talk to him instead. Which makes me believe that you actually want us to get together. So, with all that in mind, the least I can do is formally ask for your blessing."

    "I… alright. You have my blessing, just— don't go around telling people that. I do have a reputation to uphold after all."

    "Ah, yes, of course. Wouldn't want anyone to think you could be soft, after all."

    "My my, is that sarcasm I hear?" Deceit put a hand to his chest in mock shock. "Logan the stoic and concise, using sarcasm? Didn't think you'd have it in you. Why I am surprised at you!"

    "Ah, yes. I usually don't use sarcasm as it can make conversation confusing, but I felt it was appropriate in this case. Especially since you often use sarcasm or opposite speak."

    "Oh, I am just so proud, Logan. Good job."

    Despite Deceit's sarcasm and words, Logan didn't feel mocked. Quite the opposite actually, a strange sort of warmth filling his chest.

    "Alright, alright. Well… I'll let you get back to your baking. I should go anyhow. I need to get some work done before lunch."

    "Oh, Logan, I almost forgot." Deceit clicked his tongue. "Before you go. I presume I don't need to give you the 'hurt him and they'll never find your body' talk."

    "You are quite correct in that presumption, and I'd expect nothing less. I don't want to hurt him any more than you do, Deceit."

    Deceit paused, taking in Logan's words before he nodded. "Good… oh, and I… I suppose if you happen to use my name, I wouldn't like, be mad or whatever."

    "Oh, I see. I shall endeavour to use the correct one then… Janus."

    The corner of De— Janus' mouth quirked up. "Alright. I— good."

    Logan gave a small smile of his own and hoped it wasn't too awkward. He hadn't had much practice smiling lately.

    They stood there for a moment before Janus cleared his throat. "Well, have an absolutely dreadful time this afternoon."

    "Oh, thank you. I hope you have a pleasant afternoon as well."


    Virgil knocked on Logan's door. "Hey, Lo? You ready to go? I have the food."

    Logan opened his door. "Oh, excellent. Um, and did you grab the—"

    "Pickles? Yeah, I got you your nasty vinegar cucumbers."

    "Oh, so it's my 'nasty vinegar cucumbers' is it now?" Logan stepped out of his room, pulling the door shut behind him. "So it must've been Janus who I saw eating an entire jar of pickles a few days ago, not you."

    "Exactly… definitely Jan. That foul snake… how dare he. Pretend to be me. And eat pickles, therefore besmirching my good name. So rude."

    Logan laughed, making Virgil smile, his chest filling with warmth.

    "Yes, how dare he. I shall have to have a conversation with him about such unlawful actions."

    Virgil giggled, although it was half snorts. He, however, couldn't find it in himself to be too embarrassed. They were having fun, and that's what mattered.

    After Virgil finally settled down, happily noting that Logan still had a pleased look on his face, Virgil said, "So, you ready for that picnic?"

    Virgil normally, light-heartedly, of course, complained about Roman being extra, but this was one time that he certainly wasn't.

    The green grass rolled across the gentle hills, while a light breeze blew soft, white clouds through the endless blue. A little farther off the start of the forest could be seen, and to the left of that, the lake sparkled. Flowers of all colours dotted the entire area.

    "Wow," Virgil said, almost breathless. "Roman really went all out, didn't he?"

    "Well," Logan adjusted his glasses, a small smile on his face, "I did ask for a good picnic spot, and he certainly didn't disappoint."

    "Yeah, geez. This is… anyway, um, shall we set up over here?"

    "Yes, this does look like a pleasant spot."

    Virgil set down the picnic basket and, with Logan's help, laid out the blanket and food.

    "Oh, I've been meaning to ask," Logan said, partway through their meal, "How've you been liking the book I recommended?"

    Virgil perked up, quite sure his eyes were all but sparkling. "Oh! I haven't finished it yet but I've absolutely loved it so far. Josephine is such a compelling main character and her 'friend' Beth Ann is so sweet. And the obvious pinning between them, I just— how can they be so oblivious!"

    "I know, right!"

    "Ugh, and the baker, oh, whatever his name is—"


    "Yeah! That bastard. He just pisses me off so much. But when Beth Ann threw the rock at his window, I about woke up the whole Mindscape because of how hard I was laughing. I just—" Virgil snorted. "Anyway, yeah. It's been good."

    "Ah, I'm glad. I thought you'd enjoy it."

    "Yeah, thanks for letting me borrow it."

    Logan smiled. "Of course."

    They ate more, chatting all the while, until they were comfortably full.

    Logan cleared his throat. "I would just like to preface this by saying that I, in no way, want you to think I'm saying this because it's a bad thing."

    "Uhh, okay? What's, um, what's up?"

    "You seem to be in a good mood. You're very, uh, open and confident. I'm very glad you're—" Logan pulled out a flashcard, "—'Feeling your oats' as the phrase goes."

    Virgil snorted. "Yeah, man. I feel good. I've just been able to relax, ya know?"

    "Mm, I'm glad. I know how stressed you can be, and it's… it's nice to see you take some well-deserved downtime to just 'chill out'." Logan dragged two fingers down as if to put quotation marks around the last two words.

    Virgil raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Wh— why is 'chill out' in quotes?"

    "I… do not know. That's a very good question."

    "Ah, well, really, why do any of us do anything?"

    "Well, actually, we, as a human race, do the many things we do for a wide variety of reasons. Of course, not everything has an easily identifiable reason but— ah, apologies, that was a rhetorical question and I just took it and, metaphorically, ran with it."

    "No, you're good! I was just— I was, mm. I… sorry but, oh my goodness, how— how are you this…"

    Logan's face fell, causing a pang to shoot through Virgil's chest. "Annoying?"

    "What? No! I was going to say cute and nerdy. I— shit, Lo, I don't think you're annoying. You're really interesting, and really passionate when talking about the things you enjoy. I love listening to you. Really. And I'm sorry if I ever made you think that I thought you were annoying. Because you're not. You're the opposite. You're enrapturing! And… and life would be quite dull without your fascinating, and oftentimes educational, rants."

    "...'I shit Lo'. "

    "Oh, come on. That's what you take from this."

    Logan let out a small laugh. "I'm only teasing, Virgil."

    "You certainly are teasing Virgil," Virgil muttered.

    "But in all seriousness—"

    "Necktie… sorry. Continue."

    "I really do appreciate your… kind words. And I'm very glad to know I'm not bothering you, and that you seem to enjoy my rants and rambles about as much as I do."

    "I— yeah, of course, man. It— yeah."

    Logan gave Virgil a lopsided smile. "Right… oh, um, I had a question…"


    "Is… is this a date?"

    "Oh! It, um, what?"

    "It's alright if it is a platonic outing… but if it was a date… um, I'd like to know, considering that would be, um, vital information."

    "It… um, do you want it to be a date?"

    "I… I would rather like it to be, but only if you want it to be a date as well. Um, do… do you want it to be a date?"

    "I— yes. Holy shit, yes, I do. I'd love for this to be a date."

    "I… ah, good. Then it's a date."

    "It's a date. Yeah." Virgil couldn't help the wide smile that crossed his face, all too aware he probably looked ridiculous, but he couldn't find it in himself to care.

    "Would that… and apologies if this is too fast, I don't exactly have the best idea of how quickly this should go, especially because everyone has different speeds and boundaries… but, would that… make you my boyfriend? Or does one have to go on multiple dates first?"

    "Uhh, I think it depends and maybe like, usually multiple… but like if— um, I mean, do you want to be boyfriends?"

    "Yes! I mean I would very much like that, if you do, but if this is too fast, I completely understand."

    "No, it… yes, I very much would like to be your boyfriend."

    "Oh! I um, good. Then we're boyfriends."

    "Yeah," Virgil's face warmed. "Boyfriends."


    Virgil came back to his room, having just finished his ninth date with Logan, and it took everything in him to not squeal with happiness the instant the door shut.

    Logan had even walked him back to his room like the gentleman Logan was. Virgil paused for a moment more and, after hearing Logan's door down the hall click shut, allowed himself a small squeal, which quickly turned into giggles, albeit very quiet giggles. But still, Virgil giggled. Virgil!

    They'd only been together for 6 days. And while Virgil knew they were still in the 'honeymoon phase', he couldn't help but look at it optimistically.

    Hell, he couldn't remember a time he'd been this happy, and especially for this long.

    Sure, soon things would mellow out, and they were bound to have disagreements at some point, but it didn't seem so daunting. Not when he knew he'd have Logan by his side, and smarts in his brain. 

    Virgil knew they were being the overly sweet, PDA couple, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. They were enjoying themselves, and everyone was nothing but supportive, teasing included.

    Everything was going well. Things were… amazing. Virgil would even, albeit hesitantly, go as far as to say things were beyond amazing. They were practically perfect in every way. 

    So really he should've known it wouldn't last. Things never went well for him.


    ~One week after the orb encounter~


    When Virgil woke up he almost felt like something was off. He blearily blinked his eyes. But what was off? He felt… normal. Wait, normal? He wasn't supposed to be feeling normal! He was supposed to be feeling smart. Just like he did every morning this past week or so. (Well, except the first day as it'd taken a moment to sink in.) So if he wasn't feeling smart the second he woke up...

    What… what happened? What had happened to make him stupid again!? 

    Virgil jumped when a knock sounded on the door.

    "Virgil? Are you awake yet?"

    Shit, Logan. Oh fuck. God fucking damnit! Virgil couldn't be stupid again! Logan would… he would… oh god.

    "Virgil? Are you hyperventilating? Remember your breathing exercise. In for 4, hold for 7, and out for 8… it's alright, you're alright. Just try again."

    How the hell was Virgil supposed to get control of his breathing when he was stupid again? God, Logan will be so disappointed. He'd want to— Virgil choked back another sob. 

    "Virgil, please. I'm worried about you. Just breathe, okay?"

    Logan would want to break up with him. There was no way Logan would ever want to be with anyone this stupid.

    "C— can't."

    "Mm, you may not feel like it, but I promise that you can, Virgil. And it's alright if it takes you awhile to do so, but you can. You're allowed to breathe. Whatever is distressing you, can be solved. You don't have to go though this alone. I'll do everything in my power to help, and I know the others will want to as well. We're here for you, Virgil."

    Virgil only barely muffled his sob. "N— no! Don't w— want you h— here." 

    Oh god. Why was Virgil like this? Sabotaging everything before it could have half a chance to get bad.

    Virgil could practically see Logan's eyebrow raise. "You don't? If you would prefer, I can get someone els—"

    "No! D— don't. Please."

    "...Alright. I won't. Will you please at least tell me what's wrong, my love?"

    Virgil didn't quite stifle this sob in time, the sound all but echoing through his room.

    "Oh, starlight. You can tell me. And, unless you absolutely insist for me to go, I'm not leaving you. I'm right here."

    Of course he wouldn't just leave unless Virgil was an absolute dick. Of course Logan was so patient and kind. He was amazing.

    "Of course I w— want you to l— leave. G— god you're s— so…" And wow, Virgil was the worst person ever, "so a— annoying."

    "O— oh. I see."

    The smallness and just pure heartbreak in Logan's voice almost broke Virgil completely. He almost, almost opened the door, apologized, and confessed everything to Logan.

    But… he couldn't. It was like there was a physical barrier keeping him from doing so, and molasses in his entire body, weighing him down.

    "Well… I apologize for annoying you. It wasn't my i— intention, yet I made that mistake anyway. I shall attempt to do better in the future… thank you for c— correcting me." 

    Yep, Virgil actually hated himself. Why couldn't he ever do anything right?

    "J— just… just go away."

    Logan didn't deserve this. Didn't deserve this mess he'd accidentally invited into his life. 

    He was too polite and kind to tell Virgil that he needed to get his shit together directly. But when Virgil inevitably couldn't, he would break up with Virgil. 

    But Logan… he wouldn't get it, not really. He'd still, even if it hurt him, be so kind and gentle to Virgil. And that… it'd be better if Virgil broke up with Logan before Logan had the chance to.

    That way, Logan would feel betrayed, sure, but he could heal from that, and have no problem being cold towards Virgil. He'd finally recognize Virgil for the poison that he truly was.

    It'd hurt Logan short term —something which Virgil would never forgive himself for—, but then he wouldn't have to be hurt by Virgil long term.

    "Please, g— go."

    "I… yes. Of course. And f— for what it's worth, I'm… I'm sorry I couldn't be of more assistance."

    Virgil choked back a sob. He hadn't been planning on doing it right now, but he certainly couldn't break up with Logan in this state. It would drag it out farther but it'd be better to wait a bit anyway. He needed a game plan.

    God, Virgil was not going to make it through that conversation without crying.


    Virgil had been ignoring Logan, and Logan couldn't, for the life of him, figure out what he'd done wrong.

    He'd only gone to tell Virgil 'good morning', the day before, but, for seemingly no reason, Virgil had been absolutely distraught. And to make matters worse, when he attempted to help soothe Virgil, his presence had only distressed Virgil further. 

    Of course, perhaps Virgil being upset had nothing to do with Logan and he just need a lot of space. Then again, maybe Logan had greatly offended him somehow.

    And the more Logan thought about it, the more he confirmed his conclusion that he wouldn't be able to solve this on his own. He really needed someone with more emotional experience to talk to about this. Hopefully Patton wouldn't be too busy right now.

    After receiving no answer to his knock on Patton's door, he went to check the common room.

    "Oh hey, Logan!" Patton looked up from his crochet, his smile quickly turning into a frown at Logan's downcast demeanour. "What's up?"

    "I was… wondering if you were busy, Patton. And if you aren't, then I was wondering if you could assist me with an… emotional matter."

    Patton tilted his head to the side and set his crochet stuff on the coffee table. "Nope, not busy at all! What's on your mind?"

    "Well— er, apologies but I must ask you, are you Janus?"

    "Nope! Oh shoot, that's what he'd say though. Darn. Hmm… what's something he wouldn't know?"

    "It's alright, Patton. I believe you. I— uh, I actually have an agreement with Janus that he'll reveal himself before I say anything… rather private. So I was just checking before I began."

    "Oh! Okay, well, that's good. I'm glad you two are getting along."

    "I am as well."

    "You, uh, wanna sit down?"

    "Hmm? Oh, yes. Apologies." Logan sat down on the couch, making sure to leave plenty of room between himself and Patton.

    "It's alright! You got nothing to apologize for, Lo… So, what did you wanna talk to me about?"

    "Well, it's just… so you know how Virgil and I have been together for approximately 7 days and 23 hours?"


    "Well, Virgil won't talk to me now. I… I went to go see him yesterday morning but he was very upset and said to go away. I, of course, understand that sometimes he needs alone time, especially being the same way myself, and had absolutely no problem giving him the space he needed."

    "...But?" Patton prompted.

    "But… he ignored my asking if he was okay yesterday afternoon, and my asking if he was up to eating supper with us in the evening, and was completely silent when I asked him if he wanted any breakfast and was he alright this morning. Usually, if he wants alone time he will state as such. Not turn off his music when I knock and then say nothing."

    "Oh, hmmm. That is pretty unusual for him. Maybe he just really didn't feel like talking? Or said something but it was just really soft?"

    "I… that seems rather doubtful, but thank you. Perhaps… or perhaps I did something to upset him? He called me… annoying and I thought it was just because he was just upset in general but… I mean, I can't recall saying anything that might've been rude or insensitive… but then again I suppose I'm not really good at telling when I've hurt people's emotions."

    "Hmm, this is pretty odd. Maybe try giving him a bit more time? And then tonight maybe you should try asking him if he's upset, and if he's upset with you. Oh, and maybe try telling him that you can't know what's wrong if he doesn't tell you, and if you can't help if he doesn't let you. And if he still won't talk to you, I can see what's up with him tomorrow."

    "Yes, I— thank you, Patton. This has been really, figuratively, weighing on my mind. I just hope whatever I've done wrong, I can fix."

    Patton sighed. "It might've been something you said, but it might not be. Just remember that, Logan. Okay?"

    "Yes, you're… you're right, of course. I… yes. It might be something unrelated to me, or at least nothing that I've said or done. But of course, then again maybe it is something I didn't and he doesn't… hold me in a… very fond regard anymore. Perhaps I did something so bad that he won't forgive me and I just completely ruined our relationship and he hates me foreve—"

    "Hey, hey, Logan. It's alright." Patton sat his hand on Logan's shoulder. "You're catastrophizing, okay?"

    "Yes, I am. I need to calm down. I'm just… just so worried. I mean, what could've happened for him to… to push me away like this. Wh—" Logan choked back a sob. "What did I do wrong, Patton? I just can't figure out what I did wrong."

    "I can't say for sure, of course, but it really sounds like you didn't do anything. Maybe something happened but if you said something, you didn't know and I really don't think you could've done something that bad and that easily. Like, I don't know, based on his reaction, I just think you'd at least have a general idea of what you did."

    "Yes. Yes, of course. You're right, Patton. I— thank you." 

    "Of course, Logan. I'm always here for you. And I really hope your conversation goes well tonight."

    "I… I hope so too."


    "Oh, Bed, Goth, And Beyond?" Virgil heard Roman call from the other side of Virgil's door. "Why are you moping? Did something happen between you and Logan?"

    Virgil pulled his blanket even closer and sniffed into his pillow. 

    Roman continued, "He's been looking really sad and you won't come out of your damn room."

    Had Virgil really upset Logan that bad? Of course, he had said some really mean things. It was all a blur, he couldn't really remember what he said… except, he'd called Logan 'annoying'. And that was… God, he was so insecure about that and Virgil had just been an absolute prick and said it anyway. Of course he had. He really was stupid. He just kept fucking things up. 

    That's all he knew how to do. Be stupid and fuck things up.

    "Virgil? Please? Will you please talk to someone about it? It's alright if it's not me. You could work it out with Logan, or talk to Patton. He's always so helpful with stuff like this. Or perhaps I could help in some way?"

    Virgil had to bite his lip from wanting to call out to Roman to yes, come help him. He'd fucked up and didn't know how to fix it.

    "Oh gods, it'd be so awkward if you're asleep and I've just been rambling at your door. Are you awake?"

    Tears sprang to Virgil's eyes. He shouldn't be bothering Roman. He had to stop fucking everything up.

    "Oh…" Roman's voice came from farther away, "Well, alright then."

    "No!" Virgil exclaimed before he could stop himself.

    "Virgil?" Roman asked, voice louder again. 

    "Y— yeah?" 

    "Are you okay?"

    "Hah, what's an 'okay'?"

    "Oh, Virgil. May I come in? I want to help."

    Virgil furiously scrubbed underneath his eyes. "Sure, why not."

    Roman knew Virgil was awake and probably heard the upset in his voice, likely causing Roman to worry. Better to get this over with and let Roman think he'd helped so Virgil could go back to wallowing in his self-pity and loathing.

    The door opened with a small creak to reveal Roman there in his pajamas. "Hey, there," Roman said, his voice surprisingly soft. "Having a bad time?"

    "...Yeah, but it's my fault so whatever."

    Roman closed the door and sat on the bed next to Virgil, patting his shoulder sympathetically. "I'm sorry to hear that. Do you wanna talk about it, or be distracted from it?"

    "Is okay. You don't need to do anything." Virgil pulled his blanket over his head.

    "Like I said, I wanna help. Whatever's bothering you is clearly something important, even if you don't think it's big or something to make a big fuss over. If it's gotten to this point then it's something that needs to be taken care of."

    "...If I tell you, will you promise not to tell anyone?" Virgil asked, voice rather muffled from where he'd buried himself.

    "I won't tell anyone without your explicit permission. I promise, prince's honour."

    "Okay. Well, I…" Virgil finally sat up, removing the blanket from his face, and cocooned himself in it. "So I… kinda did something stupid. Like really stupid. Like, if I were in a horror movie, the people watching would be shouting 'no, don't do it!' at the TV… Although, in my defence, it was a really smooth talker."

    Roman tilted his head to the side. "What was a smooth talker?"

    "Well… I went into the Imagination… kinda like, without your permission… oh, this was like over a week ago, by the way."


    "And I found this like, glowing orb."

    Roman raised his eyebrows. "A glowing orb? I've never seen it, but I'm not saying I don't believe you! I do, and my lands are quite vast."

    Virgil deflated slightly. "Oh, so you don't know anything about it?"

    "No, but I could ask around in the Imagination. Tell me more. What happened?"

    "Well, it… this sounds a bit weird but, it spoke to me."

    "Doesn't sound weird to me. There's quite a lot of interesting and unrealistic stuff in the Imagination. What did it say?"

    "It…" Virgil picked at a loose thread on his blanket. "It said… that it could fix my greatest flaw. Big bunch of fuckin' baloney."

    "And… and what did you say?"

    "That's the stupid thing I did. I said yes."

    "Hmm, what did it hypothetically fix? And did it?"

    "It… it made me smart. And yeah, it worked… for a while… but then it stopped. It only worked for what… a week? Yeah, it was a week. But anyway, yesterday morning I woke up and I was stupid again."

    "I see. There's one thing I don't understand though. I mean, but… you're already smart?"

    "No, I wasn— er, no, I'm not. I'm so fuckin' stupid. Like it's not even funny how stupid I am…"

    "Oh, Virgil, you're not stupid! You never were… 

    "And yes, I did notice a bit of a difference this past week, but you just seemed more… hmm, how do I put this into words… like happy and…  confident! Yeah, that's the word I was looking for. Like you seemed unafraid to share and show your contributions. And being with Logan really seemed to help your overall mood. It was quite refreshing to see you so… invigorated, ya know?"

    "O— oh. Um, t— thanks, Roman."

    "Shit, got off-topic. As I was saying, you're not stupid. You know lots of stuff! You're the only one who can give Logan a run for his money when we play trivia. And! You've got a lot of emotional intelligence, ya know?"

    "I…" Virgil sniffed. "Yeah. I guess."

    "Well, you do. You always know what we need when we're upset, and how to calm us down, or help us let it out."

    "Well, I mean... I do kinda know how to handle anxiety attacks."

    "You do!" Roman agreed. "And you know what?"


    "Even if you weren't regular smart or emotional smart… we'd still love you."

    "Y— you would?"

    "Yes, absolutely. We would."

    "I— o— oh." Virgil's face was not wet with tears. Thank you very much. "Okay."


    Virgil nodded. "Okay. I— fuck, I believe you."

    "Good, that's… that's good. I— oh, Virgil, are you crying? Um… oh! Would you like a hug?"

    "I… if you, um… yes, please."

    Roman wrapped his warm arms around Virgil and he couldn't help but bury his face into the space in between Roman's neck and shoulder.

    "It's alright, I've got you. And don't worry about the orb, okay? I'll look into it and see what I can find."

    "I…" Virgil pulled back his tear-stricken face from Roman's shoulder to look at him. "Really?"

    "Yeah, you just get some rest, even if you can't sleep. Just, I don't know, read a book, and I'll take of it." Roman tucked a loose piece of hair behind Virgil's ear. "Oh, if I find anything tonight, do you want me to tell you what I find when I do, or should I wait till tomorrow?"

    "I— tonight, if you don't mind. I highly doubt I'll be able to stop thinking about it long enough to fall asleep."

    "Alrighty! Should… um, do you think you feel well enough for me to start my search now?"

    "Oh, yeah, of course!" Virgil pulled back, already missing the warmth. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel obligated to stay."

    "It's alright, Virgil. You didn't. I stayed because I wanted to. And I'm only leaving now to get to the bottom of this for you."

    "Oh, that… sounds like a lot of work. I'm sorry."

    "Nonsense! You have absolutely no reason to apologize."

    "Well, then… Thank you. I really… I really appreciate this."

    "You're welcome, Dark And Daring." Roman smiled heroically. "Farewell!"

    "Bye, Princey. Stay… um, stay safe."

    Roman's smile softened. "I will."


    Virgil knew that reasonably, Roman hadn't been gone that long, but it still felt like it was dragging on forever.

    He'd tried reading, listening to music, and just about anything and everything to try and get his mind off of what Roman was doing, and if he was okay. God, Virgil really hoped he was okay.

    Virgil was just about to start pacing while reading… again, when someone knocked on his door.


    "Hey, guess what, my Emo Screamo?"


    "I did a bit of digging and! I found the thing you were talking about!"

    Virgil opened the door. "The… thing?"

    "Yeah! It's called a Wisher Orb." Roman wiggled his fingers, doing jazz hands. "The Dragon-Witch spotted it in a clearing when she was flyin'."

    "Oh, wow, that was fast. It's only been like, an hour or two."

    "Yep! It wasn't too difficult… Wanna go check it out? Seemed kinda like you have some unfinished business with it."

    "Yeah, I guess so… uh, meet you at the door of the Imagination in ten? I gotta change into something more… suitable for traveling in the woods."

    "Sure, Short-Pale-And… uh…"

    "No, no. Please finish that, Princey." Virgil said, voice light. "Go right ahead. Say it… I dare you."

    "Heh, sorry… and uh, I'll see you in ten then."


    It had taken a frankly ridiculous amount of time for Virgil to find the place again, but somehow, after only getting turned around about six times, they finally got to the familiar clearing. 

    For a brief second Virgil was afraid the orb (what had Roman called it? The Wish-it Orb?) was gone as the clearing, but just like before, he'd barely gotten three steps beyond the trees when it sparked to life. 

    Virgil wearily approached the glowing, orange orb, noticing that Roman hung back, close enough to be able to jump in and assist if necessary, seeing as he was still in earshot, but far enough back to give Virgil and the Wish-it Orb some semblance of privacy.

    "Ah, hello, Mortal. I presume you're back because it wore off, considering it's been a bit over a week. I am a little surprised it took you this long to come back though."

    "Shut up," Virgil hissed. "You could've at least told me that it would only last for a week!"

    "Oh, but where's the fun, the lesson in that?" The orb laughed, sounding rather like a bell tinkling. "Actually, this whole thing has been a lesson. Both in self-confidence and in realising that you're much smarter than you think… although I must confess something…"

    "Oh god, what now?"

    "I didn't make you smart."

    "What the fuck are you talking about? But you did. I know you did." 

    "Mmm, not really. You were already smart. I just gave you the confidence you needed."

    "Wait, really? That can't... but I… but what about all the facts I knew?"

    "You already knew them. You were just never confident enough to share them."

    "...What? No, that can't… I mean… o— oh."

    "Yes. 'Oh'."

    "Oh. Oh, shit... Oh, fuck."

    Roman stepped closer. "Uh, Virgil? You alright?"

    "I… y— yeah. Just my own worst enemy… a— apparently."

    "Remember what you've learned."


    The Wisher Orb suddenly crackled and fizzled, the light spluttering until the sound stopped and the light faded, giving one last flicker before it shattered, the tiny shards and pieces scattering everywhere. 

    "No," Virgil croaked out before he all but screamed, "No! It c— can't just— no!"

    "Hey, hey, hey. It's okay. It's alright, Virgil." Roman rushed forward, hesitantly setting his hand on Virgil's shoulder, and wrapping his arms around Virgil when Virgil all but clung onto him.

    "Stupid fucking— it… pathetic." Virgil all but howled, and didn't think he was just talking about the Wisher Orb anymore.

    "Hey. Hey, Virgil. It's okay. It's gonna be okay. You're alright. It's okay… it's okay."


    Virgil didn't leave his room for a couple of days. He knew it seemed like he was throwing a fit, but he needed the time. Both to think and to just, take a breath.

    Patton had come by the morning after Roman took Virgil to the woods, and told Virgil that Logan had gone to talk to him the night before but he hadn't answered, so Patton came to see what was wrong. Virgil could see how concerned Patton was and told him everything that'd happened. Everything. He couldn't have opened his room door if he was in the Imagination, now could he?

    Virgil promised to talk to Logan the next day and explain, and asked Patton to tell Logan that Virgil was okay and not mad at him.

    He knew he needed to tell Logan what happened, that he wasn't avoiding him because of anything he'd done, but his throat threatened to close up every time he thought about it.

    He was still going to do it, of course. He may not be getting any of that fake confidence from the orb anymore, but he had his own little piece of bravery. Just because he was scared, didn't mean he wasn't going to run away.

    He was going to tell Logan, even though it absolutely terrified him. He needed to. Logan should know what had happened, and if Virgil got any say in the matter at all, he would.

    Virgil took a few long deep breaths, before knocking on Logan's door.

    Logan opened it in record time, staring at Virgil with wide eyes. "I— Virgil. You… hello. Can, um, how can I assist you today?"

    "Hey, Lo. I… I came to explain the past few days."

    "I— ah, I see. That's… alright. Um, would you like to come in?"


    Logan shut the door behind Virgil and they sat on Logan's couch, the large gap between them feeling like a chasm.

    "So…" Logan began. "What… what did happen? Did… have I done something?"

    "What? No! You haven't done anything, Lo. I promise."

    "Then… what? I just… I don't understand."

    "Well…" Virgil explained, he explained it all. Everything. From making the wish to its end, from all his fears and insecurities to how Roman had helped, to how much Virgil loved Logan. He told him everything. He laid himself bare for Logan.

    Logan just sat there for a few moments —minutes? Virgil's sense of time wasn't the best— and processed. 

    Logan took a deep breath. "I… I see. That… certainly sounds like an ordeal."

    "I— um…"


    "Do… do you h— hate me now?"

    "Wh— hate you? I don't think I could ever hate you. Why would I hate you?"

    A few tears slipped down Virgil's cheeks. Dammit, and he'd been doing good so far! "Be— because I… I made a bad decision, and t— tricked you into loving me, but really I'm just… I'm j— just stupid. And I— I lied 'n said y— you were a— annoying, even though t— that's so not t— true, 'n you're really i— insecure about it, 'n it's n— not right! You're n— never 'nnoying. A— and s— so I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Logan. I n— never wanted to h— hurt you!"

    "First of all, we all make bad decisions, but I… I'm not so sure that could be considered a bad decision. Perhaps not the best one, but you're alright, and you've learned from it. That's the important thing, yes? That you're okay, and you learn something from it."

    "I… yeah, I g— guess."

    "Second of all, you have certainly not tricked me into loving you. I have not been tricked, and to my full knowledge, you have not attempted to either."

    "B— but I said yes because I thought you'd love me if I was smart… and t— then you did. It w— worked."

    "Oh. Oh, Virgil. I loved you long before that. I was glad you seemed to be feeling a bit more confident, but my love for you in no way relies upon how confident you are, or your intelligence. I love you for you, Virgil. Not for what you can give me, for you."

    "Shit, Lo. I'm a— already crying. Oh my God, y— you're so sweet."

    "And you're very kind."

    "Mm, Lo!" Virgil briefly buried his face in his hands.

    "Ah, yes. I don't want to overwhelm you."

    "O— oh. Thanks."

    "Of course. Your physical and emotional well-being is very important to me." 

    "But… I s— still said those r— really awful t— things to you."

    "Mm, that brings me to my third point. You said some hurtful things, and it did upset me. I acknowledge that. But that doesn't change the fact that I care about you. I realised that you'd only said that out of a deep hurt. A hurt that I couldn't help with at the time. 

    "You have apologized, and I take it you will attempt to avoid saying a similar thing in the future?"

    "Yes! You're never 'nnoying and I h— hope I never s— say that again."

    "That's good. I… did not enjoy hearing it, but anyway. I do not wish to dwell on it, and would rather discuss other important things. So, that being said, is there anything else you'd like to say or talk about?"

    "Um, j— just to clarify… you like, actually w— want me, even though I'm an a— absolute mess?"

    "Yes, exactly. I very much want you, mess included. For as long as you want me, I want you."

    "Oh, I— yeah. I w— want you too."

    Logan smiled softly. "Good. That's… I'm glad."

    Virgil felt his face warm. "Yeah, 'm glad too… so we— um."


    "We're like, good then, yeah?"

    "Yes, very much so. I love you, and am very glad that you're my boyfriend."

    "I— good, and I… I love you, and 'm really glad you're my boyfriend too. You're— you're really awesome, Logan. And I—" Virgil wiped underneath his eyes. "I c— can't tell you how much it means to m— me that you d— don't hate me, and in f— fact really truly c— care about m— me."

    "Oh, dearest. Hmm… ah, if you feel up to it, would you like some physical contact?"

    It took all of Virgil's strength and willpower to not throw himself into Logan's arms. "I— would y— you?"

    "Yes, I would not be offering it if I didn't wish to partake."

    "Then… yeah, I'd— I'd r— really like t— that."

    Logan gently grabbed Virgil by the shoulders and guided them both to where they were lying down on the couch.

    "It's alright now, starlight. You're okay. I'm okay. We're okay. You can rest now."

    "Love you, Lo."

    "I love you too, my love."

    And as Virgil lay there with his head on Logan's chest and Logan's warm arms around him, he knew that Logan would always be there for him. Just like he would for Logan... 

    Now and forever.

    ~The End~

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  • romancore
    23.10.2021 - 16 hours ago

    Virgil: I want to kiss you.

    Roman, not paying attention: What?

    Virgil: I said if you die, I won’t miss you.

    #prinxiety saturday #Virgil is actually a romantic sap but wants to keep his edgy persona #romancore#ts roman#prinxiety#ts prinxiety#sanders sides#roman sanders#ts virgil#virgil sanders #tss incorrect quotes #sanders sides incorrect quotes
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  • romancore
    23.10.2021 - 16 hours ago

    Virgil: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos-

    Roman: I wrote you a poem.

    Virgil, already crying: You did?

    #prinxiety saturday#ts roman #Virgil hates all consumerism holidays unless his bf makes it romantic #romancore#sanders sides#roman sanders#ts virgil#virgil sanders#prinxiety#ts prinxiety #tss incorrect quotes #sanders sides incorrect quotes
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  • romanscrown
    23.10.2021 - 18 hours ago

    Hello. I request rp partners! >:)

    Some lil important boundaries/things abt me under the cut!

    I'm a multishipper, but I don't like Patton ships (its okay if theyre just background ships)

    My fav ships are Analogical, Prinxiety, Dukeceit and Roceit (the others are loved equally with some exeptions)

    I'll do poly ships too but prefer mono

    I will (try to) match your length of reply.

    I usually rp in 3rd person

    I play any character

    I'm under 18

    I prefer doing Highschool / Human AUs over fantasy or other things

    Things I don't like: UwU baby Virgil, Autistic Virgil (Major) Roman angst, Patton angst, Character death

    I'm still in school so I won't be able to reply quick all the time

    Plus my tumblr DM notifs don't work but I'm on it most of the time so (if anyone knows how to fix it pls tell me)

    I love transmasc/nb sides. Every single one <33333

    It makes me dysphoric to play mtf characters so I won't do that (I don't even know how, fucking second hand dysphoria)

    We can imply NSFW stuff happened (SEGGS HAHA), and make jokes abt it, but I won't rp the thing itself.

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  • sanderdarksides
    23.10.2021 - 18 hours ago

    Virgil in ballgown!

    Working on the rest!

    Do not repost my art!

    Reblogs appreciated

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  • yiqiangmina
    23.10.2021 - 19 hours ago

    Okay I'm a day late but here's Sleep and his sleepy boyfriends

    Thomsleepxiety for Ts x Sides week

    Day 5: Favourite Ts x Sides/Polysanders

    Tags: @tsxsides @thomasxsides

    (Lucky for me, my fav ship also happens to be a poly ship)

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  • whobrokethisvase
    23.10.2021 - 20 hours ago

    Patton: Do you think Virgil and Roman know we're dating?

    Janus: They might, which is pretty bad.

    Patton: I know.

    Janus: ...

    Patton: ...

    Janus: Do you wanna make out?

    Patton: Absolutely.

    #did i make this just to poke fun at Vibe a bit? #m a y b e #sanders sides#incorrect quotes #incorrect sander sides #incorrect sanders sides quotes #patton sanders#janus sanders#roman sanders#virgil sanders#ts patton#ts janus#ts virgil#ts roman#moceit
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    23.10.2021 - 20 hours ago

    Logan: Do you have a self care routine?

    Virgil: "Keep going bitch" said to myself in different accents.

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  • tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors
    23.10.2021 - 20 hours ago

    Intermediate Potioneering II

    The six of them have a run in with the worst possible potion.

    Pairing: romantic anxceitmus, QPR logince and logicality (v shape)

    Word count: 2816

    Warnings: love potions, non-graphic vomiting, embarrassing situations, and bare handful of sex jokes/references from Remus

    Notes: a magical college au for @lighthouseinagardenofstars over on my patreon!

    thank you to @teacupfulofstarshine for beta-reading!


    The great thing about going to such a small college (and your friend group having similar majors) meant that if you were strategic at the beginning of the semester with picking classes, you could wind up taking one that not only contained all your friends, but contained exclusively your friends.

    Remus was easy for Janus to swing this with, seeing as they shared a major in Herbalism and Potion-making. Roman and Patton were harder, but only a little, what with being Druidcraft majors and sharing a lot of the same core classes. Next down the ladder of difficulty was Virgil, with his decision to go to school to save the cryptids - a campaign of justice Janus found endearing, if a little exhausting on days Virgil dragged him to on-campus protests about Appalachian urbanization encroaching on Mothmen's natural habitats.

    And last was Logan, the most difficult, being that he was the only one who was not some sort of nature magic major. He intended to be some kind of big shot healer one day, but right now he was knocking out gen eds just like Virgil.

    So at their semesterly-meeting to pick out schedules, they'd all needed a second year natural magic credit, and Intermediate Potioneering II had a wildly convenient class limit of six. They'd snatched it up as one, and now Janus got to spend an hour and a half on Tuesdays and Thursdays breezing through a fun class while goofing off with his best friends.

    College culture may be determined to crush their spirits and force them to put academic success above mental health, but Janus was entirely too smart for that bullshit.

    Remus usually paired up with Logan, because he delighted in irritating him to the point of cracks in his careful facade of constant, unflappable calm. This was a facade Janus was entirely too acquainted with Logan's habitual shrieking of "Falsehoods" in their freshman Algebraic Arithmancy class (which they shared with each other but not the other four) to believe. Roman preferred to pair with Patton (because Janus wouldn't let him get away with 'experimenting),' so Janus normally paired with Virgil.

    This was a terrible, terrible thing.

    You see, Janus did his best to keep his grade from tanking in a class which his major centered on by correcting Virgil’s more egregious mistakes – a potioneer Virgil was not – but the slight, possible, barely noticeable complication with that was that Janus was wildly, passionately in love with him. This made things like "paying attention to whatever damage Virgil is about to do to our grade" somewhat difficult.

    If he was being reasonable about it, he would insist on pairing with Remus, who shared his major and much of his skill, but Janus wouldn't be any more in luck with that avenue either, as he had the same problem.

    And he desperately didn’t want to pair with any of the other three, because those three were in the cutesy little v-shaped QPR of their dreams (with Logan a squished and showered-in-affection hinge in the middle), and one-on-one time with them quickly became dominated by partner talk.

    Woe upon him, for no one had ever been so inconvenienced by life than Janus.

    "Like this?" said Virgil.

    "Just like that," said Janus idly, taking in the dark mahogany of Virgil's skin and barely not sighing.

    He was just so handsome, and it was entirely unfair and rude toward Janus in particular. No one should be so pretty, it was just excessive.

    Virgil gave him one of his soft, grateful smiles, and Janus's heart did a stupid and embarrassing flip in his chest.

    "Yo, Storme, catch!"

    Virgil squeaked, scrambling to attempt to grab the scrying stone from Roman, fumbling it and sending it crashing straight into their beaker.

    The beaker shattered, splashing the just-finishing love potion all over the flame of the Bunsen burner and igniting like gasoline. It flared up with a bright, brief, enormous crimson flame before evaporating into billowing, rapidly spreading, and entirely too large clouds of glittering pink smoke.

    "Shit!" exclaimed Virgil, waving his arms to clear the smoke.

    "No, Verge, don't-"

    Roman, Patton, and Logan came running at Janus and Virgil's hacking coughs.

    "No, you idiots, get back-"

    But it was too late – the three of them also started waving their arms, and Roman his messenger bag, in an attempt to dispel the smoke, but they were inhaling it in the process. Remus followed at a more sedate pace, staying several feet back and watching all of them in amusement.

    With a loud whoosh of air, all the smoke was sucked straight up into a little ring of light in the middle of the ceiling. It disappeared with a glittering wave, and Professor Argent sighed.

    "Really?" xe deadpanned.

    “… Sorry,” said Virgil sheepishly.

    “Alright, let’s move,” xe said, “Remus, did you get any on you?”

    “Don’t think so,” he replied.

    “Good – you’re going to help me coral these five to the clinic. They’ll start showing signs any minute now, and we might have to call someone to restrain them, but I’m hoping we can get them there and dosed with the antidote before that happens.”

    “Can do,” said Remus, saluting, “If they start freaking out can I take pictures?”



    “No, Remus.”

    “What if I bring you Starbucks to the next class?” he said, batting his unfairly pretty eyelashes.

    “You’re a menace to society and my least favorite student,” Argent lied, poorly, because everybody knew that xe gave Remus entirely too much leeway for creative experimentation with potion ingredients.

    “Okay, y'all, march,” xe continued, “C’mon, move, don’t make me herd you like sheep. To the clinic and don’t dawdle, I’m not interested in dragging a bunch of hormone and love potion-addled college kids to the clinic and I will call campus security on you if I have to, don’t test me.”

    Xe led them out the classroom door, Remus bringing up the rear, and Janus’s stomach began to sink.

    Because if he’d just gotten dosed with love potion, his secret feelings for Remus and Virgil were probably not going to be a secret much longer.


    Virgil was absolutely nauseous with guilt as the six of them and the professor made their way to the school clinic.

    If he just hadn't been such a klutz it would have been fine, and now any second the love potion was going to kick in and he was probably going to reveal his big fat crushes on Remus and Janus, immediately ending his life out of sheer, overwhelming embarrassment.

    Especially because the potion was already kicking in – just . . . not for him yet.

    It had started with Logan grabbing Roman's hand and beginning to swing it – weird, and out of character, but not necessarily alarming.

    "Do you know that your dyed hair is quite fetching?" he'd blurted, and then the floodgates had opened.

    Logan's catastrophic oil-spill of compliments and affectionate weren't limited to his two partners either – several times Remus or Janus or Virgil himself caught Logan's eye and the flattery would be turned on them, long, ranting extols of their virtues and excellent "skill at friendship."

    And, okay - that's embarrassing for Logan, and Virgil still felt bad, but he had been worried that the love potion was going to force some really hurtful feelings on his three aromantic friends, and he was relieved to be wrong. Apparently, it just amped up their platonic feelings instead. Slightly less catastrophic.

    Unfortunately, it was all downhill from there.

    Roman started itching - just a little at first, and then scrambling to scratch himself all over in confused panic.

    "Is - did I get a bee in my shirt?" he said incredulously.

    He stripped it off (because Roman was shameless and never turned down an opportunity to show off his many muscles), and Remus burst into totally inappropriate but very in-character laughter.

    Roman was absolutely covered from the neck down – and Virgil saw a couple now emerging on his face – in tiny, heart-shaped pox.

    "Well, that's annoying," he groused, poking one and flinching before scratching it again.

    "Don't scratch, zucchini, you'll bleed," said Logan fondly, batting Roman's hand away and then taking both in his and kissing either one of them.

    Roman blushed, which made the appearing pink pox on his cheeks look even more ridiculous.

    And then, the cherry on top of the Virgil Fucked Up Big Time Party, Patton rushed over to a bush next to the sidewalk, threw up, and collapsed.

    Remus immediately stopped laughing like someone had pulled the plug on a radio, bolting after him and picking him up off the ground. Patton was flushed a feverish pink, his eyes glassy and panting like he'd run a marathon.

    "Okay, march, now," said Argent, "He's having some kind of reaction, they should have an antidote in the clinic, but if it doesn't work we're calling parahealers and an ambulance."

    Remus somehow managed a jog with Patton in his arms – not the time to be gay, Virgil, no matter how sweet and gallant Remus was being – and was the first to burst into the clinic, a good ten yards in front of the rest of them.

    The healing student at the front desk took one look at them and groaned.

    "You are the third group to come in with love potion contamination this week! Can't the potions professors at least stagger their units? Have a meeting about it or something?"

    "Not the time!" said Argent, just in time for Patton to throw up again.

    The student paled, immediately rushing around and ushering Remus carrying Patton into the clinic's room of beds and getting Remus to set him down, the rest of them following.

    "The three of you, out," she said, gesturing at Virgil, Remus, and Janus.

    "They got dosed too," said Remus casually, "I know they're asymptomatic, that's normal, but they still need the antidote. Also I'm Roman's emergency contact."

    "Oh," she said, "Right, I'll get five doses, then."

    She hurried into the back room.

    "What do you mean, it's normal for us to be asymptomatic?" said Janus, echoing what Virgil was also thinking, "And how do you know it just hasn't kicked in yet?"

    "Didn't read ahead this time?" said Remus, clearly amused, "Weird for you, Jan."

    Janus flushed a fetching pink.

    "Don't worry about it," said Remus, ruffling Virgil's hair, "I'm sure you'll figure it out."

    He winked, and Virgil's stomach did the cutesy butterfly thing that made him want to die of embarrassment.

    It was going to be a long wait for the antidote to kick in.


    Remus was totally unsurprised that the potion hadn’t had any of the more extreme effects on Janus and Virgil.

    He’d been suspecting the three of them were hurtling toward a cozy little something for a while now, and this was not quite a full confirmation – there was no guarantee who they were into, the lack of reaction just meant they were already in love with someone – but he was pretty willing to bet on it.

    Mostly, he was just waiting until they got the antidote, because they both looked like they were gonna puke they were so nervous (probably waiting on the potion to kick in, not knowing that the current nausea and sweating was all they were going to get) and he was pretty sure if he dropped a “hey, pretty sure we’re all into each other, want to have a very romantic and committed threesome?” on either one of them right now they might have heart attacks like a decrepit horse and die on him, which would put a damper on his “dating them” plan.

    But no matter how enamored he was with those two, Remus was far more interested in observing the other three at the moment.

    Aromantic reactions to love potions hadn’t been covered in the book, so Remus was puzzling them out – the fact that they’d all had abnormal reactions seemed pretty reasonable to him, but it was the difference in their reactions that really fascinated Remus.

    Logan, the only romance-favorable one among them, seemed at a glance to have had the typical reaction – except his affection was totally non-discriminatory and still completely platonic, waxing poetic in his bed about any one of the six of them who caught his eye. He’d even done it to Argent at one point; he’d called xer “an excellent and talented teacher,” told xer xe deserved a raise, and beamed the whole time before returning to either complimenting or crooning saccharine worry over Roman and Patton.

    Mostly the former for Roman, and the latter for Patton, because while neither of them looked so hot, Patton was doing worse by far.

    Roman seemed only mildly uncomfortable, what with the bright pink heart-shaped pox all over his face and chest, but Patton was curled in a miserable ball under the blankets of the clinic bed, feverishly glassy-eyed and groaning in complaint.

    Presumably the differences between the three of them were based in their levels of repulsion – Logan was romance-favorable, Roman neutral, and Patton very, very repulsed. Remus really wanted to be taking notes, but he was pretty sure Virgil would punch him and call him insensitive no matter how valuable the data that was just going to vanish into the ether because Remus wasn’t exactly known for an abundance of memory.

    But then again, Patton looked pretty fucked, so he did at least feel a little bad about the impulse.

    They’d all had the antidote administered, and were now just waiting for it to kick in, probably around a half an hour. The healer had given up trying to keep Logan in his bed, because the second she wrangled him into it he’d just climb right back out and into Roman’s. He’d gone for Patton the first time, but Patton had groaned a miserable “Please don’t touch me, sweetie” and Logan had settled for kneeling on the floor next to his bed and waxing poetic on the linoleum.

    “You’ve gotta admit this is a little funny,” he muttered to Janus and Virgil, sitting on either side of him on what was supposed to be Virgil’s bed.

    “I really, truly do not,” said Janus dryly.

    “I can’t believe you wouldn’t let me record him,”

    “Don’t be an ass, Logan’s already gonna be embarrassed,” said Virgil, elbowing him and then jerking away like Remus had a contagious version of the love potion, fiddling with the hems of his sleeves.

    “I’m always an ass, and you love me anyway.”

    Virgil made a choked-off hacking noise and carefully looked anywhere else. Janus examined his nails with a ferocious blush on his face.

    Nerds. Useless, adorable, chickenshit nerds.

    Virgil and Janus cut off all of Remus’s attempts to record anything for the next half hour, until one by one the other three passed out in their beds, Logan having climbed into Roman’s. Virgil and Janus had been entertaining themselves with the world's most nervous game of Gem-Parchment-Dragon over Remus’s lap, and Remus let them go for several quiet rounds until he was sure the other three were fast asleep and Virgil and Janus’s color had returned to normal, a sure sign the love potion was out of their system.

    “So,” he said, “Either one of you guess yet why the love potion didn’t work on you?”

    Virgil squeaked like a bird getting whacked out of the air with a bat, and Janus froze.

    “Uh… no?” said Virgil, strangled.

    “Fair enough,” said Remus, “But you Jan, really, a fellow potioneer…”

    He clicked his tongue teasingly several times, and Janus flushed.

    “I have more important things to study than frivolous love potions and their nonsensical effects.”

    “Sure you do,” said Remus, winking, “Couldn’t have anything to do with being distracted by your class partner, I’m sure-”

    “Remus!” hissed Janus, shoving him in the arm.

    “Uh… what?” said Virgil.

    “Here’s the deal,” said Remus, wrapping his arms around their waists and heaving so they were pressed up against either of his sides, “I am a good ninety-five percent sure we’re all into each other, and as preciously adorable as it is watching you two ogle me and each other from a distance, I really think our time could be better spent. Mainly with sucking face.”

    Janus was steadily turning crimson, and Virgil put his face in his hands and groaned.

    “What?” said Remus, “I’m right. I’m so right, fucking genius over here, having some seriously planar-system-brained takes about the nature of our free time, legit unparalleled-”

    “I’m begging you to stop talking,” whined Virgil.

    “Ooooooh, gonna make me, Storme?” Remus replied without missing a beat.

    He definitely was not expecting Virgil to actually up and plant one on him, nor for the smug, teasing kiss Janus placed on his palm when they broke apart. Remus was slightly dazed in the aftermath, but he was definitely not complaining.


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