#I love pre-AA Virgil

[halfhissandwich]

@analoginceweek Day Six: Touch Starvation (Pre-AA Virgil)

Ok I’ll be honest, I was gonna write for today, but I ended up having too much work to do, but here’s the art I made regardless :)

Edit: did I seriously forget his eyeshadow- know what, oh well, his eyeshadow was hard to see back then anyway

[sanders-sides-uncorrect-quotes]

Pre-AA Virgil save me

Save me

Save me Pre-AA Virgil

time taken: 2 ½ hours

[transfemlogan]

(re: the reblog where you tagged virgil) YOURE SO RIGHT. i don’t understand why everyone is so obsessed with him 😭😭😭 like it’s probably his aesthetic cos everyone loves an emo but god damn he gets away with so much bullshit ksjdjfjfkf

HE IS SO ANNOYIBG. I dont understand how he became every1s fave character literally every other side is better -_-

[oatmealdaydreams]

@yourchemicallyimbalancedromance -> saw this and thought of you bc I know you like Virgil <3 (let me know if you don't want me tagging you)

“big sister makes a face like a dog kept in a cage”

[emmaishere2243]

Some road trip doodles of Janus and Spider/pre AA Virgil

(And bonus Logan)

Warning for Arachnaphobia below (just a lil more spider features)

I think this is actually the first time I’ve drawn a serious drawing of Janus and definitely the first time I’ve drawn Spider Virgil

Also I saw a few different artists draw Janus with a bow on his hat and I absolutely love it

[moondeew]

Hi! I heard you take requests and since I saw other people asking could I ask for s1/Pre AA Virgil and Janus? It’s ok if you don’t want to! :))

hi hi!! I present to you the sassy hissing losers :

the exes ever Sorry this one took so long lol I couldn’t think of something for them to do together so I just did some of my fav scenes lol

look I love that Virgil is more accepted in the famILY and that he’s finally considered a core side but I just miss how sassy he was in s1!!!! he was so sassy and mean and I LOVED THAT

“I gotta be me.…..nuh*mean*” I LOVE THAT

love this snake and black cat/spider duo

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

I went through a Pre AA Virgil obsession phase...

I love the idea that he has Catra-esque interactions with Roman before AA, just because I think it's really funny. They "Hey Princey" here is absolutely supposed to be read in the same tone as "HeY AdOrA-"

I'm so proud of this you have *no idea*

[starry-smuts]

This applies to any and all updates so I’m gonna use it as a thread for updates to lay out my thoughts lol. Keeping it in the tags in case spoilers for part 7

So how are we feeling after the latest chapter?

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

I headcanon Virgil likes to draw lol. He became less interested but pre AA he LOVED drawing the others.

*insert Virgil drawing*

Patton:*gasp* Anxiety! Can you try drawing me??

Pre AA Vee:Uh..yeah..sure

*remus behind them*

Remus thoughts: my Virgil…

*insert Remus pinching pattons cheek*

Pre Aa Vee: Ree Stop 🤦

Ree wants to be drawn first XD

[catwithstrawberryheadphones]

The Devil Wants to Make a Deal (Based off the song Devil's Train)

Very recent sketches...kinda. Guess they're not completely sketches but they're certainly not complete drawings. Need to relearn side-profiles. Anyway, I love pre AA Virgil and I thought it would be a neat idea if he got more and more fed up with Janus and the others so he starts to be a bit more...prickly. But he makes a deal with Thomas saying he'll go back to being friendly if Thomas gives him more control. Thus giving him the power to deal with 'the others' in his own way. Ooooh spooky. Got a cool idea for an animatic but that's for Future Me.

[analoginceweek]

The prompt list for Analogince Week 2024 has arrived 😌

This event will run from April 29th to May 5th

I’m going to add the prompts to my pinned post (which includes all the event rules) as well, but I made a little poster/drawing to display the prompts separately as well as on my Instagram. The prompt list and poster are below @tsseventhub @sanders-sides-events

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Analogince Week 2024 Prompt List

Day 1 (April 29th): Library / Theatre

Day 2 (April 30th): Nightmare

Day 3 (May 1st): Disney / Adventure

Day 4 (May 2nd): “Are you okay?”

Day 5 (May 3rd): “Here is where we shall stay.”

Day 6 (May 4th): Touch Starvation (Pre-aa Virgil)

Day 7 (May 5th): Spooky / Spiders

Extra ideas: “If I loved you”, Victory, Lights, Burnout/Poetry, Tea, Companionable Silence.

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Prompt list credits:

The prompt Burnout/Poetry and the prompts from days 2,3,5, and 7 were suggested by @oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat

An anonymous person suggested the prompts “If I loved you”, victory, lights, tea, and the prompt from day 4.

The prompt for day 6 was suggested by @ameliq259

Disney was also suggested by @idkmyusernamenotsorry (I believe that’s the correct blog)

Day 1’s prompt and the prompt Companionable Silence were suggested by myself (@monkeythefander)

[an-organized-confusion]

I think a good basis to good anxiety management strategies is to figure out how to have a neutral/nuanced relationship with the faculty. Don't outright vilify it and hate it, meet it where its at and as the situation dictates.

It's an ooold af part of animals with brains, for a reason.

I loved how Logan brought up the Yerkes-Dodson curve - since at a baseline, during complex tasks you really want to keep things at a manageable Goldilocks Zone, yeah?

One of the main exceptions to this curve? SIMPLE, but URGENT tasks. The the stuff that you really just gotta kick your own ass to get done- no overthinking or waffling. (Frankly I think that can be the basis of june-bugging, yeah cleaning your living space can be intimidating. But this headspace usually happens when your anxiety hits at just the right time to get you to just START cleaning stuff.)

ANYWAYS. I was rambling how this latter mode VERY much highlights Virgil's role to light a fire under everyone's ass (or just shortcut centrally to c!Thomas, minimal input from others.)

This to say, I had an amusing lil exchange w/ @milkhoney531 about:

Me: just imagining the guy threatening the other sides w/ a can of body spray and a lighter or just skips the other sides - effective slamming on the HPA cascade onto c!thomas the big red Oh Fuck Button i just have mental image of pre-aa v chasing c!thomas down mercilessly w/ the improvised flame thrower now Him: Pffft! Yes. Remus absolutely gave him the idea. It was the 1st and last time Janus took a nap while those two were conscious. The real reason Virgil left the dark sides, Janus's sanity. Boy has all those arms to mainly tangle Remus, but they're too powerful together.

[sanders-sides-uncorrect-quotes]

The first completed piece of sasi fanart I've done in 3 years! I love pre-aa Virgil

Time taken: 1 ½ hours

[moss-sprout]

#25 for the ask game? and can the relationship be prinxiety pls?

Behind the Enemies Door

#25: Showing up injured at their enemies house

Pairing: Prinxiety

Summary: Pre AA where Roman gets injured in the imagination – too injured, and stumbles to the first door he can find, which happens to be Virgil)

TW: Swearing, blood/injury (I think thats it but lmk!)

Word count: 1974

Based off of this ask game!! Feel free to send me more prompts! I love doing these :D

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Roman stumbled ungracefully out of the imagination into his quiet room. He grabbed onto the cool bedpost in an attempt to steady himself, his legs shaking and breathing so hard that it didn’t feel like his lungs were big enough to intake the air he needed.

It was dark and he couldn’t see much of anything, but he could feel everything. The cool air laid against his skin that was exposed due to rips in the fabric of his prince outfit, and the sensation of something wet plastered against his skin. He didn’t have to see in order to know – from the foul odor, and from the fight – that it was blood; his blood. And he was losing a lot of it too. His open wounds pounded painfully around the sides of his waist and also dotted around his arms and legs; the pain so intense he could hardly feel anything else.

He stumbled farther into his room, he would originally fetch his first aid kit at this point and patch himself up, but his instincts were taking over at this point, and the only thing that was on his mind was help, he needed help.

Staggering out of his room, he dizzily walked into the dark hallway of the mindscape. His mind seemed to have shifted into survival mode, because it no longer felt like he had total control of his movements, and the world was getting foggier and less coherent by the minute. 

He briefly heard a knock. Someone was knocking? It took a moment to process that it was him that was knocking on… someone’s door. He didn’t know who.

Someone had opened the door. Oh, they weren’t asleep? Odd, Roman assumed everyone would’ve been asleep by now. Logan had ranting to him and Patton the other day about the importance of a full night's rest; and Patton got sleepy easily. He must’ve just woken them up with his knocking, he assumed.

He heard cursing and panic. The voice sounded familiar but he couldn’t yet place it on who it was..

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Virgil was doing his nightly routine of scrolling on Tumblr while listening to his usual playlist. It was a little bit past midnight and Virgil was honestly just distracting himself from everything. The current conflict with the ‘dark sides’, along with his silent want to be a part of the ‘light sides’ – things just felt off at the moment, and of course the fact that he was Anxiety didn’t exactly help. 

His mindless scrolling was interrupted by a noise. At first he thought it was probably just a part of the song he was listening to, but it occurred to him after a moment that it couldn’t have been, cause he’s listened to this same song a dozen times and there had never been a knocking part of the beat.

He removed his headphones and frowned. Someone was knocking on his door? That couldn’t be right… He slowly got up from his bed, trying to rack his brain on who could possibly want anything from the social outcast – especially at this time of night. 

He creeped over to the door, as if making a single sound would expose him and alert everyone. His hand searched for his doorknob in the cool darkness of his room, realizing just how dark it was after turning his phone off.

He opened the door, making a small creaking sound as he peered out to see who it was.

“Hello?” he asked, his voice rough from not using it for almost all day. In front of him was a side, he couldn’t tell which one at first, but once his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could slowly make out the bright red sash and familiar white bold jacket of Roman’s outfit. 

His frown only deepened, the side of the mindscape who hated him the most, here, at his door. That couldn’t be good. He was prepared to snap at him, possibly get into a verbal argument that would cause the other to stomp away in frustration, before he noticed something was off about him.

He didn’t carry the same bravado as he usually does, instead his posture was slumped and he was leaning slightly on his door frame.

“Uh.. Princey? You good?” his brows furrowed, his confusion turning to concern when he hadn’t answered him, in fact, now that Virgil had come to the realization of just how quiet it was, he noticed just how heavy the prince in front of him was breathing.

“Roman?” he asked softly, observing his posture further; He was hunched, and his arm was clenched against his middle, but even in the darkness he could see a stain, bright and ugly against his white tunic. 

“Holy shit are you bleeding?!” Virgil cried out.

Roman mumbled something sort of incomprehensible repeatedly, and Virgil took a moment to puzzle out what he was grumbling. ‘Help me’

“I- Well- well get in here then.” he tried tugging on Roman’s arm without really thinking, but after hearing the pitiful whimper that came out of the other’s mouth at the action, he was more gentle, and guided him into his room onto the rug on his floor, making sure to lean his back against his bed.

Virgil mumbled to himself about having a first aid kit around his room somewhere before quickly getting up to rummage through his drawers to find it, and flicking on the switch for a small lamp that sat on his nightstand to better see what he was doing.

When he returned to Roman he was able to now take in just what he was dealing with. He had so many stains on his jacket that it looked more red than white, and there were tears that exposed gashes on his body. Roman also looked exhausted, more tired and vulnerable than he’s ever seen him. He chewed on his lip in thought, Roman may have been his enemy, in fact one of the few people he can’t stand in Thomas’ mindscape, but he still couldn’t bear to see him like this.

“Alright, I’m.. gonna have to take off your clothes if I’m gonna help you.” he said to Roman, he expected Roman to be unreactive, but this time he flicked his eyes up, his face slightly altering to surprise, like he hadn’t expected Virgil to be there.

“Anxiety?” he heard him mutter.

“Uh.. yeah..” he coughed, “What did you even do to fuck yourself up this bad, dude?” he scoffed, trying to make this moment feel less intimate.

Roman didn’t respond, only watching Virgil carefully as he gingerly unbuttoned his jacket, being gentle enough to not disturb any of the other’s wounds. He hissed in sympathy upon seeing the wounds more clearly now that the jacket wasn’t half covering them up. He was able to press dry towels to his bigger wounds to stop bleeding, grimacing at every pained moan or hiss the other made.

He made Roman hold the towels in place as Virgil began on the antiseptic. He could see Roman dropping more, they needed to stay awake, right? So Virgil figured he should probably talk to Roman in order to keep him up.

“So..” he started, “Um.. what the hell happened? Lost a fight to a dragon witch?”

Roman stared at him for a moment before opening his mouth, “You have so little faith in me? Of course I could never lose to a dragon witch” he tried to scoff, but only a rough cough came out instead, followed by a pained grimace. At least Virgil knew this was Roman, he could never pass up the chance to be cocky.

Roman didn’t follow it up with anything else, in fact, Virgil could see him slipping, his exhausted body wanting to fall into unconsciousness. 

“Hey,” he snapped, “no falling asleep on me, got it? Or I’m gonna torture you with antiseptic." The threat was empty, he was only carefully dabbing the antiseptic on the scratches, but it seemed to make Roman sit up a bit straighter, trying not to fall asleep.

When Virgil couldn’t take the silence anymore, he asked the question that hung in the room like a bright pink elephant: “why did you come to me?”

“Hm?” 

“Don’t act dumb, Princey.” he scoffed, “we both know that we… Well, we just don’t get along. That’s a fact. I’m sure Logan or Patton would’ve been a way better help than I am.

Roman took a moment to answer, “I don’t know. I was just following my instincts. They led me here… Besides, you’re not actually doing too bad.”

Virgil tried not to think about the reaction he felt upon hearing him say that, instead focusing on moving to the athletic tape to bandage the bigger wounds. 

“This is.. This is really dumb of you, Sanders.” he shook his head, “What in hell did you get into?” he muttered for a third time.

“It’s nothing.” he tried to deny, but his voice wasn’t strong enough to come off as dismissive like he wanted. 

Virgil paused momentarily to lift an eyebrow in doubt.

“Ok ok fine.” he relented, “it’s just that… I can kinda get carried away in the imagination sometimes. I don’t necessarily mean to but it’s… nice.”

“You.. you really gotta be more careful, you idiot.” the words didn’t hold any heat, instead they were softer, in a more concerned tone.

Roman furrowed his brows, a question popping up in his head that he hadn't thought about until now, “why are you helping me?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“You hate me, Anx.” Roman said without skipping a beat, Virgil winced at that. “You have literally no reason to be helping me right now, so why?”

“Someone has to apparently.” Virgil tried, but Roman wasn’t buying it, he just kept staring at Virgil expectantly. Virgil fumbled with the equipment for a moment, “Roman I don’t know what to fucking tell you. You show up at my door past midnight looking like 10 trains hit you, and you’re the last person on this planet I’d ever expect to see trust me to help you.. You’re insane and unpredictable and fill me with awe in how much– how often you manage to surprise me.”

“And you’re so insane for this, Ro.” he paused, slumping, “who would even be able to replace you if you were gone.” he stared intently at the creative side’s injuries.

Roman stared at Virgil in astonishment, he was worried about him? That’s … that’s impossible. Anxiety was the villian, yet he was so gentle with how he patched him up, and even now, the concentrated look on his face, looking sort of sad as the emo side stared at the bandages that held Roman’s injuries.

For the first time since he’d entered the emo’s room, he took a look at himself. The red stained wounds were now covered neatly with white cloth, the chilly air making his skin shake a bit. “Wow.. you did a really good job on this, Anxiety..” he said it as though he couldn’t believe it himself. And he sort of couldn’t, Anxiety was shattering Roman’s neatly crafted perspective of him in this one night.

“Yeah, well, what’cha gonna do, yknow?” he shrugged.

“No, no… Like, staying with me and not kicking me out, and being able to heal me despite.. This whole catastrophe. That’s pretty brave.”

Virgil’s face went red and he quickly glanced away, scoffing, “N-no…”

Roman grinned despite himself, reaching out to touch Virgil’s hand, hearing a little surprised gasp, “Thank you.”

The other blinked at him, searching his face for a moment before nodding, “Whatever. Let's get you to bed, dork.” Roman knew those words were meant to be dismissive, but he could hear the grin in Virgil’s voice as he said it.

[tulipanthousa]

The ask talking about Virgil and Roman constantly jumping on any potential crush so they can use it as an excuse to fuck each other got me thinking about pre aa prinxiety and one or both of them subtly pushing Thomas to get a crush on someone just so they can be with the other but they would NEVER admit that until after Virgil is accepted. Then they have a conversation like DUDE I wanted to fuck you like ALL time

And now they’re making up for lost time by being obnoxious about it

LAKSHDLASJDLAJ HOWLING thats adorable i love himbos prinxiety they are <3 so stupid <3 <3 <3

[brandstifter-sys]

On A Limb

Part 1: Spooder                                (Ao3)

Word Count: 833

Rating: T

Pairing: Dukexiety

Warnings: Spider limbs, Salad Fingers references, sex mention, pre-AA

Virgil is tired and Remus decides it’s time for spider paws and toe beans!

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Remus knew how nasty stress could be, he just had to look at what it did to his egotistical brother. Roman was too far gone for his help, but that didn’t mean everyone else was repulsed by his kingdom of catharsis. If someone wanted to break things and wreak havoc, Remus had several rooms in his castle filled with junk. He had the coziest bed, a wide assortment of video games, sports courts, and a few dungeons for the adventurous sort. 

He was happily cleaning the kitchen, because dammit if his head was a mess, his cooking area wouldn’t be! But even nose deep in bleach, he could smell the tell-tale signs of a visitor crawling around. Literally.

He immediately shoved his cleaning aside and raced up to the one room where his spider buddy liked to hide. If he got lucky, Virgil would be angry enough to torture him in the dungeon until he got off. 

But when he got up to the room, Remus was greeted with soft snoring. Virgil was curled up on a web hammock, in his favorite black hoodie, with his spider legs out and dangling just above the actual bed. 

Remus giggled to himself and flopped on the bed. He always loved when Virgil slept with his fuzzy limbs out. It gave him a chance to get close to the beans. 

He immediately took one of the fuzzy legs in his hands and gently stroked the cute little hairs down. Remus absolutely loved the rough texture and the little twitches from the soft contact. 

Virgil was so peaceful and unaware. He probably didn't realize that he always woke up in a good mood because his spider limbs got adored and pampered. 

"Let's see the beans!" Remus giggled and ran his finger down the set of claws in the middle of the paw. He was so giddy about swinging that leg up to get a good look at the underside. 

The underside was twice as fuzzy, like a fluffy little carpet. Remus wiggled his finger over the pad, scratching it like a floofy kitty. Although he could compare the texture to a toothbrush mixed with a young chick's down feathers. 

So what if he nuzzled it and squealed softly? Spider paws were too cute and fluffy and creepy crawly! He never got to get this close to Virgil's spider legs without getting in trouble. He just wanted to smooch that cute spidery toe bean! So he did!

"If you even think about using your tongue, you're dead," Virgil grumbled and peeked down at him with one eye. 

"I thought you were asleep!" Remus giggled up at him. He really looked exhausted.

"I was, until you started playing with my tarsus," Virgil grumbled, not moving his spider legs away from Remus.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Remus pouted up at him and idly petted the limb in his hands.

"Because you would've stopped. And I don't want you to stop." 

"Is this a turn on?" Remus teased and wiggled his eyebrows. Virgil scoffed incredulously. 

"No," he grumbled, "it just feels nice." 

"Well Mr. Scary Side Scaring Sides, looks like your scariest trait is too adorable for words!" 

"Knowing what you think is adorable, I'm taking that as a compliment," he muttered with a smirk. It was even more endearing to see the faint blush on his cheeks. 

"You're adorable, Scare Bear!" Remus cooed and gently stroked the toe bean with a giggle. 

"Why do you like doing that?" Virgil asked, certainly not complaining. 

"You hold a welcoming texture, a pleasure for the tips!" Remus purred before breaking into a giggling fit. 

"This had better not be almost orgasmic for you and your salad fingers, Hubert Cumberdale," Virgil jeered, unable to keep from smiling. 

"Ooh, Hubert Cumberdale? Is it because I taste like soot and poo?" Remus jeered with a playful shimmy. 

"I don't know what you taste like," Virgil hummed, "Wanna fix that?" 

Remus froze and blinked up at him. Did Virgil want to eat him or kiss him? He was thrilled with either option. 

"Dukey?" Virgil hesitated. 

Remus sat up and got in his face, close enough to bump noses. Virgil snorted and leaned down and pressed a shy kiss to his lips. It was enough to make Remus' ears wiggle.

"So, did you sample the delights of my flavor?" Remus hummed. 

"I might need another taste," Virgil teased while he averted his gaze shyly. 

"You absolute harlot," Remus teased, "any more sappy smooches and you'll have to date me and marry me to keep the town from gossiping!" 

"You dork!" Virgil snickered and kissed him again, "looks like I'm your boyfriend now." 

Remus giggled and smooched him again before flopping on his back and grabbing one of his spider paws. He nuzzled the fuzzy foot and giggled. 

Virgil sighed contentedly and closed his eyes again, smiling softly as he drifted off. He was content to have his extra limbs treated so sweetly by his quirky, loving boyfriend.

(Part 2)