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That's it! I shall finally propose! *runs to Virgil only to run past him and give Yoshi a ring pop*
(On anon because I'm shy about this)
aww youuu brfgrvfsc
Virgil blinks as he stares, he tilts his head, “Huh somehow I excepted that to happen.”
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found ur blog thru cuteguy art, went to ur tags to look for more cuteguy art, SAW SANDERS SIDES MY DAY IS ABSOLUTELY MADE.
I love finding more sanders sides artists even if they dont draw for it anymore!! its such a nice surprise always :DDD
did a little virgil for my warmup, i'm glad my art made your day cause this ask made mine :D
#art#doodle#answer#pixxlotl#sanders sides#tss#virgil sanders#<- god it's been so long#it's crazy to see how far i've come since i last drew this guy#honestly there are times where i feel like privating/deleting my really old art posts#asks like this are one of the main reasons i don't#<3
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draw Roman, Patton and Virgil dressed up as clowns
just a silly trio
#lycheeleeches’s art#ll’s asks#ll’s AR#sanders sides#virgil sanders#ts virgil#anxiety sanders#princey sanders#ts roman#roman sanders#creativity sanders#ts patton#patton sanders#morality sanders
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#virgil sanders#sanders sides#press play#tss animatic#this video is 5 seconds long y did i put the effort of coloring you might ask?#well idk either
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SCRIPT: *Gabrielle kisses a male character*
RENEE: "Nope, rewrite it. Gabrielle is not doing that. Gabrielle wouldn't kiss a male character at this point in the show."
SCRIPT: *Gabrielle kisses a female character*
RENEE: "Look, that's certainly consistent with Gabrielle's character at this point in the show but why would she kiss some random woman she's just met?"
SCRIPT: *Gabrielle kisses Xena*
RENEE: "Oh fantastic! This is absolutely something Gabrielle would do. Finally me and Lucy get to smooch. Bring it on!"
It honestly floors me that the only time Gabrielle had a proper kiss scene past seasons 1&2 it was with Xena because that’s the only one Renee allowed to happen.
#xena warrior princess#eternal bonds#cast/crew interviews#gabrielle#renee o'connor#joxer#ted raimi#chris manheim#they tried it with joxer#they tried it with lin chi#they tried it with virgil#none of them were ever filmed although they were scripted#because she just flat out refused to film it#but did anyone ever actually ask renee why she felt it was inconsistent?#because she had absolutely no issue with this in seasons 1 and 2#renee's never answered the question on gabrielle's sexuality#all she's ever said was that she was rooted on and completely faithful to xena#gabrielle is xenasexual#according to renee anyway#exclusive bonus content
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we need some angst... so my prompt request would be either, breakup, or dogfight, cuz, yk, they'd fight like freaking dogs WRAAAAAGHHHHHH!!!!!
i went with dog fight and uhhhhhhhhhh things escalated. don't question the meat jacket that killer's wearing, it just happened
#ask#whittlore#i did use the Dante and Virgil in Hell painting as a reference for the poses yeah#kist#killer x dust#killer sans#dust sans#LOVE affair
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if virgil was in a horror movie he'd probably be first to die
#ts4#sims 4#ts4 render#edits#humbly asking you to not look at this in the app the quality SUCKS#ahhhhhh i got a rly cool ask prompt (thank u shan)#what would my ocs be doin if they were in horror media#i was going to post this with the ask but i also have like... 6 other edit ideas#that i plan on making ☠️ so i will post them one at a time#my throat hurts SO bad i'm def gonna be sick by tmrw 😔#i didn't get to birthday asks yet sorry 💔 i suck but ily#goodnight#/virgil#do i need to tw this?#tw creepy#?? maybe lol
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Violet Storm and Luminous interacting somehow pls? Maybe he sews something for Luminous
YES! THIS WAS AN ADORABLE REQUEST THANK YOU! Ahgg pony analogical anyone?
#ty for the request!#sanders sides#sanderssides#sanders sides fanart#sanders sides au#mlp au#logan sanders#virgil sanders#violet storm#luminous#asks#analogical
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Roman: Oh god, Virgil is coming over. Quick, Logan, how do I look??
Logan: With your eyes?
Roman: Right, thank you.
Roman: PATTON—
#right wrong friend to ask#next!#😂#prinxiety#thomas sanders#sanders sides#roman sanders#logan sanders#ts roman#incorrect sanders sides#patton sanders#virgil sanders
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Maybe some good old "Prinxiety in Denial"? (srry, im trash for this ship lol)
Dearest anon, apologizing to probably one of the biggest prinxiety shippers in the fandom is like apologizing for eating noodles in a noodle shop
You ask and I will deliver >:3
(Image description is in alt Text)
Send me a request!
#prinxiety#ts virgil#ts roman#virgil sanders#roman sanders#sanders sides#thomas sanders#ts art#art request#anon ask
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Remus puffs smoke into the fridge to make the food taste bad. Sometimes he drops a cig in there just for fun
remus’ excuse is that he thought it looked like an ashtray. no one believes him.
#hope anyone else finds this as funny as me bc this is one of my fave ask arts ive done#im losing it#oh thats a cigarette in my thai leftovers… 😕#thomas sanders#thomas sanders fanart#sanders sides#sanders sides fanart#tss#tss fanart#virgil sanders#virgil sanders fanart#sasi#sasi fanart#im just babbling
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openning virgil door room Stellar: hey virgil have you seen our cats food…as she look at 3 virgil in that room uhhh hi i'm stellar Dilf virgil : i know because- Og virgil : og virgil stop dilf virgil mouth from talking stop stop! Don't say that if you do it will cause both of your world collapse Dilf virgil : sorry Stellar : its okay i really don't know if this is like spiderverse or rick and morty grab the cats food but uuh ima just feed some cat, if you guys need anything i'll be on the living room
Pfpfpf don’t worry, each Virgil knows that they’re other versions of themselves (however some are not self aware like Og Virgil, Yan Virgil, and Dilf Virgil ((because Dilf Virgil is literally an older Og Virgil Lmao)) so yeah) So if they introduce themselves nothing really happened lol
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For art request… prinxiety kisses? Pretty please?
Some kisses with the boys
#lycheeleeches’s art#ll’s asks#ll’s AR#sanders sides#ts virgil#virgil sanders#anxiety sanders#ts roman#roman sanders#creativity sanders#prinxiety
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My crops are flourishing, my skin is clear, my sight is enhanced, life is great, all thanks to playing one very very tired vampire cowboy who's not being paid at all to put up with bullshit weekly ❤️🥰
Virgil Lawrence | He/Him | 212 Years Old | Ex-Sabbat Brujah Vampire
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Mans got Blood Bonded to a really powerful Tzimisce and got forced piercings by their fleshcrafting as part of a community service deal. He wanted to kill them soooooo bad.
babysitting duty for the baby sabbat brujah so she doesnt attack another party member :/
dude hes not being paid enough or at all to deal with another party member's toxic ex that keeps firebombing the coterie’s domains
At least he gets to go to daysleep with his horse for company, shit sucks in boston right now
#my art#virgil lawrence#these have been legit some of my favorite VTM sessions to go through so far#i love almost everyone he meets asking him 'are you a real cowboy??' and he just replies 'yes' every time#man born in the 1800s is so tired living through 2024#he was forced to go into a club with loud music for the first time ever in his unlife and he Did Not enjoy it#artists on tumblr#digital art#digital drawing#original character#vtm art#vtm oc#vtm brujah#vtm sabbat#vampire oc#vampire: the masquerade#vampire#cowboy oc#cowboy art#cowboy
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Any fun trivia about your OCs you'd like to share?
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how easy you are to need (redux) (7)
warnings: misunderstandings, feeling trapped, unhealthy thoughts about an assumed situation, death and injury mention, discussion of debts, unreliable narrator, virgil horribly misinterpreting yet another normal conversation, literally embarrassing levels of thick-headedness
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Letting his guard down around the humans was far, far easier than it should have been.
He still eased his defenses down slowly, bit by bit, of course, he wasn’t a complete fool. An understanding between him and Patton didn’t necessarily mean that the others felt the same.
They were humans, not shifters, after all, and while he could see the shape of a pack in their closeness, that didn’t mean he could assume the same principles would apply. They all took on equal responsibilities in maintaining and protecting their home, and none of the three had shown any particular indication that they were a designated envoy, meant to speak for the entire pack.
Frankly, with it only being the three of them, a lack of envoy wouldn’t have been too surprising even if they had been shifters. Some smaller packs forewent assigned roles, rotating them as needed, or were close-knit enough that they essentially acted as one whole, any individual able to speak for the pack.
The humans loved to bicker, though, and it would have been like a slap in the face to trust in Patton’s promise and then have them argue about it right in front of him. Instead, Virgil tested the firmness of the new ground he’d been offered with slow, tentative steps, like a deer crossing over a frozen lake. Better to take his time and test the ice than plunge right through.
Irritatingly, the humans made it far too easy for him to forget how precarious his standing was.
Even the simplest of interactions seemed to please them. When he’d responded to Patton’s friendly greeting for the first time, the morning after their midnight conversation, the human’s expression had lit up like a lightning bug at dusk. When he’d finally answered one of Logan’s questions during a meal, the scholar had blinked a few times in quiet surprise before smiling in a way that made his entire face look softer. When he’d pursed his lips and snapped out a sharp retort to something annoying Roman had said, the hunter hadn’t hesitated to needle him right back with friendly delight, the same as he did with the other two.
They were keeping him trapped here, because they were human and they knew better than to let a monster roam free in the woods around their home, but they didn’t want a starved prisoner or a ticket to easy riches. They wanted to offer him comfort and belonging in the time that he had left.
He’d saved them, and they were repaying it in the only way they could afford to.
It was pathetic, how relieved he felt. How genuinely grateful he was for the simple fact that he wasn’t being forced to relive the unending torment of his first imprisonment. How such basic offerings of food and warmth and companionship made it possible to ignore or even briefly forget about the executioner’s axe hoisted over his head.
He’d been on his own for a long time. Returning to that solitude would be its own kind of death, a slow and painful relearning of what it meant to be alone. He knew this, but tried not to dwell on it. He’d survived it once before, and he would again. Better to endure the loneliness than lose the safety of isolation.
So, he forced himself to keep focusing on methods of escape, on the ways this slowly-growing camaraderie would offer lapses in security, on the new freedoms he could take advantage of, and didn’t think about what he would do afterwards.
With this goal in mind, he immediately decided to test his luck by poking his nose where it didn’t belong.
He’d regained some mobility after another week of healing, though he kept his walking pace to a slow shuffle out of caution, and the humans still tended to hover like agitated honeybees whenever he was on his feet for too long. The cabin was small enough that he had mapped out most of it within a day or two, and now he approached the only room he hadn’t yet entered or peered into.
When he pushed the door of Logan’s workspace open, the human’s head snapped up immediately, wearing the beginnings of a frown. Once he saw that it was Virgil who stood in the doorway, though, the displeased turn of his lips faded away, replaced by eyebrows raised in intrigue.
“Hello,” he said, voice polite despite the interruption. “Is there something I can help you with?”
Of the three of them, Logan had been the most respectful in his formality, and so Virgil impulsively tested the bounds of that patience by not answering right away, instead letting his gaze drift over the room and its contents.
There were far more plants scattered about than he’d expected, though perhaps he should have expected as much from the dedication Logan tended his garden with. Pots of different shapes and sizes were settled on every inch of the window ledges, and planters hung from shelves and hooks on the ceiling alike. There was an entire corner of the room dedicated to racks of drying herbs and flowers, both wild and homegrown, which lent the room a pleasant dusty floral smell that almost covered up the sting of ink and chemicals.
There was a table against one wall, the shelves around it packed full with bottles of miscellaneous ingredients, all of them labeled in neat handwriting. The table itself was covered in neatly-organized supplies, with protective sigils carefully carved into the outer edge of the wood, keeping any experimentation contained. It stank less than he’d thought it would, for human magecraft, but then he hadn’t yet seen Logan doing any of the typical dissection and harvesting of supernatural creatures, either.
After the full moon, it would have the bitter tang of magic made through unwilling sacrifice, the distant preserved rot of bottled blood. Virgil would recognize the stench of post-harvest ingredients anywhere. Not that he’d be there to smell it, at that point. He forcibly pulled his attention away.
The last section of the room was less orderly than the rest, primarily due to the heaps of books that were stacked and shoved wherever there was space. Logan’s desk was the only semi-clear spot, and even that had a few precarious book towers sitting atop or alongside it. It was also covered in stacks of parchment, with lines and lines of writing or intricate diagrams sketched on the paper.
Logan sat behind it, still awaiting a response, those keen eyes watching him right back.
There was no sign of the lodestone for the ward around the cabin at first glance. He had known better than to think it would be that easy, though.
He hadn’t known that he would actually get this far, assuming that they wouldn’t want their magic prisoner sticking his nose in the most likely place to find a way out of their wards. Even Roman and Patton didn’t tend to disturb Logan too often when he was working in this space, so he’d assumed he’d only get a few moments to glance around at best.
“You haven’t been to the leyline crossing,” he said, because the silence had begun to grow awkward and he’d panicked and they really hadn’t, even though it was well past the usual time of the month they went.
Logan’s stare sharpened, which was probably a bad sign, but he only stood up to clear the books off of a second chair, and gestured for him to sit.
This had been a bad idea. Virgil slunk forward with extreme reluctance and sat.
“We haven’t,” Logan answered affirmatively as he returned to his seat, adjusting his spectacles. “It didn’t seem wise to venture into the woods, seeing as that is where the bear headed, last we saw it.”
That was… a really good reason, actually. Virgil shuddered at even the idea of them running into that creature again in the dead of night, without him to help.
“I take it that you’ve been familiar with us for a while, then, since you know of our routine offerings?” Logan continued, sounding more curious than angry.
Virgil froze up, regardless. He should have known better than to hope he could make it through a conversation without giving anything away. He hadn’t even managed to make it through the first sentence.
“I am not upset,” Logan offered, glancing down at the open book before him in a gesture that seemed designed to give Virgil a moment to breathe. “On the contrary, I am… rather relieved, to have my suspicions confirmed.”
“Relieved?” Virgil echoed dubiously, his voice a low croak. It tended to go raspy and hoarse if he wasn’t focusing on speaking, probably the result of not using his human vocal cords to speak to anyone in literal years.
“Indeed,” Logan answered. “I will admit, my initial impression of you was made hastily. We had never seen you before, and yet you didn’t hesitate to defend us, and you earned a significant injury in the process. It was worrying to unexpectedly incur such a debt.”
Virgil managed to shove aside his embarrassment in favor of confusion. It was strange to mention a debt, especially one owed to a shifter. Humans didn’t consider shifters worth trading with in any fashion, in his experience, and even other supernatural beings knew that wolves weren’t fond of holding debts or grudges. Really, the way Logan spoke about it sounded more like…
“You see, I was aware that it is rather rare for a shifter to reveal themself to humans for any length of time, as I’m sure you know, and I was also aware that the fair folk are often deft hands at taking on wild shapes of their own, particularly when interacting with humans, so…” Logan trailed off, looking a bit flustered at the admission.
“You thought I was fae,” Virgil completed the thought, feeling a bit taken aback at the idea. He certainly would have done a fair bit more against that bear if he’d had the sort of natural power that faeries so often courted.
Of course, things also would have turned out a lot worse for the humans if he’d been a fae, more likely than not. Humans who had fallen under the attention of one of the fair folk frequently met an unfortunate end because of it. Whether the faery in question was maliciously fixated or lovingly obsessed, the human would be lucky to come out irrevocably changed. They’d be lucky to come out alive at all.
“It was a working hypothesis,” Logan said primly, turning a page in his book despite the fact that he almost definitely hadn’t been reading while they spoke. “It was disproven easily enough, and so my precautions weren’t needed in the first place, but seeing as my haste has gotten me and those around me in trouble before, I thought it best to perform them anyhow.”
Precautions? Patton had said that Virgil saved his life, if not all of theirs. To the fae, a life debt like that could only be paid off one way, whether they’d been tricked into it or not.
Oh. He had wondered why Logan had been so uncharacteristically careless before, carrying an agitated and injured shifter back with its teeth only a handspan from his neck. If Virgil had been fae, if he’d chosen differently and torn out Logan’s throat, that would have been the end of any debt between him and the others. A life paid for a life owed.
“Did you run that plan by the others, first?” he asked, despite already knowing the answer.
Logan waved a hand dismissively, not bothering to pretend at regret. “They traveled out here on my behalf, in the first place. To let them suffer for my mistakes would be a poor repayment.”
From what he knew of them, Virgil thought Patton and Roman would disagree. Loudly.
“…Right,” said Virgil, in his most dubious tone. “On your behalf?”
“I’m cursed,” Logan explained shortly. “I don’t have the constitution required to perform magework without damaging my health. It was intended to make me choose between my health and my passion, but I was willing to give up neither, and found a third option: proximity to powerful natural magic, which would prevent spellwork from being as taxing.”
“Huh.” It was a clever solution. Logan might have been the one to propose their solution to Virgil, too. Offering a shifter a peaceful last few weeks certainly wasn’t an option he would have expected from any normal humans.
Right. He’d almost forgotten that his plan had been to push against the boundaries of his cage, to force them to acknowledge that he was stuck here, to remind himself that no amount of kind company was worth the pain of how this month would inevitably end.
“Well, you don’t owe me anything,” he said, a little too sharply. “And in that case, there’s no point in me staying.”
Logan sat up straight, posture stiffening as he frowned. “You’re still far from healed. I understand why you don’t wish to shift, but surely, leaving is a bad idea for the same reason?”
There it was. In the end, that was the biggest flaw in the arrangement the humans had come up with. If Virgil attacked them or tried to leave, they’d be forced to kill him immediately. He would lose, but so would they; killing him in his human form would make his corpse far, far less valuable.
“You’re only making things more difficult on yourself,” Virgil told him, crossing his arms as tightly as he could without jarring his wound. “I’m not fae. There’s no worth in being hospitable to me.”
It certainly wasn’t going to convince him to stop trying to escape. He might be pathetic, but he wasn’t that pathetic. Honestly, it’d probably be easier for everyone if they just cut their losses and killed him now.
Logan closed his book, folded his hands over it, and met Virgil’s eyes squarely. “We offered you our hospitality because we wanted to. It is freely given, no matter the ease or difficulty involved.”
Virgil couldn’t help the way his eyebrows lifted slightly in surprise. That implied that they would keep on offering him this kindness even if he did get caught attempting to escape.
Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t ever been truly punished for that first desperate sprint to the wards, had he? None of the things he’d believed to be threats or punishments had ever panned out the way he’d assumed. Ultimately, they hadn’t so much as directly scolded him about the escape attempt, as though the act was hardly surprising. He hadn’t been drugged, and he still wasn’t guarded.
He couldn’t be certain unless he got caught again, but… the signs were all there. They were confident enough in their cage to indulge him even when he was caught gnawing at the bars. They were underestimating him.
“Don’t blame me if you regret it later,” he said dismissively, but he couldn’t help the disbelieving half smile creeping onto his lips.
Logan returned his smile with an encouraging one of his own, apparently unfazed by Virgil’s renewed determination. “I very much doubt I will.”
He snorted and left the human to his work, not cowed at all by the arrogance. Logan could doubt all he liked. Virgil had beaten much worse odds before.
#tss fanfic#sanders sides fic#ts virgil#ts logan#werewolf au#my writing#writing#heyatnr#how easy you are to need redux#if there was a drinking game where you took a shot for every miscommunication in my fics#this one would 100% be the one that killed you the quickest i think#anyways this one goes out to those who sent the incredibly kind asks ive recently received and not yet had time to answer#thanks for everyone's patience <3
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