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Could you tell us about Mina and arwa please?! They look so somft!

why yes of course!

so mina came from a pretty affectionate family and has absolutely no problem in making new friends. she’s an outgoing gal what can i say. arwa on the other hand came from a not so affectionate family and has been somewhat of a loner for most of her life. so she gets a bit overwhelmed once she gets together with mina (and also when she joins the Squad™ but that’s irrelevant right now). it leads to mild discomfort for arwa and eventually mina notices and forces them to have a long chat about what arwa’s boundaries are and what she’s comfortable with because like myself arwa Dislikes Confrontation and would’ve not said anything. but it’s all good and they figure out a way to make it work in the end because communication and understanding is key™

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Remus 6A? I love your art btw!!

Here you go!

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Gay Eyes - Prinxiety

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Original Post here!

Summary: "Gay eyes" was a stupid concept. Virgil could hardly believe his ears when Roman suggested it earlier that day- when they were trying to pursue Nico. And of course, it didn't work. Because it was stupid. Idiotic. So why couldn't he stop thinking about it- or the boy who had suggested it?

Discord: Astro’s Zone

Ship: Prinxiety

Read on AO3

Spoiler warning for Flirting With Social Anxiety!! 

Gay eyes, right?

 That’s what he called them?

 It was stupid. A stupid name, a stupid concept, a stupid- ugh, everything!

 So why couldn’t he stop thinking about it-!

 Virgil groaned, turning himself around so he could shove his face onto the pillow. Ughhhhhhhh. 

 Maybe it was because Roman looked so damn pretty doing it and- nope! Not going down that train of thought. At least, not for the fifth time tonight.

 ‘Gay eyes’. Ugh. Something about that was familiar. Did someone do them to Thomas? No, no, he would’ve heard Roman prattling on about it in a lovestruck monologue if someone did. That much was certain.

 Ah- maybe- well, Thomas had to have done it sometime, right? He seemed so familiar with the concept. That must be why he was understood it. It was the only logical reason, at least. Heh, maybe Logan would be proud of him for coming up with an understandable conclusion.

 But- that wasn’t it, was it? Something in his nonexistent heart told him so. And while he made a point to not listen to his heart- it could get them in so many dangerous situations, after all- he spent a few more minutes thinking about it. Just in case.

 He couldn’t think of anything else though. No matter how many paths he went through, nothing made sense, except for if another Side had done them while he was watching or something and-!

 Oh.

 Oh.

 God, he remembered it- about 3 weeks ago, Roman was acting weird. And not his normal type of fantastical-focused weirdness either. He hadn’t thought much of it- that was a lie, he spent too much time thinking about it- but Roman kept looking over at Virgil, both of them sitting at opposite ends of the couch.

 When Virgil finally chanced looking over and meeting his eyes, Roman simply raised an eyebrow at him. A second later, he switched his expression to an innocent one, looking away, and back, where he lifted his eyebrow again with a smirk.

 What the fuck, he had thought. Huh? Ugh- whatever. Ro’ was just messing around. Virgil let out a scoff, lightly pushing Roman with a small laugh as he stood up and walked to the kitchen- Patton was starting to look longingly at the stove again, and Virgil decided he would supervise. They didn’t want a repeat of last time.

 Looking back on it, though��� Was Roman… flirting with him? With Virgil? None of the others had been in the room, except for Patton, who was on the opposite side. So it must have been Virgil.

 But- why?

 Why Virgil? Was he pranking him? No, Roman wouldn’t do that, he was too serious about romance.

 That meant… that he was serious. That he was trying to flirt… with Virgil.

 The chances of Roman pranking him seemed far higher than the chances of Roman actually liking Virgil back, but- well, all the signs said he was genuine.

 Wait.

 Oh God.

 If he was flirting with him, that means- that means that Virgil just brushed off his flirting without a second thought. That he- did he accidentally reject Roman? Shit, shit, shitshitshit- FUCK! He must hate Virgil now and his chances were ruined and he’d be single forever and-

 Breathe. He- he had to breathe.

 In, out.

 Okay. Okay, he just had to think about it logically. Logically, Roman’s feelings for him wouldn’t go away just because Virgil rejected him (he rejected him! FUCK! FUCK!). Logically, he still had a chance.

 But what if he didn’t- what if Roman already convinced himself out of it, or what if he realized he wasn’t that interested after all and now he’s grateful I didn’t understand, or what if he- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

 Okay- okay- he just… he had to make a plan to tell Roman. Easy. Yeah, that was a good idea.

 --

 This was a horrible idea. By far the worst of his ideas. Why was he doing this idea?!?

 Well, he supposed, this is why I’m not Creativity.

 He sat down on the couch, opposite of Roman. Step one, done.

 Roman glanced up at him, flashing a radiant smile before turning back to his book- something fantasy related, most likely. Fuck I’m gay.

 Could anyone blame him, though? Roman was just so pretty! Kind, too, he just wanted the best for everyone. He had a pretty straightforward set of right and wrong, but he was learning, and trying his best to make things right. Fuck, he was so passionate too. Virgil could sit there listening for hours as he ranted on about all his new ideas. He wanted to do that, he wanted to be there for Roman, to trust him enough to share thoughts he wasn’t entirely comfortable with.

 Oh shit, he had been staring at him for too long. Roman was looking at him with concern and curiosity. Enact step two, enact step two!

 Quickly, before he had a chance to feel scared about it- he let an eyebrow rise up, silently staring at Roman with a smile. He let the expression fall, looking away, then looking back, before switching back with a smirk.

 Fuck, Roman just looked confused. What were the steps again? What did he miss?!? I knew this was a bad idea-

 Roman softly gasped. Virgil’s gaze shot to him as a brilliantly bright blush adorned Roman’s face.

 Good reaction?

 ���Was that- did you-?” Roman giggled, quickly covering his head with his hands.

 This is good-? No! No, this is bad! A bad reaction! You fucked up Virgil, ABORT, ABORT-

 “Roman, Virgil! It’s time to eat breakfast!” Patton called from the dining room. Shit. Now he couldn’t run away.

 --

 Roman kept trying to catch his gaze while they were eating. He saw it in the corner of his eye. But Virgil’s gaze stayed diligently on his food, eating quickly so he could run get away faster.

 “I’m going to my room- BYE!” he rushed out, disposing of the dishes before sprinting back to his room. He didn’t want to see the pitying glance Roman sent him.

 He face-planted straight onto his bed. He felt like crying, and he desperately fought back the tears that would tell everyone just what he was feeling.

 Fuck, why couldn’t he have just kept his mouth shut. Or, rather, repressed his feelings and lived with the fact that Roman would never like him back? Of course Roman wouldn’t feel the same- why would he? When Virgil was so much worse than him? 

 Fuck.

 He froze as a knock sounded at the door.

 Fucking shit- this was Roman coming to officially reject him, wasn’t it. Shit, not right now! Not when he was still processing it! He was gonna burst into tears!

 Biting his lip, he slowly made his way over to the door, opening it ever so cautiously.

 There stood Roman, bouncing on his heels with a grin. Virgil frowned, why is he so ecstatic about rejecting me? I thought he considered me a friend now…

 Roman opened his mouth to speak. Deny it! Deny it!

 “It was a joke.” Virgil blurted out. Roman’s stopped in place, staring at him.

 “What?” 

 “I didn’t mean it. Me doing the whole ‘gay eyes’ thing? It was a joke.” he murmured, fiddling with his sleeves. Roman made a strained noise.

 “I- um- I see. That, uh, that makes sense. Thanks for clarifying, Virgil. If you’ll excuse me, I really must be going now. Ideas to explore, and all. Toodle-oo!”

 And with that, Roman left.

 --

 “Of course it was too good to be true,” Roman moaned, falling back onto his thousands of pillows strewn over the floor. His body shook as he tried to hold back sobs.

 He had been trying to show hints to Virgil for ages, y’know. Roman was brave, but not brave enough to say it outright. He’d hoped- well, he’d hoped that after he showed a few hints, maybe, just maybe, Virgil would show some signs back. Just enough that Roman could be sure that his feelings were returned. 

 And he thought… that this was it. That Virgil’s sudden understanding of ‘gay eyes’ was the sign that he was looking for! 

 He always knew his endless optimism would come to bite him some day.

 “FUCK!” he shouted to no one. Thankfully he had soundproofed his room ages ago, after enough noise complaints from Logan about his singing. He wiped his tears away, scoffing as new ones just took their place.

 He should have known Virgil was too perfect for him.

 With his endearingly sarcastic attitude, his wonderfully precious giggles, and of course his smile- it was a wonder he hadn’t fallen for him sooner.

 He silently cursed his past self. Why couldn’t he have just let it go and accepted him into the group? Maybe this wouldn’t have happened in the first place- maybe Virgil would be able to like him romantically. 

 God, what he would give to be able to cuddle with Virgil… to hug him, to hold hands, maybe even kiss him…

 But he couldn’t.

 Because Virgil had rejected him.

 --

 Dumbass, Virgil’s brain told him. He huffed. What, he asked, am I not suffering enough already?

 His mind didn’t respond. Virgil groaned. This usually meant that he had to actually figure something out instead of just wallowing in his sorrow.

 Rude.

 He rubbed at his eyes, debating whether he should actually follow directions and think over things.

 Nah, he decided, switching onto his side as he elected to just sleep and forget about today.

 He likes you back!

 Psh, yeah right. The only way Roman could like him back is if he had been coming over to confirm his feelings or some shit. That was impossible.

 …

 Wait, he thought, sitting up. Wait. Maybe I am a dumbass.

 Because the more he thought about it, the more it became apparent that it actually wasn’t impossible. In fact, it might just be… plausible. 

 Holy shit.

 He stood up, frantically searching for his hoodie. He had to tell Roman, he had to. Before it was too late.

 Picking it up, he hurried over to the mirror. Fuck, he looked like a disaster. Hair askew, makeup nonexistent, eyes wide in panic. At least he hadn’t cried- crying, Virgil, he could be crying. Go, hurry!

 Whipping open the door, he hurried down the hallway. Passing Patton in the kitchen, he gave him a nod as he ran.

 “What are you doing up?” Patton asked, a cup of water in his hand. “You should be going to sleep.”

 “Can’t-” Virgil huffed out, stopping for only a few seconds. “I have to go- gotta- clear something up.”

 He left before Patton could come up with a response.

 --

 “Roman,” he whisper-shouted, frantically knocking on the door. “Roman!”

 The door opened, revealing a tired Roman. Virgil noticed with a pain in his chest that his eyes were red from crying.

 “What?”

 “I meant it,” he rushed out. “I meant it- the whole ‘gay eyes’ thing. As stupid as it is, I meant it.” Roman’s eyes widened.

 “I did- but I thought you were gonna reject me- so I said it was a joke and I know, I know, I’m so, so stupid, but say you like me back and I might just kiss you.”

 For seconds that felt like eons, Roman stayed silent.

 “Oh God, please do. I like you back, I have for a long time actua- mmf-!”

 Before he was even done talking, Virgil had grabbed the collar of his pyjamas- a red t-shirt, with a crown placed in the center because this boy just cannot stop getting more adorable- and pulled him forward.

 Their lips met, and Virgil’s heart melted. He moved his hands to caress Roman’s face. He felt warm- content, even, which couldn’t be true because he was Anxiety and Anxiety never felt content without a thousand other thoughts harassing him- but he was free from negative feelings, head empty as all he processed was Roman’s lips on his and that he was feeling loved.

 He slowly separated from the boy, gasping for air and fighting the urge to dive back in and kiss him again- because holy fuck he had kissed Roman!

 “I thought- I thought you didn’t like me back.” Roman whispered, voice cracking in the middle. Virgil shook his head vehemently. 

 “I- fuck no, Ro’, that’s impossible. I- fuck- you’re great, Ro’, I adore you.” 

 Roman broke out into a grin, leaning his forehead against Virgil’s.

“I adore you, too.”

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[notalwaysthevillian]

Lost and Found (A Sanders Sides Tangled AU)

Warnings: Deceit, biting, venom, kidnapped, dying, major character death(s), kissing, general anxiety

I swear this isn’t the last chapter, there’ll be one more at least!

Word Count: ~1.1k

Pairings: Romantic Prinxiety, Romantic Logicality

Chapter 10

Masterlist

Chapter 11

“Virgil!” Roman cried as he pulled himself through the window. “I thought I’d never see…”

Virgil was chained to a pillar, a rag tied over his mouth. He screamed as Roman felt fangs sink into the tender flesh of his neck.

Changing back into his human form, Deceit shoved Roman to the floor, ignoring Virgil’s screams. “Now, look what you’ve done.”

Tears began to stream down Virgil’s cheeks as Roman’s face grew pale.

“Oh, don’t worry dear.” Deceit stepped over the thief. “Our secret will die with him.”

Virgil threw himself against his chains, desperately trying to reach Roman. Deceit knelt down and unlocked the chains. “As for us - we are going where no one will ever find you again.”

Deceit tugged, not expecting the strength from Virgil. He heard a squeak, feeling something tug on the bottom of his cloak. Irritated, he kicked the little green thing, sending it flying across the room. Virgil tugged harder, still letting out cries behind the rag.

“Virgil, really!” He yanked on the chain, dragging Virgil across the floor. “Enough already! Stop fighting me!”

As the rag loosened and fell to his neck, Virgil fell to the floor. “No! I won’t stop! For every minute of the rest of my life, I’ll fight you! I will never stop trying to get away from you! And I’m never singing for you again!”

Virgil panted, watching as Deceit took in his words. “But...if - if you let me save him...I’ll go with you. Willingly.”

“No! No, Virgil, don’t -” Roman coughed, blood splattering onto his clothes. He twisted, reaching for the dagger in his belt.

Emile let out a squeak, lying on the floor.

“I’ll never run. I won’t try to escape. Just let me heal him...and I’ll stay with you forever. Everything - everything can go back to the way it was. I promise. Just let - let me heal him.”

Deceit gave Virgil a dead eyed stare, weighing his options. “Fine.”

Carefully taking the chains off of Virgil, he headed over to Roman. Once the chains were in place, he clicked them shut on Roman’s hands. “Just in case you get any ideas about following us.”

Roman coughed, trying to sit up. Virgil helped him into a sitting position, tears blurring his vision. The skin around the bite marks on Roman’s neck were already turning green. “Roman, I’m so sorry. Everything - everything is going to be okay. I promise, I promise!”

“No, Virge.”

“You just have to trust me.” Virgil moved, draping his hair over Roman’s neck. “Come on, just breathe.”

“I can’t let you do this.” Roman choked out, wrapping his fingers around Virgil’s wrist.

Touching their foreheads together, Virgil brought his other hand to Roman’s cheek. “Roman, no. I can’t - I can’t let you die.”

“But if you do this...he’ll take you. You’ll die.”

“It’s gonna be alright.”

Taking a deep breath, Virgil prepared to sing.

“Wait.”

Brushing the silver strands back, Roman leaned in. Once their noses had brushed together, Roman gathered the hair in one hand, slicing it off with his dagger. His hand fell to the floor, his strength finally giving out.

“Roman!”

“NO!” Deceit roared.

The silver began to dissipate from the hair, leaving a chocolate brown color in its wake.

“No, no, NO!” He gathered up the hair in his arms, but it was too late. “What have you done?!”

Tumbling to the mirror, Deceit watched the snakeskin take over. He shrank, turning into his true viper self. A hiss left his mouth.

He turned and raced toward Virgil, fangs bared.

Moving quickly, Virgil grabbed the discarded dagger, closed his eyes, and swung. There was a slicing sound and a thud.

As Virgil opened his eyes, he saw the snake’s head on the floor.

Deceit was dead.

A small squeak had Virgil turning back. Emile sat on Roman’s chest.

“Roman!”

Virgil picked up his head, cradling it in his arms. A cough gave him the tiniest bit of hope.

“Please, please! Stay with me! Look at me…” The hope vanished as Roman’s movement slowed. Grabbing his hand, Virgil put it into his hair. “Flower gleam and glow, letyourpowershine. Maketheclockreversebringbackwhatoncewasmine -”

“Virgil.” Roman managed to get out, his hand tightening in the short locks.

Tears once more blurred Virgil’s vision. “Ro…”

Roman felt himself fading and knew he had to admit his true feelings. “You were my new dream.”

“You -” Virgil sniffed, holding him ever tighter. “You were mine.”

Breathing his last breath, Roman died in Virgil’s arms.

Virgil pulled his body closer, continuing to sing. “Heal what has been hurt. Ch-change the Fates’ design. Save what has been lost. Bring back what once was mine. What once was mine.”

Hugging Roman tightly, Virgil began to sob. He felt the tears slip down his cheeks, no doubt dripping onto Roman’s face.

A bright light forced Virgil to pull back. He saw silver tendrils spreading out from Roman’s neck, twirling around the room. A white image of a flower appeared within the light, before it all faded away, leaving Virgil in the dark.

He looked at Roman, seeing the skin had faded back to its natural color. The bite marks had completely disappeared.

Roman’s eyes fluttered open. “Virgil?”

“Roman?” Virgil held his breath, unsure if Roman was still himself.

“Did I ever tell you I have a thing for short-haired brunettes?”

“Roman!” Virgil dove into Roman’s arms.

Roman wrapped an arm around Virgil’s thin waist, rolling onto his side. He held him tightly, until he felt Virgil pulling back.

“Um, can I…” Virgil flushed red, slowly leaning in.

Grinning, Roman closed the gap, pressing their lips together.

It was sweet and passionate and everything in between. Everything he’d ever wanted, all in one single kiss. His head spun as he pulled back to breathe. “Wow.”

Virgil leaned back in immediately.

“Woah.” Roman put a hand on Virgil’s chest, stopping him in his tracks. “As much as I’d like to do that again...I think your parents deserve to see you.”

“Oh my god! My parents!” Virgil sprang to his feet. “What if...what if they don’t like me?”

“Virge. Something tells me that you’re everything they’ll ever want.”

Blood raced to Virgil’s cheeks as he saw the loving expression on Virgil’s face. “How do we get back? It took us days.”

“But now, we have a horse.” Maximus whinnied as Roman leaned out the window. He offered a hand to Virgil. “Care to get us down?”

Virgil swung his hair onto the eave, tugging to make sure it was secure. “Hold on tight.”

Roman pressed them together, grinning at the blush that covered Virgil’s face. “Don’t you worry. I’m never letting go again.”

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Midnight Shift (4/?)

Pairings: Logicality

Warnings: Self doubt, mild panic

A/N: I am so sorry this took so long to get out ajdbajxbjabxjsbx I haven't abandoned it don't worry

The rest of that day was nothing but a hazy blur to Logan. He vaguely remembered Patton waking him up, making him drink something warm. But other than that- nothing. Just restless sleep in a bed that wasn't his own.

Eventually, he woke up to Patton feeling his forehead, immediately jumping back as Logan stirred.

"Pat-" he croaked.

"Shhhshh, it's okay," Patton said, letting out a sigh of relief. "How- how you feeling, Lo..?"

"Awful," Logan said, struggling to sit up. "I- I need to get back to-"

"Hey, hey, hey," Patton said, gently pushing him back down. "You don't need to get back to anything. You need rest."

"But- but I..." He narrowed his eyes. "...how- how did I get in your room?"

"Er..." Patton looked away. "..your- your room wasn't exactly in- in the best condition, so..."

"..what was wrong with my..."

Logan trailed off as he realized that his room was probably still covered in feathers, none of which he could reasonably explain. Which had to mean that Patton had seen them- had seen him, again, which meant that Logan's cover was blown, that he would have to move again and-

"Hey- hey! Logan, it- it's okay," Patton said, cutting into his thoughts. "I don't mind if your room is a mess, it's okay. Deep- deep breaths, okay? Deep breaths.."

"You- you went- you saw-" Logan looked up at his roommate. "You saw-.. and you- you're not..?"

Patton tilted his head, raising an eyebrow. "...not what?"

"You're not.. you aren't scared?"

"Lo, why would I be scared? I'm not afraid of a messy bedroom," he said, letting out a nervous laugh.

"Not of my bedroom, Pat. Of- of me.."

Patton went quiet for a moment, his eyes straying down to the floor. He slowly sat down on the bed, taking Logan's hand.

"...I don't have a reason to be scared of you, Lo. If- if anything, I was scared for you."

"But-" Logan's face flushed as Patton grabbed his hand. "But I- you- you don't think I'm a... a monster?"

"...Logan, the most monstrous thing you've ever done is eat two jars of Crofters in one sitting," Patton smiled. "My- my view on you isn't going to change just because you have.. an unusual ability."

"..really?"

"Really. If anything, I think it's amazing. You're like a.. a superhero, or something out of a fantasy book!"

Logan blinked, struggling to process what his roommate had just said. Interesting choice of metaphor. "..so you- you don't think it's.. bad?"

"Of course not."

Patton leaned forward, pressing his lips to Logan's forehead before pushing the man back down onto the pillow.

"Now, enough negative talk. You need to rest, and I am going to make sure you get some if it's the last thing I do."

Logan just nodded, his head reeling. As Patton stood up to go make some tea, he brought a hand up to his forehead, which still burned with warmth where Patton had kissed him. Logan smiled.

He... he accepts me..

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[the-duke-of-deodorant]

Based off of Y’allsehood au by @stop-it-anxiety uwu

Ships: Logicallity (mostly), platonic Prinxiety? (any ship can be seen if you look hard enough really)

Main idea: Spooky magic cowboy logicallity meme but angst (I’m gonna keep calling it this). Actual answer- old west au where Logan become sheriff and fights with Remus

All warnings: Supernatural powers(twins/Logan/Deceit), violent unsympathetic Remus, major character death(s), abusive relationship (twins), beating, guns/weapon usage, referenced shootings, kidnapping, hallucinations, drinking, sympathetic Virgil, neutral Deceit? (not really sympathetic or non but he’s a “criminal” vigilante sort of?), anxiety attack, unsympathetic Logan, spoilers to Hamilton and Heathers (some people wait to listen to it until they see the show so beware spoilers there’s a lot of musical references),

Characters: Known 6+Remy (referenced- Character!Thomas and Picani)

Word count: tbd (at least 3,000 so far)

POV: 3rd

CHARACTERS/ROLES

Thomas- The old Sheriff (died challenging Remus to a fight he couldn’t win, they pushed it too far and Remus killed him)

Logan- The new Sheriff (replaces Thomas and continues his work trying to defeat Remus)

Patton- Deputy (Thomas and Logan’s partner in law that went on adventures with both of them) (is babey)

Remus- Most Wanted (town’s most wanted criminal, Remus has hurt a lot of people in town and is most known for murder and violence against his brother)

Roman- Damsel In Distress™ (Remus’ #1 victim of all his shenanigans, he’s really quiet because of the abuse) (also babey)

Virgil- Tavern Owner (he knows almost everyone’s secrets and knows a lot about Remus through experience and he is the only one Roman trusts enough to tell what happened to him with Remus)

Deceit- Criminal (Deceit is a criminal like Remus but never has killed anyone like he has. He’s not as known so he can get away with more (less extreme) things without being caught since everyone’s attention is on Remus and Logan)

Remy- Sassy southern crossdresser that’s about it but we love him (he helps Logan with detective work in a few scenes)

Picani- Logan’s past deputy (he be dead like Thomas but no spoilers friend)

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[sugarglider-s]

Nah, just kinda like when you see them in your notifications, you’re like “Oh! Hey! I recognize their username/profile pic!” Or something idk

Ejdoandn it’ll be hard to list all of them,, so maybe I’ll go by who’s in my notifications rn

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Winners!

1st- @lucifer-in-my-head

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3rd- @idkwhyimhere0o0

If all the winners would reach out to me in the upcoming week, ill get those pages as soon as i can :D

[skepticalcatfrog]

Thanks for the tag @aurora-cycle-unofficial !

Last Song: 96,000 from In The Heights

Last Film: I can't really remember, but probably something Christmas related

Currently Watching: Danny Gonzalez on YouTube

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Currently Craving: Idk, macaroni and cheese or something

I'm tagging @idkwhyimhere0o0 @gaylotusthatexists @frawkeye and @goose-kinnie-since-06 , if y'all want to do this.

tagged by @curiosity-killed 

instructions: tag 9 people you want to know better/catch up with.  

last song: Famous Last Words by My Chemical Romance

last film: i caught bits of the movie Zathura while my sibs watched it earlier, but I was in the other room working on writing. i’m not sure if that counts, but i don’t really watch movies much

currently watching: Sleuth of the Ming Dynasty, The Wolf, and Novoland: Eagle Flag

currently reading: fanfic and The Crucible (for class)

currently craving: inspiration to finish the scene for my fic. also yogurt-covered raisins for some reason

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Thanks for the tag @idontdoglitter !

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[notalwaysthevillian]

Lost and Found (A Sanders Sides Tangled AU)

Warnings: Police brutality (that’s the closest to what it is), mention of hanging, anxiety, mental/emotional abuse

Word Count: ~1.4k

Pairings: Romantic Prinxiety, Romantic Logicality

Chapter 9

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I couldn’t wait, so you guys get this chapter now! Only one more canon chapter and then an epilogue of my own design :D

Chapter 10

Rope burned into Roman’s skin as he came to, twisting in his binds. “Virgil? Virgil!”

As he heard footsteps, he glanced up. About half of the royal guard had him surrounded. The captain easily cut him out of his binds and hoisted him up to the dock. “I didn’t think I’d find you this easily.”

“Wait, wait, you don’t understand!”

“C’mon.” The captain shoved him, heading for the castle. “Your room is already prepared.”

“Virgil!” He shouted, hoping that his voice would carry over the water.

The grip on his arms tightened. “Shut up.”

“Please, you have to -” He was cut off as the breath left his lungs.

Removing his fist from Roman’s stomach, the guard started to drag him along. “We don’t have to do anything, thief.”

Glancing back, all Roman could see was fog. Another guard tugged on his arm, making him face forward.

Resigning himself to his fate, Roman let himself be tugged along and thrown in the dungeon.

After all, Virgil probably thought he’d been abandoned. Roman had stupidly left him on the beach, promising to come back. He should’ve known that something would happen. The Stabbington brothers never played fair.

He paced in his cell all night, wondering what had happened to Virgil. Was he okay? Had he gotten away from the brothers? Maybe Max had found him.

Jingling interrupted his thoughts. He turned to find the Captain opening his cell, a solemn look on his face. “Let’s get this over with, King.”

Roman put a hand to his neck, knowing which punishment fit the crime.

He’d never see Virgil again.

***

Virgil trembled as he felt the last flower leave his hair.

“There. Now we can pretend that never happened.” Dorian grabbed the basket full of flowers, refusing to look at Virgil as he walked towards the kitchen area. “Wash up. I’m making hazelnut soup.”

He stopped at the edge of Virgil’s curtains, looking back. Virgil sat on his bed, eyes filled with tears, staring down at his hands.

“I warned you what was out there.” He snapped, voice growing cold. “The world is a cruel, dark, and selfish place. It always has been and it always will be.”

He closed the curtains, leaving Virgil to himself.

As soon as the footsteps had faded, Virgil opened his hands, staring at the crumpled flag he’d managed to hide. Ever so carefully, he spread it out across his lap.

Emile let out a squeak, hugging Virgil’s leg the best he could.

With a sigh, Virgil laid back, clutching the flag to his chest. He stared up at the paintings on the ceiling, knowing nothing would ever bring him joy again.

Emile let out a squeak, tapping his hand on the sun before looking up.

Virgil followed the chameleon’s gaze, eyes widening as he realized he’d somehow painted the royal symbol in the negative space. His eyes flicked around to each painting, finding the star in nearly everything he’d painted.

A gasp fell from his lips as he remembered. 

The star above him.

His parents smiling down at him.

His parents.

The kings.

“It’s for the lost prince.”

A flash of himself wearing the tiara filled his mind.

Virgil gasped, falling back into his dresser.

“It’s me.”

***

Roman walked through the dungeon, accepting his defeat and death.

At least, that had been the plan.

All bets were off when he saw the Stabbington brothers sitting in a cell.

He threw himself into the guards, knocking them to the ground before jumping over his chains and grabbing one of them by the neck.

He slammed the brother’s face into the bars, growling. “How did you know about him? Tell me, now!”

“It wasn’t us!” He tried to pull away, groaning when he was slammed against the bars once more. “It was the old man!”

“Old man?” Snippets of Virgil talking about his Father all came back at once. Roman’s eyes widened and he struggled as the guards grabbed him again. “Wait! No! You don’t understand, he’s in trouble!”

***

Virgil heard Dorian yelling, asking if he was alright. He walked through the curtains, still reeling from his discovery.

“I’m the lost prince.” He whispered, holding tightly to the fabric.

Dorian rolled his eyes. “What have I told you about mumbling?”

“I am the lost prince. Aren’t I?” Virgil glared at Dorian. The slight widening of his eyes was enough of an answer. “Did I mumble, Father? Actually, I shouldn’t even call you that.”

Recovering quickly, Dorian waved a hand in the air. “Please, Virgil, do you hear yourself? How could someone like you be a prince.”

“Stop it! Stop...belittling me!”

Knowing he’d been caught, Dorian’s face grew cold. “I protected you. Gave you a home.”

“You locked me in a tower!” Virgil screamed, shoving past Dorian and heading down the stairs. “You told me that people would want to steal my power. It was just you who wanted it.”

“It’s not like you have anywhere else to go.” Dorian smirked, waving a hand in the air. Scales raced up his jaw as a visual of Roman pinned by the guards floated in the air. “He can’t be there for you.”

“What did you do?!”

“He’s a thief, Virgil.” Dorian waved his hand again, stalking toward the trembling boy. “By royal decree, a thief is hanged for his crimes.”

Tears blurred Virgil’s vision. “No!”

“Shh, it’s all right. If you just forget about all this, I’ll let you stay here.” Dorian reached out to pat Virgil’s hair.

Shooting his hand out, Virgil grabbed Dorian’s wrist. “NO! You were wrong. About the world, about Roman, about me. I will never let you use my hair again!”

With a shove, Dorian stumbled back into the wall. He stared as Virgil straightened up and started to walk away.

“You want me to be the bad guy?” He let his magic flow up his arms, ignoring the stinging itch of the scales. “Fine. Now I’m the bad guy.”

***

Lead down the corridor, this time bound and chained, Roman continued to struggle. Each time, the guards tightened his bindings until he was practically being carried.

A pink unicorn set in an alcove caught Roman’s eye as they walked. He grinned, stopping dead in his tracks.

All the doors around them slammed shut, making the guards around him jump.

The captain banged on a door. “Hey! Open up!”

“What’s the password?” An all too familiar voice asked.

“What?”

“Nope.”

“Open this door!” The guard slammed his fist against the wood.

“Not even close.”

“You have three seconds!”

As the captain counted, the guards holding Roman were taken and knocked out. He grinned and waved as the captain turned around, only to be knocked out by one of the thugs wielding a frying pan.

“Who knew, right?” Roman asked, gesturing toward the cookware. “Now can you -”

The door behind him splintered as the rest of the royal guard came pouring through. Roman shrieked as the thug tugged him through the doorway. They sprinted down the corridor, the guards right on their tail.

They ran past Ulf, who began to mime, before continuing their way out into the courtyard. More of the guards poured in, blocking all exits.

Gunnar grabbed Roman, setting him down. “Head down.”

“Head down.” Roman repeated, doing as he was told.

“Arms in.”

“Arms in.”

“Knees apart.”

“Knees apa- wait, what?” Roman gave him a confused look. “Why do I need to keep my knees apAAAAAAAA!”

A scream fell from his mouth as he flew through the air, turning into a wheeze as he landed. He opened his eyes finding himself in Max’s saddle.

“You brought them here?”

The horse let out an agreeing sound.

“Oh, thank you!” Roman threw his arms around Max’s neck. “I’m so sorry about everything. Maybe we -”

The horse stared at him.

“Let’s just go.”

Roman grabbed the reins, merely holding on as Max leapt. They landed on a nearby house, scattering their shingles - which Roman fully intended to remember and replace - before landing in the middle of town.

“Okay, Max. How fast can you run?”

The horse took off at a blazing speed, jumping over branches and avoiding holes as Roman lead him to the hidden tower.

As soon as it was in view, Roman jumped off Max’s back and darted to the base. “Virgil? Virgil, let down your hair!”

When nothing happened, Roman ran forward, digging his fingers into the stones, desperately trying to climb the tower.

He sighed with relief when the silver strands were tossed out the window. 

Heart pounding, Roman made his way to the top of the tower, wanting nothing more than to see Virgil again.

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[mindscape-blues]

Midnight Shift (3/?)

Pairings: Logicality, bg platonic Prinxiety

Warnings: sickness, being sick, self neglect, blacking out

For the next three days, Patton barely saw Logan. Other than their rushed breakfasts each day, he would hide away in his room, working on homework whenever Patton was around. It worried him, especially since he knew that Logan could get easily carried away and stay up all night if he had to.

But all the while, Patton could not get over what he had saw. Or, what he'd thought he'd seen, apparently. It felt so real, for a dream..

On the third day, Patton finally cracked while he was hanging out with Roman.

"You alright, Pat?" He had said. "You seem.. off. You aren't as bright as usual."

Patton smiled, though somewhat sadly. "Yeah, I'm okay. I'm just.. worried."

"About what?"

"My roommate, Logan. He's got finals coming up, and- and he's been spending all day in his room. I mean all day."

"He's probably just cramming," Roman pointed out, leaning back and taking a sip of his coffee. "I used to do the same thing."

Patton raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you drop out?"

"That's not the point. Is.. that really all you're worried about?"

"I- I guess.." Patton said. "He- he doesn't come out to eat or anything though. And- and the other night..."

Roman looked intrigued, sitting up straight. "Oh? Is there tea to be spilled?"

"I just- I got up to get water and he was in the kitchen- that's normal, for him at least. But he was acting all weird, and he-"

"He what?"

Patton bit his cheek, glancing down. He decided to leave out the part about Logan appearing to have a tail.

"He saw me and he ran. He didn't even take his toast with him- I had to throw it out the next morning. When I brought it up again, he just avoided the topic and rushed out the door."

Patton sighed, but looked up, bewildered, as Roman chuckled.

"Have you considered that maybe there's something he's afraid to tell you?" He teased. "Something along the lines of.. oh, I don't know... a crush?"

Patton's face got hot, and he knew that he was turning redder than Roman's jacket. "I- no, he- we-"

Roman laughed, setting his coffee down on the table. "Look. Just try talking to the guy tonight, if you're so worried. It'll be fine!"

"I-" Patton cleared his throat. "..yeah. Thanks, Ro. Tell Virgil I said hi!"

"Can do, as always, Pat."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Later, when Patton got home, he went directly to Logan's room, taking a deep breath before knocking on the door.

There was no response- not unusual, but still unsettling. Patton knocked again. "...Lo? You doing okay, bud..?"

A mumbled response came from behind the door, making him sigh in relief.

"Can I come in?"

For a moment, Patton was met with silence, making his heart skip a beat. Then the door was pulled open, an extremely tired Logan looking up at him.

"What do you need?" He asked, pushing up his glasses. Patton could see dark circles under his eyes.

"I- I just wanted to.." Patton stammered. "Logan, are- are you okay..?"

"I'm fine," he snapped. "I'm just- busy. I'm busy."

"Lo.. How- how about you come take a break? Just- for a few minutes, at least? Please?"

"Patton, I have a lot of work to do before class, I just-" Logan suddenly started coughing, nearly doubling over as he tried to hide it. "..let me- let me finish."

"Are- are you sick?" Patton asked. "When- when was the last time you slept..?"

"That- that's not important."

"Uh, yes, it is!" He protested. "Please, Logan, just.. come out, for a minute. You need rest."

Logan mumbled something in reply before another coughing fit started, making him lose his grip on the door. Patton took the opportunity to push it open all the way, gently grabbing Logan's wrist.

His room was a disaster- books were strewn across the floor, crumpled up papers sat in a pile around his trash can, and oddly, little brown feathers were scattered around the room.

Patton didn't pay any of that much attention, supporting Logan as he struggled to take a breath.

"Lo, come on. You are going to get some rest now." He said firmly. "No buts."

"But-"

"What did I just say?" Patton asked, slowly dragging Logan out the door.

Logan pushed away from Patton, stumbling a few steps before falling to the ground. His face was flushed, and Patton could see something sticking up under the collar of his shirt.

"Get- get out," he spat. "..please."

"...Lo..?"

"Patton, please."

Logan met his eyes, determination shining bright before he slumped back against his desk. Patton stared in shock for only a moment before rushing forward, putting a hand to his roommate's forehead.

"You idiot," he said softly, grabbing Logan under the arms and hoisting him to his feet. "You are sick. And I'm sorry, but I'm going to take care of you.."

Patton trailed off as he noticed the things under Logan's collar again- which, up close, looked suspiciously similar to the feathers littering the room around them.

He adjusted so that he could hold Logan with one arm before reaching up and pulling his shirt away from his neck.

Patton gasped as his suspicions were confirmed. Logan's neck and shoulders were covered in fine brown feathers, tangled together similarly to his hair. He noticed that they had spread along his hairline as well, and were creeping up the side of Logan's face.

...is this why he was hiding? This, and- and the tail!

Patton shook his head, dispelling the thought. Right now, his friend was sick. And he needed Patton.

Patton picked up Logan bridal style, carrying him down the hall to his own room. He pushed the door open with his foot, laying his roommate down on the bed.

"When you're feeling better, we have some catching up to do," Patton said softly. "What's going on with you, Lo?"

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[skepticalcatfrog]

1922 and 27💚

19. If you had to pick one fic/scene/chapter of your work to describe your entire portfolio to a stranger, which would you pick?

Okay, I know that I just sort of talked bad about Shattered Crown, but it's still got some of my best writing in it. Which brings us to our question! I would definitely have someone read the big fight scene in the last chapter of Shattered Crown. I'm still super proud of that one.

22. Has there ever been anyone who's made you freak out because they read your work and followed/ favorited/reviewed?

Yeah, but not because they're super famous or anything (as far as I know, at least). I've definitely told them this before, but I really appreciate all the reactions @idkwhyimhere0o0 gives to my work. No matter what, they're always there to read and reblog, and I appreciate them so much.

27. If you could only ever write crossovers or single-fandom fics ever again, which would you pick?

Single fandom, for sure. I don't know if Stay Ahead and Stay Alive really counts as a crossover, but I don't consider it one, so in that case I've never written a crossover. Which means that I won't really lose anything if I give up crossovers!

[notalwaysthevillian]

Lost and Found (A Sanders Sides Tangled AU)

Warnings: anxiety, manipulative/abusive deceit, feeling of abandonment

Word Count: ~1.5k

Pairings: Romantic Prinxiety

Chapter 8 | Chapter 10

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Chapter 9

Roman led Virgil down to the edge of the water, Maximus following close behind. Grabbing one of the public boats, they set off, gently floating into the bay.

A soft whinny had them turning back, seeing Maximus looking sad, standing on the edge of the dock. Before Virgil could say a word, Roman pulled out a bag of apples.

“Hey Max!”

He tossed the apples at the horse’s feet. Virgil couldn’t help but giggle as Max gave Roman a questioning look.

“What? I bought them.” Max began to dig in as Roman started to paddle them further into the bay. “Most of them.”

“Why are we going so far out?” Virgil asked as Roman continued to paddle. He pointed to all the other boats. “They’re all floating just offshore.”

“Virge, it’s the best day of your life.” Roman stiffened slightly as Emile climbed onto his shoulder. As the chameleon settled in, he smiled. “For something like this, you need the best seat in the house.”

The sun began to set as they reached their destination, casting the two of them in a soft golden glow. Roman glanced over, finding himself mesmerized as the light hit Virgil’s hair. And while the man looked positively stunning, something was off.

“Virge? You okay?”

Pulling his cloak tighter, Virgil shook his head. “No...I - I’m terrified. Ro, I’ve been staring out of a window for eighteen years. Seeing those lights rise in the sky...it’s something I’d always dreamed of. What if - what if it’s not what it’s cracked up to be? What if -”

“Virgil.” Roman’s voice was soft as he reached over and took Virgil’s hands. “I promise you, it’s everything you’ve ever dreamed of.”

Some of the tension left Virgil’s shoulders, but there was still something he wasn’t saying. He bit his lip for just a moment before it spilled out. “If it’s everything I ever dreamed of...then what? I go back to my tower and remember this moment?”

Roman shook his head. “No, Virge. After this, you get to find a new dream.”

Trumpets sounded at the castle, the music echoing out over the kingdom. Virgil watched intently as the doors to the castle opened and two figures walked out.

“Those are the kings.” Roman explained, shifting in order to wrap his arms around Virgil. The younger man leaned back into his touch. “Once they lift the royal lantern, everyone else is allowed to set theirs off.”

The figures moved and a single lantern made its way into the sky. One followed, then another, and before Virgil could gasp the night sky was filled with light coming from all angles.

As Virgil watched, he couldn’t help but let out all the emotions he was feeling.

“All those days, watching from the windows. All those years, outside looking in. All that time never even knowing just how blind I've been.”

Careful not to rock the boat, Virgil made his way to the front, gripping the wood so as not to fall off. The lanterns were as bright as the stars, bathing the kingdom in their yellow glow.

“Now I'm here blinking in the starlight. Now I'm here suddenly I see. Standing here it's all so clear! I'm where I'm meant to be.”

Tears started to drip down Virgil’s face. He hastily wiped them away, not wanting Roman to see. A strong pair of hands gently pulled him down onto the seat. Virgil swung his legs over Roman’s lap as he continued to watch the sky.

“And at last I see the light, and it's like the fog has lifted. And at last I see the light, and it's like the sky is new. And it’s warm and real and bright and the world has somehow shifted.”

Reaching back, Roman pulled out two lanterns. Warmth filled Virgil’s heart as he watched Roman light them before guiding one of them over.

“All at once, everything looks different, now that I see you.”

As the words left Virgil’s mouth, Roman blushed. Together, the two of them lifted the lanterns into the sky.

“Ro...I have something for you.” Rummaging in the bottom of the boat, Virgil moved a blanket to uncover the satchel. “I should’ve given it to you before. But I was scared that you’d take it and leave me to the wolves...or something so much worse. But I - I’m not scared anymore. Do you know what I mean?”

Reaching out, Roman lowered the satchel. “I’m starting to.”

“All those days, chasing down a daydream.” The song flowed out of Roman as he matched the rhythm Virgil had been using. The other man grinned. “All those years, living in a blur. All that time, never truly seeing things the way they were.”

Taking Virgil’s hands once more, Roman continued, baring his feelings for Virgil to see. “Now you’re here, shining in the starlight. Now you’re here, suddenly I know. If you’re here, it’s crystal clear, I’m where I’m meant to go.”

“And at last I see the light.” A shiver ran up Roman’s spine at how well their voices blended together.

“And it’s like the fog has lifted.”

Like magnets, they started to shift closer together.

“And at last I see the light.”

“And it’s like the sky is new.”

A lantern began to float down toward the water. Both of them reached out, lifting it back toward the sky before rejoining their hands. Virgil moved completely into Roman’s lap, both of them leaning in as they sang.

“And it's warm and real and bright, and the world has somehow shifted.  All at once everything is different, now that I see you.”

Cupping Virgil’s cheek, Roman pulled him in closer.

“Now that I see you.”

Their noses brushed and Roman’s eyes started to close. Before he could finally kiss Virgil, a green light on the shore caught his attention. He peered into the darkness, recognizing the Stabbington brothers immediately.

“Ro?”

Virgil looked confused and upset. He glanced back to where Roman was looking, but the thieves had vanished. “Is...is everything okay? Did I do something wrong? I’ve never, um…”

“What? No, Virge, you didn’t do anything.” Roman promised, feeling horribly guilty. He picked up the paddle and started to row them towards shore. Pain shot through his heart as Virgil slid off his lap and yanked his hood over his face.

As they neared shore, Roman jumped out and pulled the boat into the sand. He grabbed the satchel, not missing the look of hurt in Virgil’s eyes. “Virgil, I’ll be right back, I swear. I just...there’s something I have to take care of. And then we can continue where we left off - if you still want to.”

There was a beat of silence as Virgil stared him in the eyes. “Okay.”

“Just...two seconds!” Roman called back as he ran off.

Emile climbed onto Virgil’s shoulder, making a buzzing sound. Virgil reached up, stroking the scales. “It’s alright. He’ll - he’ll be right back. He said so.”

After a few minutes, Virgil started to get antsy. He climbed out of the boat and began pacing in the sand, making sure he could see where Roman had disappeared at all times.

A shadow loomed in the distance, making Virgil sigh with relief. “I was starting to think you ran off with the crown and left me.”

The shadow morphed into two. A gasp fell from Virgil’s mouth as he recognized the two brothers.

The taller one smirked. “He did.”

“What? No, he said - he wouldn’t do that!”

The other brother chuckled, the sound raising the hairs on Virgil’s arms. He waved a hand toward the open water. “”See for yourself.”

Turning, Virgil covered his mouth. He could see Roman, clear as day, steering a ship toward the castle. “Ro? Roman!”

“A fair trade.” Virgil whimpered as a heavy hand landed on his shoulder. “A crown for the boy with magic hair. How much do you think someone would pay to stay young and healthy forever?”

Tearing himself free, Virgil backed up toward the water. “No, please. No!”

One of them pulled out a sack. Fight or flight kicking in, Virgil took off along the beach, tripping over a few loose stones. He vaulted over a log, only to be yanked backwards as his hair got caught. Tears poured down his face as he tugged, desperately trying to get free.

He heard a few distant thuds.

“Virgil!”

“Father?”

Less panicked, Virgil freed himself before moving back toward the beach. Dorian stood over the brothers, a branch in his hand. When he saw Virgil, he dropped it. “My precious boy.”

“Father.”

Sobs wracked Virgil’s body as he all but dove into his father’s arms. Arms that wrapped around him immediately, stroking his hair. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“How did you -”

“I know what I said, but I was worried about you.” Dorian said as he continued to check Virgil’s hairline. “I saw them attack you and...oh, let’s go, let’s go! Before they come to, I can’t take them on a second time.”

Virgil gave one last glance toward Roman’s boat. He wasn’t sure how he had any tears left, but he sniffed as they began to fall. Crying harder, he tightened his arms around Dorian’s waist. “You were right, Father. About everything.”

“I know, darling.” Dorian picked up his lantern. He turned away from Virgil, a small smirk making its way onto his face.

“I know.”

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