speckedfreckles

[the-valiant-valkyrie]

hello everyone PLEASE think about the concept art for fabby's workshop with me please

[ghoulwren]

LITERALLY SCREAMED WHEN I SAW HOW ARTHUR SPUN DANIEL, AHSGSGS

I will not shut up about this 😤 this is the best dance that they could've ever released.

And the new outfit is so cute, I had to have it, purely because of the hair 😍

(I wish Daniel could be the lead in these dances, but oh well)

[oatmealdaydreams]

All of Me Needs Sleep, All of Me

Because I love Virgil like a totally normal person, so I decided to write a lil oneshot about sleepy Vi.

Prompt: Here (from @sleepyvirgilprompts) Pairing: platonic ThVi

Trigger/Content Warning: sleep deprivation, mention of weapons

Description: When Virgil can't sleep he'll check on the others, or more importantly, on Thomas to make sure he's safe. When Thomas sees this, however, he isn't having it.

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When Virgil can't sleep, he'll make sure everyone else is okay and safe. More importantly, he'll avidly check on Thomas.

Usually, Thomas is sound asleep and appears to be fine. After a while of watching and guarding to make sure, Virgil will try to go back to his room and rest. It usually ends with him binging YouTube or staring mindlessly at the ceiling, but that's fine. He's fine. A few hours of sleep is enough to not kill him.

And this time was supposed to be the same. But it wasn't, thanks to his person.

It was some time after midnight, Virgil knew that much. He just couldn't sleep. His mind swirled with what ifs and could bes. No way was he resting now.

What if Thomas is in danger, and you're not there to help him?

Virgil shot straight up in his bed, his mind now fully focused on Thomas. That thought made his hands shake slightly, made his veins jolt and halt his mindless staring contest with the ceiling. He hurried off his bed and practically raced to sink out into the real world.

Now he stood at the edge of Thomas' bed, seeing his person sleeping soundly. Safe and okay, he's safe and okay. Virgil watched his chest rise up and down, the steady pattern of breathing. The light snoring. The occasional mumble in his sleepy state. He watched carefully when Thomas would shift or move into a different position to be comfy. He'd just stand there, at the edge of the bed.

He couldn't sleep until he was absolutely sure nothing would try and get him. Virgil was his protector, the person to watch over him whilst he rested. To make sure no danger came his way. To keep him alive and okay, and safe. He wanted him to be safe.

And his mind took so long to be convinced that he was truly, and honestly, safe.

As long as I'm here, nothing can hurt you.

Just like the twins had their weapons, the sword and the morningstar, the others had their own as well. Logan's and Janus' were a bit less obvious. Logan had a strange bow, one that possessed arrows made of literal space and stars. He was Logic, long-range made sense. He calculated the best option and took it. His bow would materialize only when he truly needed it, which thankfully wasn't very often.

Janus had his cane. It sounded a little weak, but it surely was anything but. There was a hidden little button underneath the hook of his cane. If he pressed it, his cane would morph and shift into a sort of whip. It was a little more like yellow ribbon attached to a silver and topaz handle. It helped when he had to pull someone away from danger, the ribbon curling around his target so he could yank them to safety. It also proved great for slashing at the enemy and scaring larger beasts with the loud crack it'd make.

Patton, surprisingly, had one as well. I mean, yeah, he is a dad. But it's Patton; you would think he wouldn't want to hurt anyone. And he doesn't, unless that someone proves to be a threat to any of his kiddos. That's when Patton lets himself be imperfect, in a protective manner. That's the only time you'd ever hear him cuss. His weapon was, oddly enough, quite literally a gun. Whoever decided it was a good idea to give Patton a gun was either the dumbest person in existence, or an absolute genius. Patton seemed to hand his sky-blue, frog-themed pistol extremely well. It was a little scary how well he handled it. It shimmered in the sun, it's metal practically made of pond water and decorative lily pads. It was like someone morphed a frog pond into a little pistol. Patton only ever had it on him if he sensed someone's upset. Just in case.

A lesson to be had: never piss off Patton. He literally has a f*cking gun.

And Virgil? He had a set of dual Chinese sabres, each made of shadow and fear. They were outlined in an eery violet haze. If anyone besides Virgil touched them, they sent violent shivers of icy terror through their veins. Perhaps that's what they were so effective, and equally dangerous. He could summon them as quick and reactive as he was, especially in Fight-or-Flight mode.

Which brings us back to Virgil watching Thomas sleeping, debating on whether it was appropriate to summon his sabres. He still wasn't convinced Thomas was completely safe yet.

Anything could jump out while he's vulnerable. You must protect him, always protect him.

And Virgil accidentally summoned them on reflex when Thomas groaned loudly and sat up in his bed, startling the Emo Nightmare. He must have dozed off into thought. He can't do that, he has to be alert. No matter how tired or delirious he gets, he must protect Thomas.

Virgil blinked, summoning away his sabres as he realized it was just Thomas waking up. He needs to go back to sleep, put him back to sleep. Do your job. Why'd you wake him up? F*cking dumbass.

"Vr-rgil?" Thomas' words slurred as his rubbed his eyes. "Why're you up?"

Virgil hesitated. He didn't want to worry Thomas, cause he knew he'd be worried, of course he would. He shifted in his spot at the edge of the bed.

"Protecting you," came Virgil's small voice.

"Mm, what? What are you doing?" came a sleepy reply, still too tired to comprehend things the first time.

"Checking on you."

A little louder, but not too loud in case Thomas fell back asleep.

"Virge, it's-" Thomas turns a little to check his clock. "It's three in the morning."

"I couldn't sleep, and I got worried," Virgil shrugged it off.

"I'm okay, Vi."

"I know..."

"Just- go to sleep. I don't care where, just go to bed."

Thomas gave Virgil a soft look, seeing the smallest glimpse of the bags hidden under his eyeshadow. His hands were slightly shaking; whether from anxiety or exhaustion, it wasn't clear. He looked so tired. He worried about his Anxiety- this part of him that never seemed to sleep. He looked like he was able to collapse. In fact, he wavered where stood, even if just by the tiniest bit. It still made Thomas concerned.

Virgil seemed to hesitate again, tugging at his hoodie drawstrings. He bit at his lip for a moment, before forcing himself to stop, and take a quiet breath. He still wasn't fully convinced that Thomas was safe.

Thomas saw the lingering worry in Virgil's eyes, and he sighed. Such a protector, isn't he?

"Come 'ere," he said, beckoning him with a loose gesture.

"...what?" Virgil asked dumbly.

"Come here. Sleep by me."

"But I don't-"

"You don't have to if you're uncomfortable, but you need sleep, Virge. And we both know you won't rest until you're sure I'm okay."

"...okay."

This way he could still watch over Thomas.

And get rest, but he wasn't thinking about that. In fact, he only started to realize exactly how tired he was as he slowly walked over to the side opposite of Thomas. His person scooched over, making room for the anxious Side. As soon as Virgil climbed in and his head hit the pillows, he nearly passed out. He forced himself to stay awake, whining out of fear that something would come for them as soon as he fell asleep. God, but his eyes felt so heavy.

"Hey, it's okay, Virgil," Thomas whispered as he carded a calm hand through the Side's hair. "All of me needs sleep, all of me."

Virgil melted at the soothing action, wanting nothing more than to just let himself sleep. But worries lingered, and his dumb little brain wouldn't let him rest.

Thomas, unexpectedly, cuddled up to Virgil. Though the Sides were imaginary and metaphysical, they were still tangible (to a certain degree). How tangible depended on Thomas. Plus, it was like cuddling to himself as an act of self-love. Yes, he still struggled with loving himself- a lot of people do, it's a common thing- but when the Sides needed him, he was there. He loved them, even if he wasn't the best at showing it sometimes. Even if some of them were difficult to deal with, or even if he was just so damn drained. He'd always love them; they were a literal part of him. And he wanted nothing more than to keep the pieces of himself loved.

If he could love the pieces, then perhaps he could love the whole puzzle.

It startled Virgil for a moment, but he just as soon relaxed when he realized it was just Thomas. He held him, put his arms around his person in a protective and sleepy manner. He rested his chin on Thomas' head, keeping him close and safe. Always safe, forever safe as long as he was there.

As soon as he felt like Thomas was secure in his arms, he passed out. Little snores, much like Thomas' own, came from him. Eyes so heavy and relaxed watched the exhausted Side before closing themselves.

"Goodnight, Vi," Thomas whispered before letting himself back into sleep.

And thus, both slept through the night, calm and quiet in each other's warmth.

No one wondered why they were like that as morning came, just glad that Virgil was finally getting some sleep. They let the duo sleep in for a bit longer before starting the day. They both needed this.

And when they woke up, no one commented on it. Everyone went on with their day. It put the anxious Side at ease.

Thomas made a mental note to cuddle Virgil whenever he was worried and sleep deprived.

[disqualifiedasahuman]

you seem like you could use a cat selfie

I could.

[oldestking]

[michameinmicha]

Stumbled upon this random ship (in a fandom im not active in myself) that has like 150 works on ao3 which are all from just two people gifting each other fics about this pairing back and forth and theyve been doing it for 3 years... i think thats true love probably

[copepods]

i love when people draw 2 characters cuddling and it looks like this

[bruciemilf]

Bruce: Anyway, I better get this one home. See you, Superman.

Jason, a 6’4 anti hero crime fighting machine who threw down with Batman multiple times, sleepy as fuck: No! No no no no

Bruce, carrying him like a toddler: Yes ~

[spicybeefu]

What if Pokemon & Animal Crossing had a crossover game? #10 Made in Blender, Wooper design by @omuart on instagram!

[variksel]

i hate you ai art i hate you "unalive" i hate you youtube premium i hate you twitter 8$ checkmark i hate you nfts i hate you therapy app advertisements i hate you non-chronological timelines i hate you instagram reels i hate you subtle tiktok filters that cant be turned off i hate you family bloggers i hate you ads on true crime episodes i hate you facebook i hate you vr glasses on chickens i hate you dystopian social media

[hinamie]

I'll rip in hands and teeth and take a bite

[nouverx]

*proceeds to drink the whole bottle*

Yeah Alastor you're gonna be loved and appreciated wether you want it or not :)

[gunstellations]

costume 🔑⚓

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

AND BUMBLEBEE !!!!!!!!

[xeemaee]

Shoutout to his random little curls

[hyenabrainedpup]

Nearly making her cum from sucking on her nipples is something you need to do by the way. No ignore how pathetic she sounds just keep sucking on them