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smol oceanias

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Dialogue prompt 17 Sanders Sides perhaps? Love your writing so much!!

Sorry this took so long!!

17) “I made you breakfast.” “Is it poisoned?” “What kind of question is that?” 

Fandom(s): Sanders Sides, Thomas Sanders, YouTube

Warnings: Food mention, lack of trust, anxiety, poison mention, implied poisoning

Ships: None

Virgil shrugged on his sweatshirt and walked downstairs, hunched over with his hands shoved deep into his pockets. It was early in the morning, about 4am, so he wasn’t expecting any of the other sides to be awake. He silently went over to the kitchen counter and began to brew himself some coffee, leaning against the counter and squinting as the brightness of his phone screen shone in his face. 

“You’re up early,” a voice said, startling Virgil. He looked up to see Logan sitting at the table, sipping his own cup of coffee with two plates in front of him, each with a delicious looking cheese omelet sending steam up into the air. Virgil stared at the food hungrily but hid it but giving Logan a cynical look, raising an eyebrow. 

“Why do you have two plates, four-eyes?” Virgil sneered, the implications of his question not getting past the logical side. Logan pursed his lips and closed the book he was reading. 

“Well, I became aware of your early risings and made you breakfast. I fugured it would be nicer than dining alone.” Virgil’s smirk faded and he tensed, looking at the other trait personification warily. 

“Is it poisoned?” Virgil asked caustiously, the omelet not looking wuite so pleasing anymore as his stomach twisted into knots. Logan blinked, started. 

“What kind of question is that? I do not have access to poison, let alone the will to put any in your food. It was merely supposed to be a kind gesture. I thought that after our debate video, you would possibly be open for beginning a...friendship, with me,” Logan said, slowling at the end and pushing up his glasses, something Virgil had spotted as one of his nervous habits. Virgil relaxed slightly, but was still on guard, and took a deep breath. Of course Logan wasn’t trying to poison him, that was ridiculous. He wasn’t with the dark sides anymiore. He was safer now. 

“Thanks. It looks good. Mind if I sit?” Logan shook his head and gestured towards the chair in front of him. Virgil gave him a small smile and sat down, puling the plate towards him. He inspected the omelet for a moment. No physical signs of discoloration. He picked up the fork Logan had set on the plate and cut off a small piece. He closed his eyes and smelled it, immediately feeling himself melt. Cheese, garlic, even some chives, it smelled wonderful, and no signs of poison there either. Virgil knew, of course, that there were odorless poisons, but he didn’t really think Logan was capable or willing to poison him. Logan waited patiently for Anxiety to do his thing, knowing that it would make him feel somewhat more secure. Virgil hesitantly put the piece of food in his mouth and grinned. It tasted delicous, the singular piece full of cheese, the garlic cutting through the saltiness. 

“Is it good?” Logan asked, smiling as he saw the grin on Anxiety’s face. The other man nodded happily and dug in to his food, humming happily as the warmth spread through his body right down to his toes. Logan mentally pat himself on the back, a feeling of satisfaction as he ate his own breakfast. A comfortable silence fell over the two as they enjoyed the silent, calm morning together. 

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@noah-ftm tagged me, thank you for still tagging me even if i never do anything!!

nicknames: -

gender: male

star sign: sagitarrius

height: 1,72m (about 5'7" i think?)

time: 19:54

birthday: 20.12

fave bands: depends on my mood, but mcr, fob, p!atd, top, linking park and some german bands

fave solo artists: prinz pi, casper, hozier, lana del rey

song stuck in my head: Inneres/Äußeres by Maeckes

last movie i watched: road to el dorado

last show i watched: sketch history (german show about historical events with comedians)

when did i create my blog: i cant remember, probably about 2 or 3 years ago?

what do i post: fandom, aesthetic and mostly personal and other things (idk its just a giant mess)

last thing i googled: faust II summary

do i have any other blogs: i used to, but not anymore

do you get asks: rarely, but i also never know what to answer

why did you choose your username: cant remember, but dragons are cool and im a constantly confused bisexual

following: 391

followers: 405

fave colours: no colours in particular but dark ones that are mixed so they get more dull, idk how to describe it

average hours of sleep: between 5 and 7

lucky number: -

instruments: violin, bass guitar and i sing

what am i wearing rn: black pants and a dark blue sweater

how many blankets do i sleep with: three but one is only because i like its extra weight

dream job: smth with history where i can work alone in a museum and never have to talk to people

dream trip: norway

fave food: everything with pasta

nationality: german

fave song(s) rn: Partykirche - MIST by Maeckes

now u know more about me than u ever wanted to i hope ur happy with this extra information

[also sorry if i missed a question or have spelling mistakes im on mobile]

i tag: @ysl-loves-adidas @maple-skull @aph-aotearoa-newzealand and everyone wanting to do this

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I’m sorry but these two dorks are adorable af

Free to use empty panels Reblog/Like first Art by Kitayume/ Hidekaz Himaruya ｜♦

[leesacrakon]

Can you do 21+22 with Virgil saying it to Roman?

21. “Who hurt you?” 22. “Don’t be scared, I’m right here.”

Roman returns from a quest acting very different from his royal self and Virgil is determined to find out what happened. 

Title: Little Lion Man

Fandom(s): Sanders Sides, Thomas Sanders, YouTube

Warnings: Crying, anxiety, OOC, and passing out 

Ship(s): Established Romantic Prinxiety

When Roman entered the mindscape and walked slowly into the living room, his face was expressionless and pale as a sheet. Logan and Patton had long since gone to bed, but Virgil sat there on his phone, curled up into a ball on the small armchair, earbuds in. Roman bit his lip and tried to sneak past Virgil, heading towards his room.

“You’re back.” Virgil’s voice made Roman jump and he turned to see his boyfriend looking up at him with a warm smile. The prince-like side nodded slightly and just stood there, his arms hanging by his sides. Virgil’s smile faded and he untangled himself from his earbuds and stood, walking to his boyfriend and cupping his cheek. He was shocked when  he felt how cold Roman’s face was against his hand. 

“Hey love,” Roman said softly, managing to give his partner a weak smile. That made Virgil’s frown deepen. Usually, Roman would run in after a quest and go on and on about how magnificent he was, picking Virgil up and twirling him around. It never mattered how late it was, or if the others were asleep, he was always an enthusiastic ball of energy. 

“Roman, what happened? Who hurt you?” Virgil said firmly, putting his hands on Roman’s shoulders and looking him in the eye, searching for any clues as to how he was feeling. 

“No one, I’m fine,” Roma mumbled, pressing a kiss to Virgil’s forehead. Virgil could feel him trembling under his grip and he gently pulled Roman closer, wrapping his arms around the other man and burying his face in the crook of his neck. Roman’s breathing hitched and he stiffened. Virgil held Roman in his arms and guided him over to the couch, relaxing him until he was no longer like a stiff board under his grip. Roman’s eyes were filled with unshed tears as he buried his face in Virgil’s chest, letting the other gently pet his hair. 

“Tell me what happened?” Virgil encouraged, resting his head on top of Roman’s and holding his boyfriend close. Roman whimpered and his grip tightened on Virgil’s shirt as tears began to fall. 

“I…I can’t, Virgil,” Roman sobbed, clinging to Virgil’s jacket, making it wet with his tears. Virgil’s face twisted with concern and he lifted Roman’s face, kissing away his tears and taking in Roman’s body language; the trembling, how tense he was, etc, trying to see if he was upset, or if he was on his way to panicking. 

“Hey, hey, don’t be scared. I’m right here,” Virgil said soothingly, rocking back and forth as if Roman were a small child, doing whatever he could to make the love of his life feel safe. After a while, Roman cried himself to exhaustion and passed out in Virgil’s arms, his mouth open slightly as he lay limp agaist his boyfriend. Virgil carefully situated Roman in his arms and carried him up The stairs. He went right past his room, knowing that wouldn’t be a very good idea, and went to Roman’s door. He managed to get in without any hands, settling Roman underneath his covers. Roman whined in his sleep at the loss of contact ad Virgil chuckled, shaking his head and climbing into bed with him. Roman cuddled into Virgil’s side and snored softly, making the smaller man smile. Virgil closed his eyes and kissed Roman’s forehead, settling closer to him and drifting off to sleep. 

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[leesacrakon]

13 for logince 👀

“What were you thinking?” “If I’m honest, I’m not sure I was.”

Fandom(s): Sanders Sides, Thomas Sanders, YouTube

Warnings: None

Ship(s): Romantic Logince

This is more of a drabble, it’s very short

Logan blinked and stared at his husband who was lying on the ground with a golden retriever puppy, smiling up at him sheepishly. 

“You…adopted a puppy?” Logan asked slowly. Roman nodded. “And it’s untrained?” Roman nodded again, but slower this time. Logan took and deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“And…he chewed up all of my shoes?” Logan finished. Roman bit his lip to stop himself from laughing.

“Yeah, I did save your good dress shoes though.” Logan’s lips quirked into a smile and he shook his head fondly. 

“What were you thinking?”

“If I’m honest, I’m not sure I was.” 

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[leesacrakon]

5 for the dialogue prompts, please (any pairing, preferably w/ Virgil)

5) “Don’t hurt him, please, I’ll do anything.”

Fandom(s): Sanders Sides, Thomas Sanders, YouTube

Warnings: Blood, injury, villainous Deceit, hostage!au, knives, manipulation, very implied non-con, basically Yandere!Deceit, and kidnapping

Ship(s): Romantic Analogical and one-sided Loceit

Virgil shifted and struggled against the ropes that bound his wrists, his heavy breathing echoing through the dark, empty basement. The pipe he was secured to creaked as he yanked harder at the ropes, tears falling and staining the yellowed cloth that served as a blindfold. His wrists were rubbed raw and bleeding but he didn’t care. He needed to get out, he needed to get his boyfriend out.

“Virgil?” he heard Logan whisper. His heart broke at the sound of his lover’s voice, usually so confident and full of life sounding so lost and broken.

“I’m here Logan,” Virgil called back. “Where are you? Can you come to me?” There was quiet shuffling.

“Yeah. Keep talking so I can find you,” Logan replied. There was more shuffling as Logan moved blindly across the floor through the basement.

“You’re doing great, love,” Virgil said encouragingly, sitting up. “Keep coming, you’re almost there.” Logan continued to drag himself until his head butted into Virgil’s knee. His breathing hitched and he sat up, leaning into his boyfriend and burying his face in what he assumed was the other’s shoulder. Virgil rested his head on top of Logan’s, itching to wrap his arms around him and tell him that everything was going to be alright.

“I’m so sorry Virgil,” Logan whispered, his voice cracking. “I’m sorry he dragged you into this. I should’ve just stayed away from you-”

“Hey, don’t say that,” Virgil said firmly, getting as close to Logan as he could, shivering slightly as he felt how cold he was. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, by a long shot. We’ll get out of here, I promise,” he continued, more gentle this time, as he placed a kiss on Logan’s forehead. There was a loud, resounding creak as the basement door opened, flooding the area with light. The thin cloth over Virgil’s eyes protected him somewhat, but he still hissed at the brightness. The other boy sniffled and curled up against his side, trembling slightly. 

“What did I say about touching?” their kidnapper, a boy from their school named Damien, said coldly. Logan started shaking harder and Virgil growled, curling his body around his boyfriend’s protectively. Damien awed mockingly and grabbed Virgil’s chin harshly, pressing a knife under his chin. Virgil stiffened as the cool metal pricked his skin and shed blood, clenching his jaw and going still. 

“Virgil?” Logan said weakly. “What’s happening?” Damien chuckled darkly. 

“Oh nothing, I’m just teaching your little friend here a lesson,” the other boy said smoothly, his eyes glinting dangerously as he pressed the knife harder against Virgil’s skin. He let out a choked whimper and tried to get away from Damien, but he kept Virgil in place. Logan gasped and sat up. 

“ Don’t hurt him, please, I’ll do anything!” Logan begged, his voice shaking. Damien raised an eyebrow and stopped, turning to look at Logan, his knife still against Virgil as he looked Logan up and down, licking his lips. 

“Anything, you say?” Damie purred, smirking. He thought how beautiful Logan looked, all tied up and helpless with tear stains on his cheeks. He hadn’t put a blindfold on him so he could still see those pretty eyes, but his knife had made quick work of making sure that Logan couldn’t see anything else. The cuts around his eyes and the ones that made his eyes cloudy were such a nice touch to his delicate, ethereal face. He saw his love hesitate before nodding. 

“Yes...Yes, anything. Just leave Virgil alone, he hasn’t done anything wrong,” Logan said shakily, closing his eyes and putting his head down. Damien hummed before letting go of Virgil and walking over to Logan. The bespectacled boy shivered as the tip of the knife pressed against his clothes and ripped right through them, revealing his thin frame to the cold air. Damien’s eyes lit up hungrily and Virgil whipped his head when he heard the sound of a zipper. 

“What are you doing? Don’t you dare touch him!” Virgil shouted, fighting harder against his restraints. Damien just rolled his eyes and shoved a wad of Logan’s clothes into Virgil’s mouth. 

“There, much better. Now my dearest, where were we?” 

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Analogical 32? If youre still doing the send the number thing?

32. “Your eyes are red… Were you crying?”

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Fandom(s): Sanders Sides, Thomas Sanders, YouTube

Warnings: Self-deprecation, self-hatred, sleep deprivation, overworking, stress, crying, suicidal talk

Ship(s): Romantic Analogical

Logan laid down curled up on the couch, staring blankly at his laptop, which sat on the coffee table, screen black. He needed to be working right now, but he was just so exhausted. He could barely lift his head off of the couch cushions, and his chest hurt. Dried tear tracks still lingered on Logan’s cheeks from his previous breakdowns, and he could feel himself inching closer and closer to another one. He desperately needed to get work done. He started to shake as he tried to prop himself up with his arms, but they collapsed out from under him and he crashed back down on the couch. Logan punched the pillow in frustration, a few tears slipping down his cheeks. He was so useless. 

“Hey, Lo. What’s up? You trying to take a nap?” Virgil asked as he entered the living room, taking his usual spot in Thomas’ armchair. Logan closed his eyes and nodded, deciding that lying a little bit wouldn’t hurt his boyfriend. Virgil smiled, looking relieved. 

“Good. The bags under your eyes are getting dark enough to compete with my eyeshadow. You deserve some rest,” Virgil cooed, and he got up from his chair to sit at the end of the couch where’ Logan’s feet were. Logan bit his lip as Virgil reached up and brushed his hair out of his face, thumbing his cheek gently. 

“Wait…your cheeks are wet,” Virgil muttered, confused. Logan grimaced and looked up at his lover, revealing his tear stained face and puffy, red eyes. Virgil frowned and shifted down to the other end of the couch, resting Logan’s head on his lap. Logan whimpered, hiding his face in his hands in shame. Virgil had seen he was crying. He probably thought he was a failure. He probably hated him. He probably thought he was useless-

“Your eyes are red…were you crying?” Virgil asked softly, no malice or judgment in his tone. Logan trembled slightly and shook his head wildly. Virgil couldn’t know he couldn’t know he couldn’t know HE COULDN’T KNOW HE COULDN’T KNOW-

“Hey, hey, don’t cry. It’s okay, I’m not mad,” Virgil whispered, running his fingers gently through Logan’s hair, bending down and pressing a gentle kiss to the forehead. Logan held back a sob and buried his face in Virgil’s lap, trembling as Virgil carded his fingers through his hair. 

“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry,” Logan choked out, unable to hold back his tears and sobs, his body jerking and his chest heaving uncontrollably. Virgil’s face twisted with pain and he pulled Logan up, wrapping his arms around him in a tight, loving embrace, and allowing Logan to bury his face in his chest. 

“Don’t apologize. Feelings are normal. This is normal. You-”

“No, it’s not! I’m not supposed to feel. I-I am Logic, I-I…I am supposed to work, to get things done, to function! I-I…I’m so worthless, I wish I could die. I d-deserve to…to die. Virgil, I want to d-die!” Logan wailed, his voice muffled by Virgil’s shirt. His boyfriend paled and clutched him closer to his chest, gripping the back of his shirt tightly. 

“Don’t you dare say that. Don’t you dare, Logan. You are amazing and talented, and smart, and don’t let anyone, including yourself, tell you otherwise! You…You don’t deserve to die, and you deserve to feel. You deserve a break. You deserve to eat and sleep and to cry when you need to. You deserve it all, and that’s that,” Virgil said firmly, trying to keep his tears at bay. Logan whimpered softly, saying nothing, his thoughts howling at screaming at him that Virgil was lying to him, he didn’t love him, he just pitied him.

Virgil tilted Logan’s head up and Logan’s eyes fluttered as Virgil pressed his lips against Logan’s in a gentle, loving kiss, resting a hand on his cheek and thumbing it gently, wiping the tears away and helping to smooth slightly. Logan shook as he tangled his fingers in Virgil’s hair, kissing him back earnestly, letting out all of his pent-up anger, self-hatred, and frustration out into the kiss. Virgil wrapped his arms tightly around his waist, his hands trembling. He could practically feel Logan’s suffering as if it were his own, and it killed him. Logan pulled away after what seemed like an eternity, gasping for air, his chest heaving and tears streaming down his cheeks. 

“I-I love you, Virgil,” Logan said, cupping Virgil’s face in his hands and pressing their foreheads together, still sobbing softly. 

“I love you too,” Virgil whispered, closing his eyes as he ran his fingers up and down Logan’s back. “And I’ll never stop, no matter how you feel, no matter what you do. I’ll always be here.”

“Always?”

“Always.”

[leesacrakon]

Prompt? 72. I'll meet you halfway. Maybe Moxiety? ~14Masks

FIY: THESE PROMPTS ARE FROM MONTHS AGO. THERE ARE NO LISTS TO REQUEST FROM ATM. I’M JUST EMPTYING OUT MY INBOX

72: “I’ll meet you halfway.”

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Fandom(s): Sanders Sides, Thomas Sanders, YouTube

Warnings: Panic, frustration, tiny bit of self-hate, but nothing too serious. Food mention. 

Ship(s): Romantic Moxiety

Virgil searched through his backpack frantically, his hands shaking. He forgot his Calculus homework. He fucking forgot his calculus homework. Tears of frustration welled up in Virgil’s eyes and he buried his head in his hands. He didn’t have time to go all the way back home after his morning classes and get back in time to be able to get to his afternoon classes. Virgil got out for lunch at 11 and his classes after that didn’t start until 1pm, but he lived off campus, quite a ways away, and he had other work to do. He couldn’t believe he’d forgotten. Virgil had spent hours on that homework, and now all of his hard work was for nothing. Unless…

Virgil pulled out his phone from his pocket, squirming slightly in his seat with discomfort. Virgil’s boyfriend, Patton, was attending a smaller college close to Virgil’s apartment, and while he didn’t have any classes today, he worked at a coffee shop fairly close by to both locations. He would be on break in a few minutes if Virgil remembered correctly, and maybe, just maybe, he would help Virgil out. The stressed college student ran a shaky hand through his hair before finding his lover in his contacts and shooting him a text. 

Virgil: Hey, babe. R u on break yet?

💖👓My Heart💖👓: Sure am, sweetheart. Why? Is there something you need. 

Virgil: Yeah…I left my Calc hw on my kitchen counter. M srry to bother u with it, but I don’t have time 2 get to my apartment and back in time 4 class. 

💖👓My Heart💖👓: Do you want me to bring it to school for you? 

Virgil: Pls. 

Virgil: I’m srry, this is probably really messing up ur schedule and stuff

💖👓My Heart💖👓: Not at all! I’ve been wanting to see you all day anyway, sweetie. 💖

💖👓My Heart💖👓: I’ll meet you halfway. Sound good?

Virgil: Sounds gr8. Thanks again. I love you. 

💖👓My Heart💖👓: Aw, I love you too, you big softie. And do you want some muffins? Cindy gave me a bunch today, they’re chocolate chip!

Virgil: Ooh, yes please, I didn’t eat this morning…

💖👓My Heart💖👓: TWO chocolate chip muffins then! I swear, Virgil, if you didn’t have me you’d be a hot mess haha. See you later 💖 

Virgil smiled softly, sending Patton a few heart emojis before putting his phone back in his pocket, his heart thudding in his chest and his cheeks warm. He couldn’t wait to see his love. He was so lucky to have found a man like Patton. 

[leesacrakon]

5 and 13. Angsty Prinxiety. Because I really feel like some angst!

5: “This isn’t just about you…”

13: “Of course you’d believe that…”

You….I like you. :3

This is a Highschool!HumanSides!AU

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Fandom(s): Sanders Sides, Thomas Sanders, YouTube

Warnings: Self-hatred, fighting, homophobia, and implied abuse

Ship(s): Romantic Prinxiety

“Virgil, I just don’t understand. Please, tell me what I’ve done wrong!” Roman pleaded with his boyfriend, tears welling up in his eyes. Virgil glowered at the older boy, pulling his hood up over his head and looking away, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. This hurt him, this hurt him so badly, but he needed to do this. For his own safety, and for his lover’s.

“This isn’t just about you,” Virgil whispered, fighting back tears. It was about a drunk father and a homophobic mother who both threatened to kill him when they found out he had a boyfriend. It was kids at school who gave him death threats, geared towards both him and the adorable jock he loved. It was Virgil’s love for Roman, his desire for him to be safe and happy and loved, and his hatred for himself that made him realize that he would never be good enough for Roman.

“I know it’s not, but surely- I- please tell me what’s wrong! I need to fix it! Please!” Roman said, voice choked. Tears were streaming down his pale face now, and Virgil’s heart almost burst out of his chest in anguish.

“Of course you’d believe that…that it’s your fault. It’s not you, it’s me. Just…please go, Roman. Please,” Virgil whispered. His heart seemed to shatter into pieces as Roman quickly straightened up, tugging at the sleeves of his jacket and glaring at the other, still crying.

“Fine. If you want this to end so badly, then I’ll leave. You never have to see me again,” Roman said coldly, voice still quivering with pain.

“Fine,” Virgil choked. Roman spun around on his heels and walked off, fighting back sobs, leaving the other heartbroken boy to make his way home alone.

[leesacrakon]

15: “ Don’t die on me– Please. ” - thelo

I ended up deleting that post and queueing it, but eh, why not? 

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Fandom(s): Sanders Sides, Thomas Sanders, YouTube

Warnings: Blood, major character death

Ship(s): Brotherly/Platonic Logince

“Brother!” Roman roared, rushing through his troops towards his fallen kin. Logan laid still on the ground, clutching a wound in his side, face ashen. Roman collapsed to his knees and scooped Logan up into his arms, wiping the dirt, grime, and blood off of his face. Logan opened his mouth to say something but was cut off as blood bubbled up in his throat. He coughed, curling up, pain flitting across his handsome features. 

“R-Roman….I…I don’t want to die,” Logan managed, breathing shakily as a bit of blood dribbled down his cheeks. Roman quickly wiped it away, ignoring the tears rolling down his cheeks and the blood seeping from his brother’s numerous wounds. 

“You won’t, I promise. I won’t let you,” Roman said firmly, and he stood up to get a medic, but Logan grabbed his arm, eyes wide with pain. 

“D-Don’t leave me, please!’ Logan wheezed, chest heaving with panic. Roman cupped his face in his hands and pressed their foreheads together, rubbing Logan’s cheek. 

“Never,” Roman murmured, and he felt Logan relax. 

“T-Thank you,” Logan choked, closing his eyes and leaning heavily against Roman’s chest. The young prince swallowed back the lump in his throat, looking down at his older brother with grief-stricken eyes. 

“Don’t die on me– Please,” Roman whispered, resting his head on top of Logan’s. Logan smiled a little, and began to speak, but then his face went slack and his body fell limp in Roman’s arms. Roman jerked his head up in alarm, looking down at Logan’s pale, blank face. His eyes were empty; the intelligent gleam was gone from them forever. 

“N-No!” Roman howled. “No! Logan, please! Come back!” Roman begged, shaking Logan roughly in his arms. But his cries fell on deaf ears. Logan, his beloved brother, and companion, was gone. 

[leesacrakon]

1here let me see . For Roman and Virgil please ?

1: “Here, let me see.”

Cuuuuuuuute.

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Fandom(s): Sanders Sides, Thomas Sanders, YouTube

Warnings: Implied violence, blood, self-deprecation, and slight medical elements

Ship(s): Romantic Prinxiety

Roman gripped his bleeding shoulder and stumbled into the mindscape, quickly shutting his bedroom door behind him and leaning heavily against the wall of the hallway, panting heavily. The dragon-witch had struck again, and since it was his princely duty, the royal trait had gone out to fight it. Wounds weren’t uncommon for Roman after such a battle, but it seemed a bit worse than normal this time. He was dizzy and couldn’t see straight, but he had stopped feeling the pain of his injuries a while ago. Roman sighed shakily and slowly started to make his way down to the kitchen, planning on getting something to eat and the first-aid kit, hoping none of the others were awake, especially a certain angst-lord that would certainly be displeased by his late arrival.

“Ro…Roman? Is that you?” someone said, yawning. Roman flinched and turned towards the kitchen entryway, guilt gnawing at his stomach as he spotted a clearly exhausted Virgil staring at him with worry. He started to form a reply to his lover when a sudden wave of excruciating pain in his side nearly made him fall over. Virgil immediately sprang to his feet, rushing over to the royal trait and wrapping an arm around him. Princey leaned against the dark side heavily and stumbled over to the couch, breathing shakily as he tried to concentrate on something other than the terrible pain he was in.

As soon as Virgil settled Roman down onto the couch, he curled up tightly, hiding his heavily bleeding side, stomach, and arms from his boyfriend. Virgil’s expression hardened and he sat next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder and squeezing gently.

“Roman? What happened to you?” the darker trait asked quietly, tilting his head in an attempt to look Roman in the eye. The prince quickly clenched his eyes shut, biting his lip ever so slightly and hoping that Virgil would just go away and leave him to deal with his shame of being defeated in peace.

“Nothing, I’m fine. Go to bed, Virgil,” Roman muttered, opening his eyes momentarily and giving the other a quick smile before closing them again. God, his head hurt so bad. Everything hurt, honestly, but now he was feeling dizzy and tired on top of it all. Maybe he should just fall asleep and leave his injuries to be tended to in the morning…

“Whoa, hey. Wake up, Sleeping Beauty!” Anxiety said urgently, now fully awake and at attention. Not caring about Roman’s personal space at the moment, Virgil grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him lightly. Roman groaned, head lolling groggily and his eyes fluttering. This was not good. Not good at all. Virgil could feel his heart pounding a mile a minute in his chest, but he had to keep himself calm. Hands trembling, he swiftly kissed Roman’s forehead before dashing back into the kitchen, searching desperately through the drawers for the first-aid kit Patton kept for after Roman’s adventures. He breathed a sigh of relief and took the box, turning around just in time to see Roman shifting on the couch.

“Virgil, ‘s fine, really,” Roman slurred, grinning lopsidedly and getting onto his feet, stumbling forward and making his way towards the stairs. “I’ll just got ta shl-sleep. I can take of it in the mornin’,” he added. Virgil shook his head and rushed forward, grabbing Roman by the wrist and looking into his eyes, his expression firm.

“You are staying down here. I’m not going to let you die of blood loss just because you’re too stupid to take care of yourself,” Virgil said coldly, eyes narrow. Roman’s smile faded and he pursed his lips, plopping down onto the couch. He kept his head bowed, staring down at his hands with blank eyes.

“Sorry,” he whispered sadly. Virgil ignored him, figuring it was just delusional thinking. Roman would never apologize to him for anything if his life depended on it.

“Here, let me see,” Virgil said quietly, gently lifting Roman’s arm up off his side. The other flinched and closed his eyes, taking in a shaky breath. Virgil stared at the gaping wound grimly, swallowing hard. Since Roman was a side it would heal quickly on its own in no time, but Virgil wanted to at least clean in so it wouldn’t end up getting infected. Roman whimpered as took a cloth with rubbing alcohol and dabbed at the cut in his side. It wasn’t too bad, already healing, and wouldn’t need stitches. Virgil figured that just gauze would do. Roman’s eyes flickered up to the other man’s concentrated face as his shirt was unbuttoned and removed, revealing dark bruises littered across his torso. Virgil sighed and shook his head again, glaring sharply at the prince. Roman flinched.

“I-I…I tried to be careful, I swear,” Roman said weakly, biting his quivering lip and trying not to cry. Why was he being like this? He was supposed to be a brave and strong prince, not a cowering, crying idiot. He shivered as Virgil’s cold fingers brushed along his stomach as he slowly wrapped the gauze around his torso. The touch was too cold, too much, too soon, Roman couldn’t stand it. But, he sat as still as he could eyes clenched shut and his trembling hands curled into fists at his sides.

“Hey, don’t cry, it’s okay,” Virgil whispered soothingly, finishing up with dressing Roman’s wound before guiding his head to his shoulder, running his fingers through the silky locks. Roman shuddered and buried his face in the crook of Virgil’s neck, wrapping his arms around his waist tightly and holding him close, shaking and whimpering softly as he cried. Virgil rocked back and forth gently, running his hand up and down Roman’s bare back tenderly, not wanting to upset him further.

“I-I tried but…I couldn’t do it! She was too powerful! I-I couldn’t…I can’t…” Roman’s voice trailed off and he sobbed harder, letting all of his frustration, anger, and grief show in his tears and the cracking in his voice. He knew he was being selfish and stupid, forcing the one he loved to do so much for him, but he couldn’t help it. He was in pain, in more ways than one, and he hated it. He was weak.

“It’s okay sweetheart, not everyone can be perfect all the time,” Virgil cooed, kissing the top of Roman’s head lightly. “You did your best, right?” Roman sniffled and nodded, glancing up at the other man. Virgil smiled down fondly, pecking his lips before continuing. “That’s all anyone can ever ask for.” Roman’s mouth twitched into a small smile and he nuzzled into Virgil’s chest, eyes half-closed with the heavy burden of exhaustion. He was still in pain, but being so close to his beloved, and being so cared for…it made him feel better. Roman vaguely heard Virgil ask if there was anything else he needed, and he blushed slightly, his cheeks turning a soft pink.

“Sleep?” Roman asked timidly, looking up at Virgil with shy, hesitant eyes. Virgil sighed, chuckling fondly and nodding. With little to no effort, he swooped the other up into his arms, carrying Roman towards his room where they would both hopefully get a full night’s rest. He gently pushed open to door to Roman’s room, smiling as a gust of gentle, warm air washed over him and he was filled with a sudden burst of love, and a feeling of accomplishment. As Virgil settled Roman down into his familiar, soft, red comforter, Roman let out a quiet sigh reached out a hand towards the one who held his heart, a silent plea for him to stay. Virgil quickly kicked off his shoes and removed his hoodie, scooting into bed next to his prince and holding him close.

“I love you, idiot,” Virgil muttered, his breathing slowly as he began to drift off to sleep.

“I love you too, emo nightmare,” Roman replied fondly, shifting slightly so that his arms were around Virgil’s waist. The two soon fell asleep, wrapped in each other’s loving embrace, grateful to have overcome the wounds of the past as well as the ones of the present.

[leesacrakon]

for the 'i love you' thing, can you do 89 with prinxiety? platonic or romantic i dont mind :p

89: “I noticed.”

Awwww! 

And I had to make it super angsty. Sorry, guys. 

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Fandom(s): Sanders Sides, Thomas Sanders, YouTube

Warnings: Self-harm, self-deprecation, and self-hatred

Ship(s): Platonic Prinxiety

“Why does it matter, Virgil? Nobody noticed! You all just…You all just accepted that I was acting strangely! You d-didn’t ask if I was alright, or h-how I was feeling, you just…you didn’t notice!” Roman said, tears welling up in his eyes as he hurriedly pulled his shirt back on, back turned to Virgil. The dark trait’s brow furrowed, his eyes still fixed on Roman’s left arm, where deep cuts and scratches still faintly oozed blood. Hesitating, he walked up to the usually confident trait, wrapping his arms around his waist in a hug. Roman stiffened but made no move to push Virgil away. 

“I noticed,” the anxious trait whispered, closing his eyes tightly and resting his head on the other man’s back. Roman grimaced and his shoulders slumped, eyes cast down towards the floor. 

“Then why didn’t you say anything?” Roman whispered, tone laced with pain. He didn’t understand. Surely, Virgil knew what it was to feel like this. If he had seen, wouldn’t he have said something? Or shown he had cared? Or had Roman messed things up with him so badly that Virgil thought he deserved this? The two stood in silence and Roman cried quietly, trembling gently as Virgil remained silent. 

“I was scared that I would do something wrong and just make it worse. But…it got worse on its own. I should’ve said something. I-I’m…I’m sorry, Roman,” Virgil replied, biting his lip hard enough to make him taste blood. Roman blinked and turned, forcing Virgil to let go so their position wouldn’t be too awkward. 

“Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault. Thank you…thank you for caring, at least-” 

“Never do it again. Please, you don’t deserve that,” Virgil cut Roman off, looking at him with pleading eyes. The princely trait smiled wearily and sniffed, more tears making their way down his cheeks. 

“I can’t promise anything right now, but I’ll try,” was his answer. A relieved half-smile donned Virgil’s face and he quickly, but cautiously, enveloped his friend in another embrace. Roman wrapped his arms around him tightly, burying his face in his shoulder and letting himself sob softly. Virgil said nothing, contenting himself with running his fingers through Roman’s hair and gently rubbing his back. 

Virgil would fix this. He had to; for his sake, and for Roman’s. 

[leesacrakon]

thanksgiving au fic with any of your fandoms please?

David adopts Max au?

David adopts Max au.

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Fandom(s): Camp Camp, Webshows

Warnings: Food mention, self-hatred, self-deprecation, and anxiety

Ship(s): Platonic Maxvid, Romantic OC/OC

“Max, it’s not going to be that bad, I promise. My parents will love you!” David said cheerfully, looking back at his adoptive son with a smile. Max grunted in reply, too tired after the six-hour long car drive to the home of David’s parents. It had been a few months since the sun-shiny camp counselor had adopted the gloomy boy, and David had thought Thanksgiving dinner would be the perfect time for his new son to meet his parents.

“They’re going to hate me, I know it,” Max muttered, pulling up his hood and looking out the window glumly. David’s smile faded and he sighed, shaking his head slightly looking ahead. He knew Max would realize he was wrong when they arrived, but it still made the older man so sad that his son was bent telling himself that his grandparents would hate him.

“We’re here, bud,” David said, pulling into the concrete driveway. Max looked out the window, eyes widening in amazement. The house was a small, modest cottage, like something out of a fairytale. The windows were brightly lit with blue lace curtains hanging in each of them. A neat cobblestone path lined with roses and other flowers led up to the blue door. David opened his car door and got out, waiting patiently for Max to join him. The young boy sighed and hopped out of the car, glancing around quickly before grabbing David’s hand and squeezing it tightly for support. David blinked, but squeezed back, smiling down at his son gently. He knew his parents were going to love him.

“Come on!” David said cheerfully, practically skipping up to the front door. Max grumbled but followed close behind, not once letting go of David’s hand. He trembled in fear as David raised his hand to knock on the door and bit his lip, looking down at his feet. David paused for a moment, gaze turning to Max, eyes filled with concern and love. He let his hand drop and Max immediately clung to his leg, looking up at him and shaking his head.

“D-David, can we go home? Please?” Max asked softly. David sighed and shook his head, ruffling Max’s hair slightly.

“I know you’re scared Max, but there’s nothing to be afraid of. These are the people who raised me. Looking at how I turned out, what do you think that says about them?“ David joked, winking down at his son. Max held back a laugh and loosened his grip on David’s leg, but still didn’t let go. Reassured that Max was at least somewhat comforted David lifted up his fist and knocked. The door immediately opened to reveal an older woman with white silvery hair and smile lines around her eyes and mouth, holding a steaming apple pie. She gasped upon seeing David at the door and quickly set the pie down, flinging her arms around him with surprising vigor. Max shuffled backward quickly.

“Davey, sweetheart, it’s so good to see you! How’ve you been?!” the elderly woman asked excitedly, pulling away and straightening the bright yellow sweater vest David had chosen for the occasion. David laughed and kissed the woman on the cheek, smiling affectionately.

“I’ve been good, Mama T. I brought someone for you to meet!” David said, giving his mother another hug before gesturing towards Max, who had hidden behind him. Mama T smiled down kindly at Max, bending down slightly in hopes to seem less intimidating.

“Hello, dear. You must be Max. David’s told me lots about you. Why don’t you come here and give your grandma a hug?” Mama T asked sweetly, in a way that made Max’s heart flutter. She wasn’t commanding him to hug her. It was an invitation, and one he could refuse. She was giving him a choice. Max looked up at David, who nodded, and gestured for him to go. Max nervously came out from behind David’s leg and hesitantly hugged the older woman. She hummed in satisfaction and scooped him up into her arms, frowning a bit as she noticed how light he was.

“There we go! Why don’t we go inside and meet Mama A, hm?” Mama T said with a giggle, planting a gentle kiss on Max’s nose. The young boy blushed at the affection and nodded, dazed. David laughed to himself and followed his mother and son inside, excited to see his other parent. Max groaned softly at the bright light and buried his face in Mama T’s shoulder. She patted his back and smoothed out his hair, looking back at David with a sad smile. Her son had informed her of her new grandson’s rather dark past, and she could only hope that she and her wife would be able to help him understand that not all families were broken.

“Ashley dearest, come here for a moment!” Mama T called, staying in the entryway to the kitchen so as not to overwhelm Max with the number of people there were present. Ashley, or Mama A, turned from the stove where she was tending to the green beans and carrots, revealing her wrinkled, rough face ad bright pink and yellow apron. A deep frown was set on her face but her eyes were gentle and warm.

“What is it, love? I’m in the middle of cooking- Oh!” David!” Mama A grinned upon seeing her son standing behind her wife and quickly hustled forward, pinching his cheek affectionately. “How’s my big boy doing? And who’s this?” she said, tough facade gone, and turning back to Mama T and Max. Max blinked, looking at David, Mama T, Mama A, and back again.

“I…you have two moms?” Max asked David, bewildered. David flashed his son a grin and nodded excitedly, wrapping Mama A in a hug.

“Sure do! Isn’t it great?” David said cheerfully. “I get twice as much motherly love as the next guy!” he added, giggling slightly. Mama A rolled her eyes at her son’s antics before turning her attention back to Max.

“We asked him to tell you sooner, but he wanted to keep it a surprise. He said you had a friend back at the cap who had two fathers, so it wouldn’t be too much of a shock for you. You don’t mind, do you?” Mama A asked kindly, holding out her arms to take Max from Mama T. He let himself be passed and embraced by the elderly woman, smiling.

“Nah, I don’t mind. You seem chill,” Max said, trying to sound indifferent. The two women laughed and David smiled sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders.

“Welcome to the family then, sweetheart! Now, let’s go get some meat on your bones, shall we?” Mama A said, shifting Max so that he was on her shoulders before practically bounding into the busy dining room, David and Mama T following close behind. Max laughed, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and neck. He could get used to this.