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Remus: Hey Poptart! Are you wearing makeup?? You shouldn’t cover your freckles up, they’re cute as hell—
Patton: Oh! Ah well I guess my freckles just fade in winter? I’m not wearing makeup so-
Remus:…. I— see.
*later*
Remus: *beating the snow angrily with a shovel* GIVE HIM HIS FRECKLES BACK YOU BITCH-
#I just find intruality so cute omg#Remus would be such a protective boyfriend fr#thomas sanders#sanders sides#incorrect sanders sides#patton sanders#remus sanders#ts patton#ts remus#intruality#ts intruality#platonic or romantic#cw swearing
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random (old) sanders sides things bc i do still love them
#sanders sides#virgil sanders#roman sanders#logan sanders#patton sanders#remus sanders#prinxiety#analogical#me doing art#remus is a very protective sibling#change my mind#he's like 'you're a fucking bitch but i'm allowed to call you that'#the upper ones aren't that good#but in my defense#they're a few months old by now#also#patton's just chilling with a cookie#i respect him for that#in case anyon'e reading this#i am still/again open for art requests#just tell me what you wanna see#i also will do some sanders side pride stuff no matter if requested or not#just wait a few days
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Patton makes bracelets
Headcannon Patton makes all of the sides friendship bracelets they have a colour representing each of them and look like an 8 year old made them BUT he makes sure to hand-give them out to everyone with like the biggest smile :3
Logan and Virgil would seem unimpressed but wear it religiously, every day, no matter what. Roman would wear it every day but lose it after about 2 weeks. Janus would say "thank you SO much, I'm so impressed by the fine craftsmanship, I can tell you spent SO long on it" and wear it around is ankle every day. Patton never finds out he still wears it all the time. Remus eats it the second Patton turns around.
#patton is the sweetest little fluff ball#protect this man at all costs#sanders sides#thomas sanders#patton sanders#logan sanders#roman sanders#virgil sanders#janus sanders#remus sanders
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high as fuck outside in the snow explaining how patton and janus are narrative foils
#the type of shit my friends have to deal with#my interpretation kind of always was that patton existed to make sure c!thomas treated others fairly#while janus exists to make sure c!thomas treats himself fairly#patton considers janus evil and janus considers patton naive#patton was born from responsibility and janus was born from necessity#patton protects c!thomas' integrity and janus protects c!thomas himself#the episode name couldn't have been clearer. selfishness vs. selflessness#janus vs patton#self-preservation vs. morality#sanders sides#patton sanders#janus sanders#moceit#<- in a way
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Let me know if you guys wanna read the whole ass essay I wrote about c!Thomas being afraid of Patton /hj
#sanders sides#patton sanders#virgil sanders#thomas sanders#c!thomas#virgil has protective big brother vibes#platonic thomxiety#platonic thomxiety is my everything#I desperately need them to be brothers#like obv they aren’t brothers#but yknow…….. they should be#plus they’re both Patton’s sons so yeah#and yes I did actually write an essay#I’m obsessed with this series
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Because Nico Has A Crush On Thomas, Does This Mean He Also Has A Crush On The Sides As Well? Or Is It Completely Different Since They're Only Aspects Of Thomas' Personality And Also Have Their Own?
Nico: Anyway, yeah. I… I do have feelings for the sides. Most of them anyway. They’re just factors of Thomas’ personality personified, so it’s all still him.
Nico: But for some reason…
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Lime lime lime I’m obsessed with so many of your stories. But also what is everyone’s approximate ages in tktsaaiw ? I’m so thinking about it
i don't have specific set ages from them, but i've personally been envisioning them as in their twenties, and not all that far apart from each other. i do know that patton's the oldest (group dad), roman is the youngest, and logan has been in space the longest.
#logan and patton both prioritize doing what they can to protect roman (youngest and newest to their situation)#but really they all try to look after each other#inb4 i make an au where ampen virgil gets taken hostage by a gaggle of teenagers#tktsaaiw teoba au <- noise i make after i stub my toe real hard#im just making keysmashes at this point#asks#tktsaaiw#anonymous#if you have age theories and propositions of your own that's also fine#my policy is if i dont mention it directly in story you can believe whatever you'd like#whatever sparks joy even#that's why there's 30 different designs for the alien cast :)#queue
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Violets & Shy Gladioli
I was going to write this a long while ago, but I forgot. Whoops. So yeah, here's the nerdy!Roman & skater!Virgil oneshot thingy. It's more of a crackfic/drabble. Not something very serious but still fun to write!
EDIT: whoops, not a drabble. It got plot now. This turned into something else, my bad. Hurt/comfort alert. If y'all want a part two or something, just put in an ask.
{@goldnskyart hey, hey you. Yes, you. I did a thing. I hope you like the thing.}
Prompt: here (from @goldnskyart)
Pairings: romantic Prinxiety, platonic Dukeceit, Creativitwins
Trigger/Content Warning: borderline stalking? (kind of??), sexual commentary, very brief mention of vague past trauma, bullying, panic attack, slur (twice very briefly; censored at my own discretion), brief dissociation, murder threats (towards the bullies)
Description: Virgil is a skater at the local skatepark. He notices he has a lil nerd watching him.
Extra: Human AU, Highschool AU; set in goldnskyart's Skateboards & Jam AU; idk romance works, so it'll be kind of bad. I've never written a kiss scene before, so prepare for sappy cringe.
[Masterlist] | ao3 link
[Read under the cut]
Roman is so unbelievably gay, like holy sh*t. Holy sh*t. He is so helpless.
Why must boys be so attractive?
At least, that's the reason he settles on as he watches a specific boy from behind a tree. It's at the local skatepark, where all the shakers and troublemakers tend to hang out. There are benches and a small playground nearby. The whole place is surrounded by oak trees and flowers. It almost feels like you're in another world there, but the sound of cars from the nearby road kind of ruins that.
It's very beautiful, oh indeed it is, and Roman is certain that the boy on his mind just makes it even prettier. Cause this skater boy is very pretty, and funny and kind- and oh, does Roman have it bad.
So yeah, there he is, watching the boy of his dreams from behind a tree near the skatepark.
No, it's not stalking- okay, it's close, but he promises that's not what it is. He's just nervous, okay? He's even tried talking to him at school, but it always ends with unintentional bickering and insulting jabs at each other. He hates how his nerves mess with his ability to function around boys. That, and the gay panic every time he sees him.
Virgil Cleome, a perfect array of purple jackets and snide smirks.
A skilled skater, by highschool standards. A baseball hat put on backwards in a cool fashion, a purple-patched jacket always on his shoulders, the one person who can wear eyeshadow under his eyes and make Roman fluster just from that. His eyes- oh, his eyes- are a heterochromic beauty. One dark green, the other something close to hazel or purple. Roman doesn't know if you could have a purple iris, but Virgil's is damn well close enough.
God, when he concentrates on something? When he's focused? Yeah, Roman could just die at that cute face he makes. The classic tongue-slightly-stuck-out. He also does this thing where he scrunches his nose up. Like, when he doesn't like something or when he's confused in a mocking kind of way. It's just- ugh. How dare he be so f*cking attractive and funny. And have you heard his laugh? Roman heard it once in passing, and he couldn't function for almost five gay minutes because of it. Like, holy hell. Jesus.
Like I said, Roman is helpless.
He feels like Eliza when he's around Virgil, and he wants him to be his Alexander.
So yeah. He's got it bad. He is entirely hopeless.
And that's why he hides behind a tree, watching his seemingly unrequited love have fun at the skatepark.
It's not like he ever notices, right?
...right?
~~~
Virgil definitely notices every time he's being watched by the cute nerd, too shy to actually approach him.
The fact that it's Roman kind of confuses him, since almost all their interactions are borderline hostile on a good day. At least, that's how it feels. Perhaps it's a rivalry, of sorts. Just bickering, insults, and weird nicknames that could pass off as pet names if you were an innocent bystander. But they aren't pet names, okay? Of course they f*cking aren't. Why would they be?
So then, why does Roman watch him shyly from a tree? He just... stares. It's borderline creepy, but that's not the issue. The issue is the fact that Virgil doesn't mind it. That he might like being watched by Roman- not in that way, don't make it weird- and likes his attention on him.
Also, how can Roman ever be so... nervous? Is that the right word?
Normally, when in school, he's always this pompous princely nerd with confidence pouring out of him. He knows what he's talking about. He's not very studious, not exactly, but he knows practically everything about theatre and its history. He knows a lot about history in general. And he's pretty great at the Creative Writing class they're both in.
His glasses are pretty cute, too. His smart little face, the red streak in his hair. The faintest of freckles on his cheeks and nose. The small moles on his neck. He's just so adorable-
Ack. Just f*cking- ugh. Why must Roman be so adorable yet so frustrating all at once?
Virgil is too gay for this sh*t. F*ck this. F*cking hell. Just- okay. He needs to chill out.
Just focus on skating. Ignore the cute little prince who keeps watching you. Just- jesus. Yeah, cause that's f*cking easy.
Virgil tries, he really does, but his mind keeps drifting to red bowties and clever comebacks. His skating buddies already know about his crush- not a crush, he tells them, he just thinks he's neat- and are frankly very tired of the obvious pining.
Hey, it's not pining- okay. Just- ya know what? F*ck you. Shut up.
Roman f*cking Solana.
Jesus.
It doesn't help that one of his friends, a fellow skater, is Roman's twin brother. So, he already sees Roman enough at school, but he also sees him whenever he hangs out with Remus at their house. They don't stay at the house for long, usually, and just go to the skatepark and meet up with Janus.
Yeah, being friends with Remus is always a new adventure. That also means the ungodly amount of innuendos and teasing just gets worse. Of course it f*cking does, it's Remus. As soon as he first heard about Virgil liking Roman in any romantic capacity, he would not leave the poor spiderling alone. That is, unless it got too close to a boundary line. Remus may have poor impulse control, but he'd never cross a boundary with his friends or family. He's not a monster.
He's a self-proclaimed freak, but not a monster.
Which brings them all to right now, a teasing Remus at the ready as Virgil messes up the same trick for the fifth time in a row.
"Dude, what's with you lately? You usually don't mess up that badly," an unnamed skater comments as Virgil gives up and sits down at a nearby bench.
Virgil rolls his eyes at the unnamed skater. Not worth his time. It's not like they're a part of his inner circle, anyway.
"He can't help it, little Virgey's distracted," Remus teases, wiggling his eyebrow.
"Shut up, Remus," Virgil grumbles.
Remus snickers at him.
"Aww, but it's so fun f*cking with you."
Virgil rolls his eyes again, this time at Remus.
"Then again, I know who you'd really like to f*ck with. Well, more like who you'd like to f*ck."
Virgil chokes on air for a moment, his face now burning red. The unnamed skater turns bright pink in second-hand embarrassment and shuffles away, deciding now is a good time to go back to skating. Virgil glares at Remus in his own embarrassment as the green-coded dumbass cackles at him.
"Remus," he scorns, voice cracking at the implication.
"Listen, you're so easy. I just- ha! You're so red!"
Virgil hides his face in his hands, groaning loudly in annoyance.
Where is Janus when you need him? God, the one time he gets too sick to come and skate with us. God f*cking damnit. F*cking bastard.
Janus is usually the one who Remus would listen to. Those two had been through thick and thin, in a lot more ways than Virgil had been with them. There are just some things, some very bad things, that unite people together in such a close bond. Going through trauma together is... it's something they hope Virgil will never experience. It's something that brought those two so close together, but both of them still wish it hadn't happened. The world tends to be a truly cruel place to those who just want to be.
Anyway, after a while of Remus tormenting Virgil, they go back to skating. Remus tends to do more dangerous stunts as if they were at a beginner level. Virgil sticks with what he knows, what he can't mess up, being what his friends call 'stupidly safe' and 'boring'.
Virgil still thinks back to Roman, who is currently hiding behind his signature tree. What he'd never admit is how Roman's attention on him makes his heart beat out of his chest. How his voice makes his heart flutter like a bunch of dumb little moths. How he makes him laugh and let himself exist. How this damned nerd makes him... just smile. He doesn't just smile for anyone. The stupid f*cking cherry-red bowtie. The spotlights in his eyes.
He and Remus may be twins, but they don't exactly look like twins. And that makes it so much easier to feel so cheesy about him. He could never feel cheesy, in any romantic capacity, about Remus or Janus. They're more like family than anything. Oh, but Roman...
God. He wanted to be the Jack to Roman's Sally.
Like I said, he feels so f*cking cheesy about Roman.
After a while of f*cking with each other like they always do, Remus decides to abruptly leave. Virgil asks where the f*ck does he think he's running off to, only to get a one-word answer. That reasonably excuses him.
"Janny!" Remus shouted as he skated away on the sidewalk in the park, heading towards the neighborhood.
Virgil shakes his head fondly. Janus doesn't even need to text or call Remus for the octopus-loving weirdo to know he needs him. A friend instinct, Virgil supposes. Part of their uniquely close platonic bond. Some weird ass sh*t.
Not wanting to skate without one of his friends, cause that just feels weird, Virgil decides to retire early for the day. He goes back to the bench he sat on earlier, setting his board wheels-up by his feet. Finally resting there for a moment, sighing as his back relaxes. He glances over at where Roman probably still is, but-
But he's... not there?
Maybe he had to leave for some reason? Like, his mom called him or something. That happens. Right? Yeah. It's probably fine.
I wish he was still here, though.
Virgil stops himself before he can pout.
Stop, stop it. You're not even friends. This shouldn't f*cking bother you. He's fine.
Why does it bother him?
It just feels wrong. Odd. He's just normally still there, and...
And he's grown attached.
Ah, f*ck me.
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Roman is in theatre. He's almost always the star of the show, the central sun in a musical. When he's on stage, he truly becomes a prince. Whatever his role is, he is. It's a nice sight to see.
So yeah, he's in the Drama club, of course. What thespian wouldn't be? And they always meet on Tuesdays after school. So, as far as Virgil knows, Roman is still at school afterhours on Tuesdays. So is Remus, but that's only because their mom makes them walk home together.
Today is no different.
Virgil somehow managed to get an after school detention. He'd been too 'disruptive' during class (he was having a panic attack, how the f*ck-), and now has to stay in the library until all the clubs got out. Great. Just f*cking great. Another reason why he hates his dumb math teacher. Because of course, of course being emotionally distressed is less important than f*cking algebra.
Anyway.
So, there's very few people he knows who have after school activities. I mean, he's not the only one ever who gets detention, but apparently today is an exception because he's the only student there that isn't a library tech. He simply listens to music with his headphones on, doing homework so he doesn't have to deal with it later. He has one headphone out, but only so the librarians can't yell at him for it. They usually don't care, but detention students are some sort of disease or something because they eye him like a pack of f*cking vultures. To be fair, Virgil isn't ever really in there unless he has detention. And, you know, your classic stereotypes and narrow-minded assumptions you see from people who need a large heap of therapy. So yeah, not a great time.
Being watched by the librarians isn't helping Virgil focus, and he's two seconds from f*cking decking one of them. The library tech doesn't seem to care. They're just shelving books and minding their own damn business. Virgil likes the tech better.
Aside from the dumbass Karen librarians, there's some sort of commotion coming from the hallway. It could be the theatre kids; the library is close by the Theater. It's all shouty and sh*t, loud and all that. The future scholars in dramatics, otherwise known as actors, tend to always be loud and mildly disruptive. It's not anything new.
Virgil tries to scribble the last of a science formula down, wanting nothing more than the school day to be over. It's not over until he gets to leave. And he can't f*cking leave yet. Stupid b*tch of a teacher. Just- ugh. Math sucks.
Virgil startles when he hears something that sounds like a slap. He sharply turns his head to the doors, which are left open until the clubs are over.
What the f*ck.
He knows his school has bullies. In fact, he's had his fair share of dunderheads picking on him for sh*t he can't control. But most of the students are gone, and only ones who aren't are the theatre or art club kids. And the art room is all the way at the other end of the school. So, the only kids who'd be here... would be the theatre kids... but he's never known any of them to- well, he's seen more gay-ass motherf*ckers in there than he can count, and they sure as hell aren't ones to be assholes unless someone actually deserves it. Or to be funny, in a sassy and dramatic way. Which is the reason why Virgil doesn't mind them. They don't really bother anyone.
Another suspiciously violent sound and a cry of pain, and Virgil flinches. He stops his work. He can't focus with all that noise, and the fact that someone could be getting hurt right now.
"Stop being so dramatic. God, you'd think he'd learn by now?" one voice complains.
"I know, right? He's so annoying! You wouldn't be in this situation if you kept your mouth shut," a second one adds.
A poorly-concealed whimper.
"Okay, that's it. We're being nice, you know we are. But I am two seconds from making your day a whole lot worse," a third one threatens.
Virgil feels stuck in his seat. God, he wants to get up and march over there, and just- what poor kid are they tormenting? It sounds like there's three of them- bullies always travel in groups- and their victim sounds so hurt.
He hears frantic mumbling, and he wishes he isn't so anxious because he'd like to help now, thank you. The worrying thing is he recognizes the first voice. It's familiar, but also not, and that's not a good sign. It's familiar in a bad way, in a 'oh god please not be them' kind of way.
"You were just saying how we shouldn't do what exactly? Hmm? Aww, why so quiet now?" the second one continues.
"I think he's scared, Jackson," says the third one.
"Oh Kayla, I think so, too."
The second one, Jackson, snickers at whoever the victim is. More mumbling. Something happens, and the first one seems to speak again, but it's muffled. The third one, Kayla, laughs at whatever the victim's reaction is.
Jesus, what's f*cking wrong with them? I need to get up and get someone. What do I do, what do I do? I don't know what to do.
Virgil still feels frozen to his seat. He hates how he doesn't know. How he can't f*cking move. Why must his own anxiety paralyze him like this? He's not even the one getting bullied. It just reminds him... of someone. It's getting kinda triggering at this point, even though he can't pinpoint who it reminds him of. He just feels so f*cking stuck.
Someone shushes Jackson and Kayla. Probably the first voice, who's probably the leader of their cruel trio.
"Hush now, stop being a baby. You asked for this when you got in my way, you stupid attention wh*re," the first one lows their voices in such a cold, cynical way.
Virgil loses it when he hears that.
Omg, omg, omg. What the f*ck. They called them a f*cking slur.
He feels so mortified for whoever their victim is.
Okay, that's it. F*ck this, f*ck my stupid anxiety. That's not okay. Those f*cking b*tches.
Virgil blindly bolts to his feet, leaving his headphones and everything behind on the table. He ignores the librarians' steely eyes and quiet shouts for him to sit down. He runs out the f*cking library, nothing but pure adrenaline fueling him. It's all of a blur of him running over there, but luckily- or unluckily, cause how are no adults handling this- the commotion isn't that far. In fact, it's near the Theater. In the hallway in-between that separates it from the library. Where anyone could see.
Out in the open and no one's helping, dear f*cking god.
And Virgil isn't exactly quiet as he runs over. So, the bullies hear the footsteps rapidly approaching them. One of them mutters something like hey, maybe we should not get our asses caught, and what sounds like three pairs of footsteps scatter around. When Virgil gets there, all he sees is a heap of white and red crouched on the ground. They look shaky and small, so damn small, and their bowtie looks a little f*cked up.
Wait, bowtie? Red bowtie. Wait- omg. Oh sh*t.
That's Princey, the cute little nerd, looking small and terrified on the hallway floor. His glasses are the only thing that don't look damaged. His clothes look scuffed up. Tears are pouring down his face, from eyes that look too dazed. A hand mark on his cheek-
Those little assholes. I'm going to f*cking kill them. I'm going to sink Remus on them, and he's going to kill them. I-
Wait... if Roman is here, then...
Where is Remus?
Virgil shoves his thoughts away as he carefully approaches the poor little thing, crouching down to his eye level. He looks distant, almost like he's somewhere else. Maybe he is. Maybe he's mentally somewhere away from all that just happened. Somewhere that feels safer.
When Virgil puts a soft touch to Roman's shoulder, however, he flinches hard. He startles, turning sharply to face Virgil. His eyes are now very aware of where he is, frantic and panicked.
Oh, Princey...
Virgil takes his hand away, going slowly so Roman can see his movements. The poor nerd is panting like a cornered animal. Scared, he looks so scared.
"Hey, it's okay. You're safe now, Princey. It's just me, Virgil. You know me, yeah?"
He keeps his voice low and soft, easing just a little bit of the panic out of the poor thing's eyes.
That's better.
He still looks a little scared, though. It takes him a moment, but then recognition lights up in his eyes. He whimpers.
"Oh sweetheart, it's okay. I'm right here. You're safe now."
Virgil carefully cups the nerd's non-hurt cheek, thumbing away unnoticed tears. Princey flinches as soon as he feels touch- it's less, but still- but calms down as he realizes it's just Virgil.
Virgil would never hurt him. Virgil is safe. Virgil is good.
They may tease each other, but it's never to go as far as intentionally hurting someone.
Roman remains tense, but slowly melts as Virgil moves his other hand to card through his hair. He lets out an undignified whine, leaning into the touch.
"There, I've got you."
Roman leans against Virgil, resting his unhurt half on his shoulder. His face squished against him, letting himself relax a little more. Virgil moves his hand from his face, wrapping his arm around the poor prince. He holds him now, keeping close and cuddled in his lap. Roman's head falls until it rests against Virgil's chest. He can hear his heart beating. It sounds a lot calmer than his own. A hand still cared through his hair.
"You need to breathe, sweetheart. C'mon, breathe with me, okay?"
Roman slightly nods. He listens to Virgil's heart, trying to match his breathing to it. His lungs stutter a few times, but the constant stream of comfort and reassurance helps. After a while of finally breathing, he just collapses into a limp lump of exhaustion into Virgil's arms. He doesn't tremble or shake anymore- hardly at all- and instead focuses on the feel of warmth that his rival-friend-person gives. He doesn't know how to categorize them quite yet, but it seems pretty friendly right now.
Which makes him wonder why they aren't usually friendly like this. Maybe Virgil's just being kind. Maybe it's pity. At this moment though, he doesn't find the energy to care. He basks in the safe, safe, safe person holding him.
"There you go. Good job, sweetheart. You're okay. I've got you, I promise."
They just breathe together for a moment. Just co-exist and the world feels frozen, halted. Like nothing could get them, no harm could come their way, no evil could touch them. Roman's eyes droop, very much ready to fall asleep like this. He's all relaxed and calm now. He's okay. He's safe in Virgil's arms. His glasses screw up a bit as he somehow melts further into the purple-themed skater. He hears a soft chuckle from somewhere.
"You relaxed, Princey? All nice and cozy?"
"Mhm."
"Good, that's good. As long as you feel safe, sweetheart."
Had Roman been more awake than he is, he would've blushed at the pet name. But he isn't, so it flies completely over his head. He feels warm and floaty, and just all light. He likes this feeling. He doesn't want it to go away. Secure in safe arms. Safe, safe, safe.
A text beeps off somewhere. Roman idly wonders if his phone. He gets answered, unfortunately, as he feels Virgil move slightly against him. Probably pulling something out of his pocket. By the sound of it, it's his phone. Another text beeps. Sounds of typing. Virgil sighs, something like relief, and types more. Sends whatever he types to whoever texted him. Another text comes in. Virgil makes an idle hm noise. He puts his phone away.
He holds onto Roman tighter, a protective huff slips out. He pauses for a moment, glancing down at Princey.
"You comfortable like this, Princey? Not hurt anywhere, are you? Besides the, uh, the face."
Roman hums.
"Jus' the face," he provides.
The mark on his face still slightly burns, but it's manageable. Tolerable. Not hurt that much anymore.
"'Kay, good."
He readjusts to hold him tight again. Roman finally closes his eyes, nearly passing out from the sh*t that just happened. It doesn't process in his gay mind that he's practically sleeping against his crush. Yeah, a little too exhausted for the thought to even cross his mind.
"Hey, sweetheart. Remus is on his way, okay?"
"Mm, Re?"
"Yeah, Re. Your bro's on his way to help."
"'m fine, though."
"Princey."
"Mm, really. Safe now."
Virgil smiles at that, warmth spreading in his chest. And not from the fact that he has a body against him.
"Good that you're safe. But you went through something scary. We gotta talk about it."
Roman groans sleepily.
"If it makes you too uncomfortable, we won't. But we need to know who did the sh*t, so they can get their asses whooped."
Roman huffs out a laugh at the mention of 'asses whooped'. Not something he thought he'd hear from Virgil, but funny nonetheless.
"Little sleepy head."
"Not little."
"Could've fooled me, all sleepy and small like this. You're just a little puddle."
Roman makes a half-hearted noise of protest, but just drifts off after that. His breathing evens out, and now he's asleep. Virgil's heart melts because he feels safe enough to sleep in my arms, omg.
After a few minutes, he hears a worried shout.
"Roman? Roro?"
Ah yeah, that's Remus. Worried Brother™ mode is activated, isn't it?
"Ro? Vi, where are- oh. Okay, good. Right there. Okay."
Remus spots them on the ground as soon as he turns the corner. He barrels down the hallway to them, muttering about how they're right there, they've got each other, Virgil ain't gonna let anyone hurt him. He nearly crashes into them as he runs and dives to sit by Virgil and his sleeping brother.
"Whoa, hey. Hey, he's okay. I've got him. He's also asleep, so be careful, Rem."
The light chide dies on Virgil's tongue as Remus growls protectively at sight of his hurt twin. Virgil sighs, knowing Remus isn't going to listen to him while Roman is like this. He doesn't blame him. Roman comes first, always.
Remus catches the mark on Roman's face, and his growl intensifies. Virgil stopped carding a hand through the poor nerd's hair a little bit ago, instead just holding him like something precious. That being said, he sees the pure and horribly overwhelming worry in Remus' eyes. And decides to hand over the sleeping prince.
"Rem, here. He's okay now. He's safe and okay. Right here."
Remus takes his brother carefully. The sleepy Roman whines in protest as he feels Virgil let go of him. The emo skater makes a comforting noise and mutters about what he's doing so the other will be calm. Once fully in his arms, Remus hugs the life out of his brother and holds him in his lap. Roman lets out a pleased hum as he drifts back into a comfortable slumber. He nuzzles into his brother, clinging onto his shirt like a little kid. Remus rests his chin on top of his brother's head.
"...who the f*ck messed with him?"
Remus' glare is deadly and cold, but he doesn't look at Virgil. It's not directed towards him, anyway.
Yep, there's the Protective Twin™ mode.
"I don't know. He hasn't said anything yet, looked a little scared to."
Virgil's voice nearly matches Remus' in cold venom. It's low and cruel, and he's going to do horrible things to the people who did this.
Virgil glances at Remus as he kisses his brother's hair softly.
"I told him we need the name of those f*ckers. I technically didn't ask him, but he still seemed... he's just so tired, Rem."
Virgil's voice almost cracks with emotion near the end. Remus grunts in response. His grip on his brother doesn't waver, not even for a millisecond.
"I heard names of two outta three, though."
Remus sharply turns to him, demanding the names with nothing but a look.
"I- I heard it from the library. One of them is, uh, Jackson. The other one is Kayla, I think."
Remus' eyes wide slightly for a second at the mention of Kayla, and it doesn't take basic observation skills to realize that he may know her. Probably not for a good reason. Virgil doesn't ask.
"There were three?"
"I didn't catch the third's name."
"And where were you, then? How could you hear names but not stop this sh*t from happening?"
Remus' voice cracks mid-sentence. Tears prick at his eyes, and he glares at Virgil like it could be his fault. Maybe it is. Maybe if he wasn't a little coward, he could've stopped it. If only he didn't fail at such an important time.
"I- I was in detention, and- uh, and I heard noise and voices, but I froze and I couldn't move-"
Remus' face softens, regret flooding in as his friend stumbles over panicked words.
"Hey, hey. Sorry. I know you wouldn't hurt him."
Virgil simply nods curtly, easing himself out of his own panic.
"I found him, dazed and on the floor. Rem- Remus, he looked so terrified."
I should've got to him. Goddamit, why am I so f*cking stupid? Just- what the f*ck is wrong with me?
Remus bumps Virgil's shoulder lightly, bringing him out of his thoughts. His own tears threaten to spill. He simply sniffles and wills them away. At least, he holds those stupid tears in for as long as he can.
"...I'm gonna beat and kill their asses."
"I'll bring the bat."
The duo lightly chuckles at each other for a moment. They focus back on Roman, who looks so peaceful in his sleep. Peaceful and safe. It's almost surreal, in a way. He was just hurt by some dumbf*cks, and now he looks like nothing's wrong in the world. They almost don't want to wake him up.
He beats them to it though, groaning and slowly opening his eyes. He first notices purple patches across from him. Then the fact he's being hugged into the Aether, hugged by someone strong and... is that green on their weird vest thing? Wait, green...
He sees Remus' signature skull necklace, and everything catches up to him.
Remus is here. Re is here and I am safe. Safe. Virgil's here, too.
He feels soreness creeping in as he wakes up more.
Ugh... goddammit.
He groans in slight pain.
Wait f*ck- Virgil is here. Holy sh*t. Omg, omg-
And then a little bit of gay panic sets in.
Roman feels his face heat up slightly, and he hides it in Remus' chest. Remus, being the ever-loving twin that he is, just snorts at him once he notices him blushing. Virgil raises an eyebrow at him, but Remus just ignores it and snickers.
"Mm, f*ck you, Re," Roman mutters.
"Yeah, he's okay," Remus says.
"Pft- you good, Princey? What's got you hiding?"
Virgil's own tears are long forgotten as he watches Roman groan pathetically, oblivious to the fact he's a little flustered because of him.
"Seriously though, are you okay?" Virgil's voice softens again.
Roman peeks out from his hiding place, nodding.
"Hm. Then why don't we talk about it, if you're okay and all? We still have asses to maim."
The princely nerd huffs, sitting up in his brother's lap. He avoids their gazes as he speaks.
"'s nothing to worry about."
Remus gives him a the f*ck it isn't look.
"Nothing to- Roro, they left a mark on you. They hit you. That's something to worry about."
"Re-"
"He's right, Princey. They shouldn't be messing with you like. No one gets to f*ck with you like that."
A few seconds of tense silence.
"it's not like it's anything new..." he mumbles.
"Wait, what?"
"I'm killing them-"
Roman tugs on Remus as soon as he feels him try to get up, telling him to stay. Remus rolls his eyes affectionately, staying put and keeping a hold on his hurt brother.
"Fine. Later, then."
"Princey, I- what? Have they been hurting you for a while?"
"...I should be able to take it."
"Oh, no- no, sweetheart, that's not what I meant."
Roman blushes lightly at the pet name, but Virgil ignores it.
"Yeah."
"Oh, Princey..."
"Ro, why didn't ya just tell me? Or us? I could've used Ma's hunting knife on them! Perfect practice!"
"She would kill you if you took her knife, dumbass."
"Not if she knew it was to protect you."
Roman rolls his eyes. Virgil is about ready to steal their mom's knife himself because who the f*ck do they think they are?
Then, he remembers something he heard back when he was in the Library.
Wait, didn't they call him a- oh, oh sh*t. I'm gutting them, omg.
"Sweetheart, how long have they... called you things?"
Roman shrinks, knowing exactly what he's asking. He sheepishly shrugs. Remus makes a concerned, confused face.
"What are they calling you? Bro-bro?"
"...'s fine. It's not that bad."
"Not that- Roman," Virgil's voice bleeds with horror and worry.
Roman huffs stubbornly.
"Ro? What are they calling you?"
He stays quiet, still avoiding their gazes. He feels embarrassed about this entire situation. He should be able to handle it fine, shouldn't he? He's smart and charismatic. He's a prince, if theatre is anything to go by. Aren't princes supposed to be strong?
Isn't he supposed to be strong?
"Roman- Princey, can I tell him? If you won't, then can I?"
That nickname is sounding a little too endearing, and Roman is on the verge of giving in just from that. He meets Virgil's eyes, not expecting the utter weight of naked concern on his face. He bites his lip before nodding and hiding his face in Remus' chest again.
"They called him a slur."
Virgil feels ready to cry again as he speaks, and he's not even the one who got hurt.
"They did what?" anger bleeds through Remus' voice.
He holds Roman tighter, if that's even possible at this point. Roman whimpers as the smallest echo of the slur replays in his head.
"I'm killing them, I'm f*cking killing them. I'm burying them ten feet underground, and I'm killing them."
Roman grips Remus' vest as he tries to push the faint memory of the bullies did out of his mind.
"They don't have any f*cking right to-"
"Not new."
Remus stills. He almost pales as he processes his twin's words. Virgil, in fact, does go pale.
"Roro?"
"Oh, God-"
"Ro, bro-bro, they- they f*cking what?"
"I got a role they wanted. I always get a role they want. They don't like it when I get what they want. It's... 's fine. Nothin' new."
"Oh sweetheart, that's not fine. They- they shouldn't be calling you a slur over a cast role."
"Those b*tches-"
"I should be able to handle it. I'm- I'm supposed to be a prince, aren't I? Princes handle things on their own."
Princes are supposed to be strong, he thinks but doesn't say.
"That's... sweetheart, no. No, princes can ask for help if they need it."
"...but I'm supposed to be strong. Mom calls me her prince, and I want to be strong."
"Asking for help is strong, sweetheart. Strong is being scared and hurt, but surviving anyway."
"Ma calls you her prince because you are strong."
"She also calls you a gremlin Dorito because you have a weird obsession with demonic triangles."
"Cipher is f*cking funny-"
"He literally rips teeth from a deer, what the f*ck-"
Virgil spares a snort as the brothers briefly bicker.
"Not the point, Ro. She also calls me her duke because she said I was meant to be different from you. That you and I are both her precious royals."
Roman hums in response.
Virgil shuffles closer, sitting against Remus' arm. There's more silence. Remus is plotting death for those b*tches who hurt his brother. Virgil is probably doing the same, though he keeps glancing at Roman to make sure he's alright. Today was just total sh*t, huh?
"...they called me an attention wh*re."
Roman's voice cracks as he whispers, curling up in Remus' arms and wanting nothing more than today to have never happened. Remus growls protectively, resting his chin on Roman's head again. Virgil takes one of the nerd's hands, squeezing it softly. He squeezes back.
"Logan's dad knows the principle," Virgil says, rubbing circles on the nerd's knuckles. "Patton told me. We could f*cking get them."
Remus nods sharply as Roman seems to drift off somewhere.
They three stay there, in the empty hallway, as clubs end and other students decide to avoid the murderous looks on Remus' and Virgil's faces.
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It's not even two days later when Jackson, Kayla, and Jackass Number 3 get expelled from school.
Not only does Logan's dad know the principle, but he also seems to be old friends to the district's Superintendent as well. Apparently, his dad knows some friends in high places. Good thing Virgil is intent on remaining on Logan's good side.
Roman and Virgil walk to school together, mainly because Janus is feeling better and Remus wanted to go f*ck some fences up with him. Plus, Roman's mom is even more insistent on him having a walking buddy now that she knows he'd been bullied. As overprotective as she can be, his mom cares a whole lot more about her sons than anything else.
She sneaked a wink at Roman when Virgil came over to walk with him, since his brother couldn't take him anyways. Remus must've tattled on his gay ass because now his mom kept giving this look whenever Virgil visited.
So yes, now he walks with his crush to school. As Remus is being a little criminal and doing God knows what, Roman is fighting a gay panic. Virgil's hand has brushed his twice already, and he thinks he might die if it happens again.
He drifts off into thought for a moment, wondering about a couple of days ago.
"Hey, Virgil?" his voice stays surprisingly steady as his heart thrums in his chest.
"Yeah, Princey?" Virgil glances over at him, and oh god, gay panic, now's not the time.
"Uh, when you... I mean, back when you found me in that hallway and helped me out, uh- well..."
Virgil's gaze softens. He offers a hand, and Roman takes it hesitantly. He squeezes lightly, causing the nerd exhale his nervousness.
"Um, when that happened, you kept calling me 'sweetheart'," Roman couldn't stop the smile on his face. "What was that about?"
His chest burst into butterflies as they both stop walking, and Virgil gives a fond smirk. He avoids Roman's gaze now, a light blush on his face.
"I- uh, sh*t. F*ck, sh*t," he mutters.
Roman waits, though his eager heart beats loudly against his chest.
"I, um... I care about you. You're important to me."
Hi, yes, hello. Uh, Roman's not here right now. He's currently bursting into a million fireworks.
"You- uh, what way do you mean?" Roman can feel how red his face is.
This is when Virgil looks at him, anxious and biting his lip. Flustered, he's flustered the skater boy. His face is red too, though debatably not as red as the nerd. No, Roman's face almost matches his bowtie.
Virgil takes Roman's other hand, shaking slightly from nerves. He stops biting his lip. He risks a brief glance at Roman's lips, and- omg. Omg, I'm going to die.
Both of their faces are burning bright red.
"You... want me to be your sweetheart?" Roman is breathless, and honestly a little overwhelmed by the fact his crush stared at his lips, oh Jesus f*cking Christ.
"Yeah, if you'd have me..." Virgil is just as breathless as they glance into each other's eyes, baring their souls and hearts to one another.
"I'd, uh- yeah, I'd like that."
Virgil moves one of his hands to hold the back of Roman's neck, and Roman's now-free hand rests on Virgil's shoulder. They both glance at each other's lips, hearts pounding and butterflies swarming their insides.
"Can I kiss you, sweetheart?" Virgil looks at him gay in the eyes, and Roman nearly melts.
"Yes," is all the nerd can muster.
They lean in awkwardly, considering they're inexperienced highschoolers, brushing their lips together. They each pull back from some initial shock, slowly leaning back as they gain what little confidence they have. They quickly peck each other, nerves turning into bursts of explosive colour and excitement in their guts. Roman looks at Virgil, his heart fluttering as he recovers from that. Virgil smiles fondly at him. His sweetheart- omg, he's his sweetheart now- smiling back. They're both in a daze. Faces bright pink, heads feeling light like clouds, and hands stay surprisingly steady as they gaze at each other.
It takes them a few moments before they realize that they're going to be late for school.
"Oh sh*t- uh, school's about to start," Virgil cusses as he takes his hand from the back of Roman's neck and looks at the time on his phone.
"Uh, yep. Yep, we should probably go an'- and stuff," his nerd awkwardly stumbles over his words, moving his hand off of Virgil's shoulder.
Virgil pockets his phone as they continue walking to school, picking up the pace a little. They still hold hands as they go. Gay panic roaring in their minds, a swirling mix of emotions leftover from kissing and confessing.
They don't part until needing to go down separate hallways for class.
#oatmeal ink pens#Ro's mom definitely makes the >:3 face whenever Virgil visits now#romantic prinxiety#prinxiety#sanders sides#thomas sanders#virgil sanders#roman sanders#pls read the warnings#pls#remus sanders#background dukeceit#platonic dukeceit#remus and janus are besties#this wasn't supposed to be this long WHOOPS#creativitwins#platonic creavtivitwins#protective remus#i've rewritten this like 5 times already#this is so bad actually#the ending is rushed#sorry goldnskyart#it's not the best#idk what i was doing (lmao)#Logan is mentioned but not featured#uh and Patton is also mentioned#THIS IS SO GAY - OMG#they kiss#they're both so awkward and sappy - this is so cringe omggg
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A structural note about the Begotten!AU fic is keeping things limited omniscient to the perspectives of the Espinozas. So the POVs overhang Roman, Remus, Carrie, and Vic's shoulders. (I call it tank controls.)
Glimpses at Janus, Virgil, Logan, and Patton's interiorities are what they willingly furnish and accidentally let slip. Which is real fun, given most of these guys are closed books about a lot of stuff...
Janus's Hunger is Secrets. Queen of "Cards to the Snitties Chest".
Virgil has a shitton of baggage.
Logan is just too focused on his studies/work to be 100% emotionally available...
... except for Patton, but, he's like a damn 10 year old.
Not an ordinary and sometimes unnerving 10 year old, but still a 10 year old. Only real thing obfuscating that inner world to others is his simpler vocab, as far as anyone around him knows. :,D
(I'm not gonna spoil what Pat's deal is.)
#sanders sides#roman sanders#remus sanders#janus sanders#virgil sanders#logan sanders#patton sanders#(but yeah p much all the protags and deuteragonists are on 'pat must be protected' duty)#(anyways - over here incessantly looping a mash-up of 'lone digger' + 'pepper steak')#(oh geez... just realized jan would adore sites like ashl*y mad*son... not gonna get into why... iykyk)#(all the blackmail material... aLL of it and it looks like it was a thing when fic's set - 2008)#(think it's funny - an original story of mine's MC is also 'cards to chest' getting the guy to open up is A Challenge)
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I've just thought long and hard about this in the shower so I have more thoughts
I think Virgil would be WAY scarier than he is in canon season 1 if he was a season 2 villain, his voice is almost always doubled (what's it called, Tempest Tongue or smth), he has his spider eyes and legs on full display. I imagine his two moods would be at either 0 or 100. He's either standing completely silent in the dark corner (he can canonically control shadows so I think he'd do that alot in this) staring at you with vacant eyes (I imagine his way of dealing with Remus' and Orange's chaos was to just dissociate from it) or he's screaming
Or in other words his two moods are "I need to kill everyone in this room right now" and "I need to kill myself right fucking now"
In a kind of sad way I don't think his character development would go far past the way he acts in the very first few episodes he's in in the show. Happy purple Virgil basically wouldn't exist
Also yes when I was writing that point I was imagining Accepting Deceit being both funny as fuck and depressing. The situations Thomas gets himself into when he can't lie would be so goofy. Janus is also Thomas's self preservation (iirc I haven't watched the episodes in a little while lol) so that would also go to pot which would be the nail in the coffin for the main 3 of ok we have to get the snake back
I think Virgil's introduction episode would begin with Thomas having the worst panic attack of his life. Virgil's need to help and protect him battles with his absolute burning hatred of the core 4 (especially Janus)
I saw a few posts floating around about an AU where Janus is introduced first instead of Virgil and is the one to get accepted first and tbh I absolutely love that idea and I may have to draw something for it
Janus gets to sing in the song Lies like he wishes he did in canon
He was the one who kept the other darks hidden and slowly let them out so it'd be interesting to see him trying to do that whilst being a recognised good guy, sure he has 6 arms but is 2 enough to hold each dark side at bay when he's not there?
If he ducks out there'd have to be a montage in the first part of Thomas going around and telling the truth about everything and it making his life start to crumble
Janus leaves the dark in the same way Virgil does after AA
Without him there the dark side is basically in anarchy
I imagine Orange to be Wrath/Rage/Anger/smth like that, so I imagine without Janus there he'd just be screaming and throwing stuff around nearly 24/7
Remus' is somehow even more unhinged
Being left alone to deal with those two maniacs (mentioned just above) leads to Virgil basically going insane and hating Janus even more than he does in canon because he used to be the one to calm down the other two (I imagine he and Virgil used to sip coffee together whilst watching Remus and Orange fight in the living room)
Even though Virgil is terrified of him, he forms a very shaky friendship with Remus and they bond over their what-ifs and pain over Janus
Janus is so focused on his friendships with the lights and Thomas that he lets his guard down for a moment and that leads to the dark sides to start rebelling (not sure which one would be revealed first, my gut says Virgil but maybe it'd be cool to leave him til later)
I'm super curious of what Virgil would be like as a villain introduced in season 2, how he would look, if he would still be called Anxiety or something else like Paranoia (which I think could be fitting if he was introduced later on like I said in the last point)
After Accepting Anxiety in canon Patton and Virgil formed a familial-like bond, in this AU Patton and Janus are more marriage-coded
Janus and Virgil's dynamic is a very obviously one-sided hatred. Virgil looks ready to jump at him and rip his head off whilst Janus looks at Virgil with pure grief and regret (because there's absolutely no way that Virgil will trust him ever again, at least in his eyes)
#I can imagine Virgil just being. like. SO SO MEAN#as a way to protect himself and Thomas (because in his paranoid twisted view that's the best way to keep Thomas out of danger)#he's Nicole co09 levels of mean#(and he secretly absolutely hates that about himself)#hes slightly nicer to patton but barely (pattons the one who split the light and dark apart so he cant help but still be bitter towards him#he clashes with logan alot because his paranoid thoughts are the opposite of rational#(logan is secretly very curious about him and wishes to help him calm down)#(because analogical 5ever)#(this au's version of logan and virgil's MNT debate would be SO different)#tw suicide#white lies au
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Roman: I'm immune to mean and hurtful words because Patton says nice things to me every day and his love protects me.
Remus: I'm immune to mean and hurtful words because Janus says mean things to me every day, so I'm prepared.
#sanders sides#ts sides#sasi#incorrect quotes#incorrect sanders sides#sanders sides incorrect quotes#roman sanders#ts roman#remus sanders#ts remus#patton mention#janus mention#platonic royality#platonic dukeceit
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overlooked scenes in sanders sides episodes that i really like pt. 1
roman knowing that the spiders in the curtains are fake but still being willing to protect patton from them 😭 their dynamic is so underrated
#roman sanders#patton sanders#tss#sasi#sanders sides#thomas sanders#thomas sanders sides#royality#tss royality
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im bored. who wants my ideas for sanders sides fusions?
logan and virgil: forethought. probably fuses whenever thomas needs a plan ASAP. hes the one who plans ahead, thinks up every possible scenario and then what to do. owns a terrifying amount of red string. i think he would also control toms reflexes. ranty and intense.
virgil and roman: hope/spite. they have two fused forms for different situations. hope is for when thomas is at his lowest and needs to get back up. very soothing, gruff but warm. spite is for when thomas has been knocked down and needs to get back up. full of fucking rage.
patton and janus: repression. fused when he was younger and not out yet, only fuses when its an emergency nowadays. he is a major part of keeping thomas safe. if there is something he cant safely express, its his job to hide it a way. hes cold but just warm enough to not be offputting. very mature and calm.
logan and remus: morbidity. strangely, only fuses in calm scenarios; when thomas is willing to explore his darker throughts. oddly cool in his fascination towards dark things, would probably disect himself if he could.
patton and virgil: guilt. fuses mostly late at night. cries a lot. can never do something even close to wrong without immediately trying to make up for it. cares deeply abt others, a mix of virgils fierce protectiveness and pattons lovey dovey nature.
virgil and janus: desperation. fuses in the worst case. utterly terrifying. can and will do anything to protect thomas from threats. has 0 sense of morals and will do things that arent forgiveable. feral and deeply aggressive at all times. his gloves are always bloodstained. janus and virgil cant look at themselves or each other after being him for a long time.
#analogical#prinxiety#moceit#intrulogical#moxiety#anxceit#sanders sides#tss#sasi#ts#virgil sanders#logan sanders#janus sanders#patton sanders#roman sanders#remus sanders#analoceits rambling
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This may feel a bit random. But I just want to say to everyone who struggles with hypersexuality, especially if its due to trauma. Its okay. You're okay. You're not dirty or disgusting or unlovable or broken or however you may feel when all is said and done. You were simply hurt and you continue to hurt. But that's understandable. Its not fair and its not fun. But its how youve coped with your past experiences no matter what they may be. And you can't be too hard on yourself when all your brain is trying to do is protect you, crossed wires and all. Be kind to yourself, please.
-Patton (he/she)
#actually did#traumagenic system#actually traumagenic#actually dissociative#actually plural#dissociative identity disorder#osddid#actuallyplural#anti endo#endos dni#pep talk#positivity
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An idea I’ve had while half awake
What if Janus is a werewolf. And gets caught by a witch/wizard/warlock. He’s chained up outside their house, and the chain has silver coating the outside, so if he ever tries to remove it it will burn him. The wizard is planning on getting a magically loyal pet. The safest way to do that is to spike Janus’s food with herbs that will over time build up and force him to obey the wizard.
Patton comes by the wizard’s house every day. He’s paying off a magical favor the wizard did in his town by working for the wizard. He cleans up, does the laundry, chops wood, etc. The wizard strictly warns Patton about Janus, saying how he’s wild and cannot control himself, especially in wolf form, and would tear Patton to pieces.
But Patton is a sucker for puppy eyes.
At first Janus is just hoping he’ll be able to convince Patton to let him go, but the wizard is smarter than that and never lets them be near each other while Janus is in human form. Maybe he’s also using magic to make Janus be almost always in wolf form, as dogs are easier to manipulate and gain control over.
Patton is gradually stopping by in between every chore he works on to give Janus a little petting and sneak him a snack. Over time, knowing Janus can hear him and understand him more than just a wolf, but not sure about the details of it, Patton begins staying longer periods on time in reach of the chain, even laying against Janus’s side, and he tells Janus everything.
There should be some big showdown where the wizard releases janus and tries to command him, or there’s a special full moon and he breaks free, or maybe the wizard does something mean to Patton and Janus gets furious and protective. Whichever way, Janus chooses Patton so strongly that it beats the magic. Their genuine bond grown up over time being far stronger than an artificial magical bond.
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The bruised ego and broken heart taking some time to cheer up after a hard day 🥹
(you cannot take my headcanon of literal cracks appearing on Patton’s skin after c!Thomas experiences heartbreak away from me)
#sanders sides#patton sanders#tss patton#roman sanders#tss roman#platonic royality#or romantic idc#they are precious#please protect them
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