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EY ITS FINALS SEASON!

GOOD LUCK ON YOUR EXAMS!

GOOD LUCK ON YOUR ESSAYS!

GOOD LUCK ON YOUR PRESENTATIONS!

GOOD LUCK ON YOUR FINAL PROJECTS!

GOOD LUCK!!! YOU’VE MADE IT THIS FAR!!

and a gentle reminder to take breaks, and get a snack and some water. Don’t forget to take a moment to breathe.

and if you can, try to do something nice for yourself after its all over. No matter how it turns out, you struggled and you survived so you deserve something nice :)

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Oh my God, this is so cute

My piece for @tsshipmonth2020‘s Soulmate September, based on the day 15 prompt “It is impossible to lie to your soulmate”. My original intentions were to have it posted on day 15, but school caught up to me, and better late than never.

Main pairing is Prinxiety, background pairing is Logicality. Set in an urban fantasy au where fae exist, and Virgil is a changeling - one side effect of which is that he cannot lie to anyone.

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The Best Medicine

AO3 Link (kudos are greatly appreciated!)

A/N: FINALLY it’s done! My fluffy magnum opus! You want simps? Boy howdy, you’ve come to the right place!

HUGE thanks to @lovelivingmydreams for being my BETA again! Her help is always greatly appreciated! Check out her fics!

I hope you guys enjoy! ^.^

Words: 17,127

Rating: T

Genre: Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Pairings: Roman/Virgil (Prinxiety)

Warnings/Triggers: Minor injury and blood; Self-deprication/hatred; Swearing

Summary: Roman hears Virgil laugh exactly one (1) time, and decides that he will do literally anything to hear it again.

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Roman and Virgil do not get along.

Roman is Creativity, wonderous and striking and beautiful. He speaks as if barely resisting the temptation to burst into song, his voice boisterous and lyrical. He dresses like the prince he knows he is, purest white and passionate red accented by the noblest of gold. His very presence demands attention, confidence shining from him like rays of sunlight and charisma dripping from every word, sweet as honey. And of course, he deserves this attention. His ideas are unmatched, his execution flawless. When he requests attention, he receives it, because his existence brings a promise to dazzle and amaze.

Virgil, on the other hand…

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shoutout to flags that look like landscapes fr gotta be one of my favorite genders

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Oh I'm so glad! It sounds super cool!/gen

No rush at all!! AAAAA thank you! And, I'd love to talk to you about it!! My DMs are open if you wanna chat about it!

Could I be tagged when you post the siren AU pretty please? 👀 (If you haven't already)

Okay first it makes me SO HAPPY that you found my siren AU because I’ve been working on it for a REALLY LONG TIME and I LOVE IT

That said I actually wrote for it last in 2022 lol. But it has been in my head so much. I do little one shots in the universe sometimes but no one has ever really shown interest in it so I haven’t gone back and revisited the main plot in a little bit.

But if you’re interested in reading it that definitely gives me motivation to write for it…

I’ll tag you in any future one shots and the actual fic when that happens! In the meantime if you want more info or to chat about it or anything PLS let me know I will yap about this AU for DAYS!!

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You deserve to eat. You deserve to take up space. You deserve to exist.

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oh this hit me like a truck

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As with the horse poll, please regard these options as sliders. The extent to which each one deviates from 1/6th of the total will determine the amount that canine aspect deviates from the "average."

I will draw the dog we make. :)

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In response to the answer to the first question: Awesome! I love seeing how other authors plan stuff! (And glad to know I'm not the only one the characters fight tooth and nail for the plot XD)

Our processes are pretty similar actually! But if I have to do anything on paper I'll cry XD

In response to the answer to the second question: AAJAJDBSJXBSJSBSJ /pos THAT'S SO SWEET AND ACTUALLY HEARTBREAKING/POS

Here's a question for the Q&A! Or I guess two

The first one isn't really for any specific story, but what's your process when planning out your longer Sanders Sides fics?

The second is for Before I Go. If Janus and Remus were to ever get pets, what pets would they be? :)

Congrats on the milestone!! Love your stories!! <3

Asdfjksdk implying I have a process XD

No but actually it does tend to start with an idea or a concept, something I haven't seen that I want to, and then I just realize that the idea is too big for a one shot. Or some of them just end up bigger than I expected them to. Before I Go is actually a great example, I did not know what I was getting into lol

Once I realize it's going to be a longer one, I tend to plan by writing stuff down in a physical notebook. I don't know if that's just what I'm used to or if it's an actual brain thing, but I do my best brainstorming in notebooks, and my best writing on a computer (or phone if I'm without access or desperate). I actually have a lot of notes I can still show people if they ask, though I'm sure I'd have to hunt for them.

And then comes the inevitable point where the characters tell me the plot I've come up with is stupid and wrestle it away from me to do their own thing. This happens in almost every story I write. Characters have opinions, I don't know what to tell you.

As to your second question, they probably wouldn't get pets at any point during the actual storyline I've written just because they aren't going to be in a position where they're able to take care of it. If they were actually going to have a life together and they'd know it wouldn't look too suspicious, I can see this as being something they'd actually argue about. Remus would want a golden retriever, because they're the kind of friendly and loyal pet that reminds him of how Roman was before everything went wrong. And Janus would want something more low-maintenance, like a cat or a snake (low maintenance in that you don't have to walk or play with them as often, not that they don't need care). After Remus died, however, if Janus would get a pet, it would be a golden retriever, because now it'd just remind him of Remus, and he'd be looking for that.

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Thank You For The Music

Foreword: This is for the Sanders Sides Gift Exchange! Analogical Soulmate Au, as requested by @romantichopelessly! Happy holidays. And there’s also a playlist!  @sanderssidesgiftxchange! 

Ships: Logan x Virgil, (Background) Patton x Janus 

Word Count: 8374 

Warnings: SelectiveMute!Virgil, like one fight scene, Cursing, Logan’s ignoring feelings, it’s mainly the Logan and Virgil show… I don’t think there’s really anything! 

Summary: Logan’s been asked to assist a local student on campus. Having nothing else to do, he agrees: and so starts a connection that he would’ve never expected, and one that flowers more beautifully than he could ever imagine. (Soulmates can hear each other sing in their heads: Italics are either singing or sign language) 

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Somehow, Logan thought his fourth year in College would feel different. Like he’s gone on some sort of journey: like he’s learned in the education manner but also in the lifestyle sort of way. 

It doesn’t appear that way. It seems like Logan’s the same. 

No friends. 

No challenges. 

Nothing to be excited about whatsoever. He’s going to college for the degree at this point, and the title alone. It’s why when the professor for his Microbiology class asks him to stay after, it shocks him. Especially so close to the end of the semester. 

Is he not doing enough? A quick inventory of his mind ensures that he hasn’t forgotten anything. The professor must need something: she’s taken a shine to him anyway, it probably isn’t bad. Logan gathers his things and then places them carefully in their individual places in his bag: once everything is where it belongs, in pockets and folders and sections, Logan presents himself to the professor. She smiles at him over the top of her laptop, eyes sparkling with mirth before shutting the lid of the machine. 

“Thank you for seeing me, Logan,” she grins. 

“I’m going to be blunt here: why have you asked me to stay? I assume that there is nothing out of order.” 

“No, no… your grades are impeccable, participation is great, and you’ve been fantastic. It’s simply that you’re so outstanding that I want to ask a favor,” his professor asks shrewdly. Logan hums for a moment, debating, before wincing in pain and clutching his temple. 

“Logan! Are you alright, dear?” 

“Ah, yes. It’s merely my soulmate,” he says by way of explanation. The professor smiles broadly. 

“How fantastic! Anything good?”

Logan quickly takes stock of the song: his mystery mate sang Overkill yesterday during Office Hours, and Sally’s Song the day before that while he was at his college apartment. He only knew because a) these were repeating songs, and b) he’d looked them up right away. Listened to them after the music fades to hold them close. 

It’s funny that he never once thinks that the original is better in any sense than the sweet song of his soulmate. His (Logan’s assumed it’s a he, based on his own sexuality and interests) music is so sweet: his voice is lilting and beautiful and it makes Logan feel so guilty. So guilty, because he must be the most beautiful man in the world and Logan hasn’t given him anything. Logan does not… sing. 

And in a world where you hear your soulmate’s singing in your own head, it’s a betrayal. 

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“omg you’re so creative. how do you get your ideas” i hallucinate a single scene in the taco bell drive thru and then spend 13 months trying to write it

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Y'all are amazing. Reblog to hug the person you’re reblogging from.

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I keep forgetting being fat is considered "unattractive" cause I'm fat and I know I'm hot as hell, so by association people with my body type are also hot as hell. actually I'm right and fatphobes are wrong.

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roman has long hair and he lets virgil plait it when he needs to stim or is stressed 

that’s it. that’s the post.

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"Pull over," Virgil snapped his head to look at roman, before looking out at the rain. It had gotten dark and virgil had found the new rain nearly therapeutic. 

"What? Why" roman was already slowing down despite his obvious objection. " Vee its pouring" Virgil smiled wide at him, already unbuckling his seatbelt despite the car not being stopped yet. 

"I know!" When the car pulled to a stop, Virgil left out. They were alone on the road, they were alone for miles. They could see a town in the distance, lights casting a glow over the horizon. He threw his head back and let the rain pour on him, taking off his jacket and throwing it in the car. 

"Virgil what are you doing?" Roman seemed nearly giddy, shielding his hair with his flannel. 

"I've always wanted to do this! I've always wanted to just.. .stand out in the rain" he spun around a few times on the side of the road, hopping in puddles and letting the rain drench him. Roman reached into the car and turned on the radio, all the way up so they could still hear even with the doors closed. 

Roman grabbed his hands, dancing him around to the rhythm, long since trying to save his hair and makeup. Virgil's hair curled with the rain, his tank top soaked through. He had to be cold, but did it really matter? Not to him. Not now. Virgil Jumped and headbanged to the song, flicking his hair onto roman and combat boots scuffing on the asphalt.

The smell of rain engulfed them,filling their heads with summer memories. With a particularly loud thunder clap" Virgil threw back his head and shouted a loud "whoo" to the heavens. They were alone and happy and free and virgil just couldn't contain it anymore. 

In romans head all he could think of was the word "storm cloud." My little storm cloud. My perfect angel from who knows where to enrich his life and make every second flourish. 

Roman met eyes with virgil, a wild and free look shining back at him, replacing that scared and lonely boy he used to know. It was invigorating. 

Virgil leapt forward into romans arms, grabbing his face and kissing him like there's no tomorrow.

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Ruffled feathers

Chapter 3: Nails and claws

Ships planned: Prinxiety, Logicality, Dukeciet

Patton and Virgil are brothers in this one

Thanks @lovelivingmydreams for being my beta

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Emile hoped out of the van his hooves tapping against the gravel road.

He was glad to be back after his sudden vacation.

The halls were filled with a familiar smell of moss and metal with special addition of food aroma near the kitchen and fresh laundry near living quarters.

He missed it. It was his second home, sometimes it was more comfortable than his actual home.

Logan and Janus were about to leave for their undercover mission and they only got to exchange greetings. This ment the facility was left under careful supervision of the twins. The fawn felt a bunch of goosebumps at the thought of that.

He bet he had 3 hours until some kind of disaster. « Doctor! Nice seeing you!» greeted one of the aforementioned twins.

« Roman,» Emile smiled as the human came closer and took one of the boxes from his hands. « How have you been lately?»

« I'm quite fine. Thank you for asking,» came the answer. They kept up the small talk as they went toward the med area.

«How do our guests feeling?» the fawn wondered.

He didn't like the frown that crossed Roman's face, but he waited for the answer.

At their first meeting he thought the twins were pretty easy to read. He soon learned how many thoughts they had, so their emotions could be related to any of them, which made their reactions a tad different from their real opinions.

« They're fine, » Roman finally decided. « Moody is still living up to the nickname. Oh and Patton is finally talking with us! Did you know that he's actually the older one?!» he revealed with excitement.

« We haven't met yet,» the medic reminded him.

« Oh right, sorry,» the twin apologized as they set boxes on the table. Emile smiled at him,

« I was planning on doing it after setting up the med bay. You can help of course.»

And soon the boxes were unpacked. There was some fresh supplies, some medicine in neat antique bottles which the fawn had a special fondness for, and some equipment to replace a few broken ones he left there before going away.

Everything he might need to start his work.

Moody and Sweetie were now adapting to the facility and frequently left their enclosure. Although one of the brothers was gone more often than the other finding them both was a challenge.

Virgil with his loud purple and cyan feathers was surprisingly hard to spot among the trees.

« Oh my goodness! A nest!» Emile exclaimed as soon as he saw it.

« O my goodness! A new friend!» echoed a bird that popped out it of it.

The brown and blue feathered Avian quickly jumped out and bounced towards the new face.

« Hi. I'm Patton. Oh wow I’ve never seen anyone like you!»

« Pleasure to meet you, Patton. I'm doctor Emile. My species is called a Fawn,» greeted Doc and extended his hand for a handshake.

Patton looked at the hand confused. Emile quickly caught his mistake.

« Sorry, I've been working with humans for a long time. It's a human greeting called a handshake. You take it with your hand and slightly move it up and down a few times,» he explained.

The avian excitedly followed the instructions for a handshake. Fawn smiled, « I know avian's usually use their wings or ear feathers for a greeting, but I unfortunately have neither, and I'm not very good at chirping,» he apologized.

« Oh no worries. Handshake is actually quite nice! How do fawns usually greet each other?» wondered Pat, his wings spreading out from anticipation.

Emile was only pleased to show. He stepped with his hoof making a clank sound and bowed his head.

Patton instinctively bowed back and giggled, « I like this one too~»

« I don't usually greet anyone like that. I've grown up among humans mostly,» the fawn admitted shyly.

« That's a waste of a funny greeting right there,» pouted Pat.

Amiable chatter filled the room.

Patton was fine and dandy health wise.

His wings started to molt and some new shiny feathers already popped out.

Then Emile noticed the claws.

« Do you bite them off on purpose?» he wondered gently.

Patton looked down, oblivious at first, but the moment he understood the topic, he immediately paled.

« It's fine! I'm not worried about them,» he tried to reassure the doctor.

The way his wings folded spoke volumes.

They were pressed against his back so tightly it was painful, almost like a binding was back on them.

« It's not healthy Patton,» Doc slowly reached out, afraid to cause a negative reaction, and placed his hand on top of Patton's.

« I know it must have been hard for you two out there. Some habits are a pain to get rid of,» he stroked avians hands with his.

« But I need you to know that it's going to be ok. First step is always to figure out that you have a problem,» he reassured.

Patton relaxed a little still holding this wings behind his back, but not in a painful position like before.

« We're going to work together on it, ok? All you need to do is stop yourself from biting them. And it's fine if at first you can't help yourself, more important is the effort,» the fawn told him.

« Could you do that for me?»

Patton nodded with an apologetic smile.

He was going to try. He knew he would fail, but Emile didn't care, so why should he? He can keep trying.

It was extremely hard to control the urge to bite into his claws when his brother ran into the room at full speed, clearly being chased.

After him, almost missing the door because of a wild drift, came the twins.

« Get him!» yelled Roman.

« The Bastard stole our last spoon!» added Remus.

Here comes the disaster. And it hardly had been an hour.

The black avian swiftly passed his brother and the doctor, and with a powerful jump reached his safe zone in the line of trees.

The twin duo came to a stop, both understanding that they wouldn't be able to follow a bird in its natural habitat.

« Give back the spoon, you thief!» demanded one of them.

« You stole a whole drawer of cutlery already! Where do you even keep those things?» pleaded the other.

Patton lightly tapped the actor's shoulder.

« Can I?» he asked.

After the duo exchanged looks and gave him a nod he jumped and stood on their shoulders with his hand in a demanding gesture towards his brother.

« Virgil,» he said sternly, « The spoon.»

Virgil growled with the cutlery in question between his teeth.

« Now,» Patton insisted until his brother finally gave up and spit it out.

« The other ones too.” The younger avian huffed and disappeared into the little forest that was their enclosure. He returned with a dozen or more spoons. But before he can fully emerge the older brother added «Forks and knives too.»

So he went back to his secret stache and brought back the same amount of other cutlery. « Good,» Patton nodded and hopped back on the ground.

Twins looked at the cutlery bewildered. Some of it was bend as if Virgil had slept on them.

Avians loved shiny things.

With how many avians they hosted in this facility the rescue team knew that for sure.

Many of the avian tribes had a habit or hoarding shiny things they liked.

Patton and Virgil weren't an exception. Although both of them had a different approach on the topic.

The older brother was more careful with the shinies. He played with them where he found them and left them in their place.

The younger one on the other hand. He was a stealing menace.

Janus tried several times to locate his stache of stolen goodies, but all in vein.

Virgil knew how to hide.

After a few first forks went missing from Patton's nest he figured it wasn't the right place to store them in. And since then no one could locate anything.

If the thing went missing there was a fair chance that Moody had stolen it.

Roman already lost five of his rings. Only because he took them of for a couple of minutes.

Janus was missing his expensive makeup brush he forgot to put away. Remus once left his holographic top unattended.

Logan couldn't locate most of their stationery. And they've been gradually loosing cutlery.

The culprit? A kleptomaniac bird with trust issues.

Roman sighed.

Moody looked so hurt after parting ways with his collection.

He took a pocket mirror out of his jacket and handed it to the avian.

Virgil looked at him confused.

« A trade for the cutlery,» he explained.

« We can't have your collection dwindling after all~» he smiled and was delighted to see a soft pink blush spreading on the emo's face.

« Thanks,» Virgil whispered before disappearing in the trees again, likely to hide his new treasure.

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