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sidescraft · 4 years

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How is everyone doing? Mentally, Physically and Emotionally.

[Asking this question has opened a menu for each player. Perhaps you should open it from time to time.]

Thomas:

*Likely to answer questions truthfully.

*Has a crush and might tell you about him if you ask.

*Mentally stable. No traumatic experiences from this player.

*Emotionally stable. In love and not denying it.

*Full hearts

*Full hunger

*Nights until Phantoms: Three

Currently sleeping

Roman:

*Likely to answer questions truthfully.

*Will avoid talking about Remus.

*Mentally stable. Misses his brother and blames himself for his death.

(All asks that tell him Remus is alive will be intercepted by 𝕷̶̶͞𝖔̶̶̶̶̶̶̶̶͒̅͊̓̔ͦ͂𝖗̶̶̶̶̶̶̶̶̘̾ͬͭ̅͆ͩ𝖉̶̶̶̶̶̶̶̶̶̶̶̶̶̶̲̯̘̫̘̫͍͛̽̂̈͐̑𝕯̶̶̶̶̶̶̧̥̽͂ͅ𝖊̶̶̶̶̶̶̶̶̟̩̉̉̇̂ͤ𝖈̶̶̶̶̶̶̶̶̶̶̯̱ͧ̉̍̃̐ͥ̚𝖊̶̶̶̶̶̶̶̶̶̶̶̶̶̶̶̥̜͖̠͕͈̲̐͋͒̐ͬ̃͆𝖎̶̶̚𝖙̶̶̶͍̾𝕱̶̶̶̶̶̶̶̶̶̩̤̯̗̳̬́ͩ𝖆̶̶̶̶̶̶̶̖͂ͦ̑̒̆𝖓̶̶̶̶̶̶̶̶̶̦́͐̽ͨ͂͊́𝖌̶̶̶̶̶̶̶̶͊̎̿̉ͯͨ̇͏̶̶̶̶̶̶̶̺̻̟͇͇̖𝖎̶̶̶̶̶̶̶͇̑̃͊ͤͥ𝖗̶̶̶̶̶̾ͬ𝖑̶̶̶̶̶̶̆̇̄̌̕)

*Emotionally stable. In love but probably won't talk about it unless you bribe him.

*Full hearts

*Full hunger

*Nights until Phantoms: Two

Currently sleeping

Logan:

*Likely to answer questions truthfully.

*Not sure how he feels lately. (He's in love)

*Plans to go stargazing before going to bed.

*Mentally stable. He's got a telescope in his inventory and a notebook in his pack, ready to study.

*Emotionally stable. In love and denying it, but still emotionally stable.

*Full hearts

*Full hunger

*Nights until Phantoms: Two

Currently setting up his telescope

Patton:

*Likely to answer questions truthfully

*Happy to be in their new home

*Mentally stable. Happy to finally have his bees.

*Emotionally stable. In love and not denying it. Will talk about them.

*Full hearts

*Full hunger

*Nights until Phantoms: Three

Thomas, Roman, and Patton are no longer available for questions until they wake up in the morning.

Virgil:

*Just over 50% likely to answer truthfully

*Very worried about Remus and Dee (he's in love)

*Mentally stable. When upset he can get overly glitchy

*Emotionally stable. Anxiety can quickly tip this if you push too hard.

*Full hearts, with a lasting weakness effect caused by being an End creature that lives in the Nether. Upon return to the Overworld or the End, effect will disperse.

*Full hunger

*Nights until Phantoms: Two

Currently getting Dee to put Remus to bed.

Remus:

*Likely to answer questions truthfully.

*Misses his brother and will gladly accept any news you say about him.

*Mentally stable. Has some trauma from almost dying

*Mostly emotionally stable. Misses his brother terribly and will cry without being told he's alright every night

*Full hearts

*Full hunger

*Nights until Phantoms: Two

Currently in bed waiting for Dee to tuck him in.

Deceit's menu is corrupted.

Currently waiting for Virgil.

Remus will be awake for one more question before he falls asleep for the night. Virgil will follow soon after.

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living-on-the-virge · 4 years

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If you don't mind me asking, what is a system? Several people I fallow on here say that they are parts of various systems and I'm not sure I follow (if you don't mind me asking anyways) Also hi Vin!

god I'm bad at explaining but I'll try!! I think for most its a trauma thing? (specifically trauma in childhood??)

uh so like. DID and OSDD are probably good to research of you're curious-

basically the system is made up of the different alters (so the other people who formed)

god reading over this it sounds so jumbled I'm bad at explaining!! some of my fav YT channels for this though are DissociaDID and Team Pinata. they're... a lot better at explaining and educating, and I love their systems

#ask #localtransgrape

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sign-from-god-complex · 4 years

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9- What calms you down?

hmmm, either talking to one of my partners or listening to ASMR!! also watching YouTube. the best options for calming me down are usually distractions, haha.

#ask lo #ask games #localtransgrape

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strictly-kingly · 4 years

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I would like to be added to your tag list if you don't mind.

I would not mind at all

Tho thank you for the spam, i thoroughly appreciate the spam

#asks #localtransgrape answered

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romansleftshoulderpad · 4 years

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Straight for the Castle

Words: 2,950

Ship: Romantic Dukeceit

Warnings: Regicide mentioned more than once, dead parents, mentions of killing, it’s implied one of the sides is dead but if this thing gets a part two than I’m promising you he isn’t, sympathetic Deceit + Remus, blood mention, scars mention, Hell mention, the chorus is only used in halves the first two times because I have learned why I do not stray from my usual format for song fics

Tags: @fandermom @patchworkofstars @poisonedapples @hogwarts-my-love @opaque-puppet @omni-hamiltrash @darling-elm @jynxlovesluck @localtransgrape @no-one-remembers-achmed

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Sick of all these people talking, sick of all this noise

The war had been a brutal one. The royal family had been brutally attacked and beaten as soldiers from a rival burned down the city. Their armies fought back but no one could have prepared for this sudden of an invasion- especially not one this size. Not on Christmas day.

“Over here,” Virgil, the prince’s personal guard yelled as he helped the twin boys from their room. They were just two months shy of their fourteenth birthday. They were terrified. “I know a secret passageway,” Virgil said. “Be brave little princes for me, won’t you?”

Roman might’ve cried, though Remus can hardly remember anything but the flames throughout the city and the sudden screams from down the hall where he would later spot the king and queen laying side by side in a pool of the very blood that ran through him and his brother.

They snuck through a tunnel in the walls, breathing in the dank and musty air and choking on cobwebs. Virgil wore a scarf that covered his nose and mouth. He was immune to the choking and coughing that plagued both princes.

Remus doesn’t think about the tunnel. He doesn’t think about his parents or his little sister that was taken. He doesn’t wonder if she’s still alive. He doesn’t think about the smoke in the air or the blood and ash that covered the city streets as they escaped.

But he does remember Virgil yelling “RUN” and the two boys splitting up. He turned his head and saw soldiers grabbing Virgil. He struggled as they threw him into a prison cart. He saw Roman running into the burning city as he ran into the woods.

He saw Roman running into the city. He saw Roman running. He saw Roman.

After that night, Remus never saw his brother again.

Both princes kept running.

Remus doesn’t know what happened to Roman. Some days he wonders if knowing is worth being hurt all over again. Remus kept running. He kept running. He kept running.

Remus kept running.

Tired of all these cameras flashing, sick of being poised.

Remus lived in the woods for years. He kept living. He kept running. He never looked back over his shoulder ever again, for he knew that all that laid back there was blood, ash, and smoke.

He found himself far beyond the edge of the capital after five years. He was outside of the kingdom after ten. Then again after fifteen. The kingdom that had taken over just kept growing. The more Remus ran the more his past stalked him like a hunter.

Remus remembered the flames. He refused to be prey ever again.

Now my neck is open wide, begging for a fist around it

It was a year later when he met Ethan, a man shrouded in mystery who had been designated too hazardous and chancy to be part of any real civilization. When he found a feral man lost in the woods, he only had a few questions, none of which involved his past.

The two moved in together, in a small cabin Ethan had either built or stolen. His story changed every time.

But perhaps that’s what initially drew Remus to Ethan was that they were both outsiders. They had no family so they found a family in each other.

But what really convinced Remus to stick around was how Ethan was unhesitatingly down with regicide.

Already choking on my pride, so there’s no use crying about it

“Ethan,” Remus said, through a sip of coffee. His hands were shaking against the porcelain and he was afraid it might break. “There’s something I need to tell you. A-About my past. About why I’m here.”

“Remus, I thought we agreed that’s not necc-”

“No, I- I want to tell you. I need to tell you.” He put his cup down and met Ethan’s eyes. “Because I need you to help me get revenge.”

I’m heading straight for the castle

“Prince?” Ethan asked. “No, they- they killed the entire royal family.”

“Not me. Not Roman.”

“How did you-?” “I ran. I snuck out of the castle and I ran. For so long I ran un- until I met you.” Remus could feel his heart beating against his throat. “Because of you, I stopped having to run. And with you, I’ll never have to run ever again.”

“You’re asking quite a lot from me, Remus.”

“I know. And I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t think we had a fighting chance.”

Ethan took a deep breath. He slid out from his chair and kneeled on the floor in front of Remus. He looked up with a dastardly grin. “Anything for you, your royal highness.”

They’re gonna make me their queen

“Alright, if we’re going to do this, we need to make sure it can work.” He dumped a handful of maps and scrolls onto the table. “I know that castle like the back of my hand.”

“And?” Ethan asked.

“And I know the tunnels too.”

“Perfect.”

And there’s an old man sitting on the throne that’s saying that I probably shouldn’t be so mean.

“We leave at midnight. In a week’s time, we take back the throne.”

Oh, all of these minutes passing, sick of feeling used.

Ethan could still remember the day he got kicked out.

And the day he finally ran away.

If you wanna break these walls down, you’re gonna get bruised.

He hid the scars on his face. He hid his magic, vowing never to use it again. After how his powers- how he- had been exploited, how could he? His parents had disowned him for being too powerful. He ran away from the puppeteer for being too weak.

He wouldn’t be a puppet.

He wouldn’t be used for a show or for pulling rabbits out of a hat.

He swore off human contact. He found a dead man’s retirement home and he buried the body. He taught himself to fish and caught all his meals from that point on. Eventually, he’d also learn how to hunt deeper in the woods.

But then he met Remus. And his promise of spending forever alone seeped through his grip like grains of sand.

It wasn’t instantaneous, of course, Ethan had to know he was trustworthy. Remus was practically feral, one with nature in far too many ways. But he had spent his whole life running. That was something Ethan could respect. That was something Ethan could understand.

Now my neck is open wide, begging for a fist around it. Already choking on my pride, so there’s no use crying about it.

The two of them had found- well, stolen- a wagon from the nearby city. However, it had no horse to pull it, and a horse is a much harder thing to steal. Ethan took a deep breath as he broke one more vow, all in Remus’s name.

“Since you’ve told me something about your past, your highness, I think it’s only fair I do the same.”

“Ethan, you don’t have to-”

He pressed his hands against the wood. He concentrated, feeling the energy flow through his skin. He hadn’t used magic in so long the feeling was almost foreign. His skin was buzzing and tingling. The cart began to move forward and Ethan promptly fell back, his head hitting the seat.

“Ethan!” Remus yelled, reaching out for him.

Ethan weakly raised his hand, waving it dismissively. “I’ll be fine.” His eyes slipped closed. “I’m just... a little tired.” As he drifted off to sleep, the magic continued pushing them forward. Remus pulled Ethan close, letting the magician’s head fall on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around him like a blanket. He would stay awake, watchful and protecting, in case anyone tried to come in between them. He would protect Ethan with his life before taking the unlawful king’s.

I’m headed straight for the castle. They’ve got the kingdom locked up.

They found themselves taking shifts, one sleeping while the other watched for any potential threats. They had both said it was for protection but to say there was nothing more would be to go back on their new promise to be open with each other.

Remus was sound asleep, tucked under Ethan’s arm when they approached the edge of the kingdom. Ethan ran his fingers through Remus’s hair, shaking him lightly. “Look,” he whispered, “revenge is in your grasp, your highness.”

“Our grasp,” Remus corrected, slowly opening his eyes. “We’re in this together, remember?”

Ethan blushed and tried to keep a straight face. “Of course, your highness. Together.”

“You don’t have to call me ‘your highness’ you know. I haven’t been a prince in sixteen years.”

“On the contrary, your highness, I don’t think I can stop.”

Remus laughed and pressed a kiss to Ethan’s face, his lips brushing against the scar that connected the corner of his mouth to his cheekbone. “You old sap.”

Ethan’s blush grew and he turned to face Remus, his eyes wide with shock. Their noses brushed and he felt he might faint. His eyes fell towards Remus’s mouth and his heart trembled with fear and excitement. In a life of solitude and confinement, was this what it felt like to fall in love?

“We’re one step closer to victory.”

“One step closer to your reign.” Ethan swallowed his heart. “Your highness.”

And there’s an old man sitting on a throne that’s saying I should probably keep my pretty mouth shut

Flags hung in the city. Thousands of flags celebrating the king that had destroyed Remus’s life. Destroyed his family and burnt citizens into the soil that was merely swept off of the ground.

He kept his eyes on the prize.

Straight for the castle

He jumped off the wagon as Ethan withdrew his magic from it. “Hey,” Ethan whispered, touching his shoulder lightly. His touch was full of magic, it felt like static electricity against his skin. “Are you okay?”

There’s no use crying about it

“I’m fine,” Remus lied.

There’s no use crying about it

The screams and fire cackling echoed through his mind. The heat resurfaced to his face and the tears of fallen children threatened to fall from his eyes.

There’s no use crying about it

“Let’s go, Ethan.”

There’s no use crying about it

They marched onwards

I’m heading straight for the castle

It was surprisingly easy to get to the back of the castle’s property, just west of the gardens. Remus tried to remember, he shut his eyes tight and, for the first time in years, let himself think about his brother and his parents. He thought about Virgil and his little sister. He pressed his fingertips against the brick and tugged at one of them, opening a small hole in the wall.

“Come on,” he whispered.

“You’re crying.”

“We’re getting revenge.”

They trekked forward. Ethan quietly looped their fingertips, holding on tight to Remus’s hand. They stopped and he heard Remus take a sharp breath. It was so dark they could hardly see a thing. “It’s okay to be upset. I can’t pretend I know what it was like that night, but I can be here for you now. And- And if this is the last time we see each other again, I have to say I-”

“Don’t.”

Ethan blinked, taken aback. “What?”

“Don’t say it, don’t think it,” Remus said. “If I- If I think of you like that- Ethan, I can’t lose you.”

“You won’t. I promise you won’t.”

They wanna make me their queen

They snuck into the old princes’ bedroom through an entrance behind the kingdom’s flag. It had been only touched by time. Remus reached out for an old teddy bear that had been laying on the ground. His button eyes were nearly fallen off and his cardboard crown had been destroyed. “This was Roman’s,” he explained. “He could never fall asleep without him.”

“I’m sure you’re brother is still out there. Maybe once you reclaim the throne, he’ll come back.”

Remus looked up at him, his cheeks flush red with the ghosts of tears still staining his skin. He had been crying in the tunnel. “I hope he doesn’t, deep down. I hope he’s out there, not thinking about this horrible night. He saw much more of it than I did.”

“Let’s go make sure no one ever sees a night like that ever again.”

And there’s an old man sitting on the throne that’s saying that I probably shouldn’t be so mean. I’m heading straight for the castle.

Remus unsheathed his dagger and the two snuck out of the bedroom. They had made it maybe ten feet out before stumbling upon nearly thirty armed guards. “HALT!” they yelled charging towards them.

“Get behind me!” Ethan yelled, sending a powerful blast of magic in front of him. Every guard shot back, most of them injured and a few dead. Ethan stole their weapons and marched onwards.

“You didn’t tell me you could do that,” Remus said.

Ethan turned around, his eyes were glowing white and a new scar sat across the bridge of his nose. “There’s a lot of things I haven’t told you.”

“Can I tell you that I am very turned on right now?”

Ethan laughed and turned back to the mission. “Maybe later.”

They’ve got the kingdom locked up And there’s an old man sitting on the throne that’s saying I should probably keep my pretty mouth shut.

As they approached the throne room, Remus returned his dagger to its sheath, instructing Ethan to hide his weapons in whatever way he could. The guards inside pointed their spears and swords at them, but they didn’t seem to know about the dead guards only a few rooms away.

“We wish no harm,” Remus lied. “Only a council with His Majesty.”

The king looked upon them. His crown hid a balding head and his beard hid the wrinkled face of a murderer. Remus’s blood boiled, calming only when he felt Ethan’s hand on his back. He had to remember why they were here. He bowed. “Your Majesty, I am Prince Remus. You killed my entire family and half of our capital when you took this kingdom.”

Ethan set off another blast of magic to his sides, knocking out several guards but nowhere near enough. A scar went through his right eye. He handed a sword to Remus and they fought off the guards in a blur of metal and blood. Somehow (probably through Ethan’s magic) both of them were able to get through unscathed. Ethan sent one last bear of magic, just enough to hold the king down to his throne, and collapsed on the ground.

Remus walked up to the struggling king, slowly and deliberately. He took his dagger and held it to the light. “A beautiful thing, isn’t it? I got it from my father. You remember him, right? He was sitting on this very throne when you took the blood from his veins and the life from his eyes.” He leaned over the king, their faces merely inches apart as he whispered, “which is exactly what I’m going to do to you.”

“You’ll go to Hell for this!” The king yelled.

Remus drove his dagger through the king’s chest, stepping away from the blood to avoid staining his clothes. “Then I’ll see you there, where I shall destroy you again and again and again until you know even a smidgen of the agony I have been faced with for sixteen years.” He took the crown off of the king’s head as he let out his last breath. Placing the crown upon his head, Remus proclaimed, “Long live the king.”

Straight for the castle. They’re gonna make me their queen. And there’s an old man sitting on the throne that’s saying that I probably shouldn’t be so mean.

Remus took the throne with Ethan by his side. They had a wedding shortly thereafter which Remus had claimed was to officially split their power, but their affection behind closed doors said otherwise.

Ethan hadn’t used any powerful magic since they took the throne, as it had caused him to go blind in one eye and he feared losing anything else. But Remus would kiss his scars and tell him how much he adored his “brave little magician.”

It was the night after Ethan’s crowing when he pressed his head against Remus’s and smoothed out his husband’s coat. “Now will you kiss me properly?”

“As you wish, your highness.”

“You know, you really don’t need to call me that.”

Remus hummed and wrapped his arms around Ethan’s neck. “On the contrary, your highness, I don’t think I can stop.” He leaned in and pressed their lips together. He could feel Ethan’s heart racing against his own. It was so soft and simple and Remus smiled into it. He could show Ethan magic, those powerful sparks that brought them here now against his lips. He could show him over a decade fighting against the wilderness. He could break him apart.

But Remus stayed soft and gentle. He pressed his hand against Ethan’s heart time and time again. After all they had fought for, being gentle was what they needed. Together.

I'm headed straight for the castle They've got the kingdom locked up And there's an old man sitting on the throne that’s saying I should probably keep my pretty mouth shut

They say upon their thrones, equal in size and power, and interlocked their fingers as they watched the sunrise over the kingdom they would rebuild and restore.

Straight for the castle

#sanders sides #sanders sides fic #sympathetic deceit #ts deceit #sympathetic remus #ts remus #dukeceit #demus #receit

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duality-deactivated · 3 years

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Lol hi I used to be

-LocalAgenderGrape

-LocalTransGrape

-Duel-Sinners

-Dual-Sinners

And this is my new name! For my system name and the fact that most of the blog is ProShipping!

If you

-Are a Remrom Anti

-are a Elsanna Anti

-Judge people based on what they ship.

-Think fiction equals reality

-Or any other shit.

I ask you to GET OUT OR GET BLOCKED.

#duality does stuff #firsr post under a new name #remrom #elsanna

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incorrect-overwatch-quotations · 5 years

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Moira: Hey

Moira: Everyone’s bones are wet.

Doomfist: Why would you say that?

Moira: No one said hi back.

submitted by localtransgrape

#source: unknown #thanks for the submission!#overwatch #moira #moira o'deorain #doomfist #akande ogundimu #incorrect quotes #incorrect overwatch quotes

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ambersky0319 · 4 years

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You requested fluffy headcannons? I have come to deliver! Thomceit -Deceit owns a copy of Pokemon Rescue Team DX and has set himself as the main character (A Treecko, cause reptile) and Thomas as his partner (An Eevee, since to Deceit, Thomas is soft and needs protecting) -Thomas only notices this once he finds Dee laying on the couch, looking to find warmth. -Thomas finds it adorable and absolutely get shis boyfriend to teach him how to play. -They kiss afterwards (Obviously)

Okay I know next to nothing about Pokemon but I love this and this is just, , , , , so pure, , , , , , oh my stars 💜💜💜💜

#thomceit #thomceit headcanon #romantic thomceit #deceit sanders #thomas sanders #character thomas #character!thomas #ts deceit #ts sides #sanders sides #fluff #fluffy headcanons #ambersky ask #ask #localtransgrape #headcanons

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totallycorrectpmdquotes · 5 years

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Dusknoir: Hi

Dusknoir: Everyone’s bones are wet.

Grovyle: Why would you say that?!

Dusknoir: No one said hi back.

#PMD #Pokemon Mystery Dungeon #localtransgrape #Dusknoir #Grovyle #Explorers #Source: Tumblr #Submission

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sidescraft · 4 years

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Hey Remus! Roman's doing okay, I didn't know if De told you or not already. Question for the Neather Kingdom, how long did it take all of you to set everything up? I mean the castle could take a long time to build. Also, Virgil, are your block picking skills limited due to being part Enderman? Since normal ones can only pick up certain blocks?

(I know I said Remus is closed but this is simple)

Remus is now half asleep, ready for Deceit to tuck him in, but he mumbles a sleepy yes

Deceit shrugs in response to the Nether Kingdom question. "Lord Herobrine set up the fortress and the kingdom, I'm now the one running it. I don't know how long it took him to set it up." He sighs and turns around. "I should go tell Remus that I'm checking up on Roman soon."

Virgil looks at his hands. "No," he says. "Not really. I can hold more than I used to. I'm not limited in any way."

#Sidescraft #deceit sanders #virgil sanders #remus sanders #enderman virgil #Herobrine Deceit #creeper Remus #storyline #the Nether Kingdom #she speks #she speks originale #localtransgrape #she answers

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sleepless-in-starbucks · 4 years

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To add onto that, I uh.. I preempitively tagges you in some content I may or may not expand on in the future about it @localtransgrape Also, failure anxiety is kicking in I'm sorry for tagging you in so many things lately I just.. I really admire you and a couple of other big blogs and you're the only one I'm able to openly talk to. Just, love ya Lia. -Lurk Anon

hey, don’t worry about it! I don’t mind being tagged in stuff y’all think I’d like at all- and I’m happy that you consider me someone you can openly talk to

#you're gucci #and I'm off to read them now!#the cryptid speaks #lurk anon

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sign-from-god-complex · 4 years

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smitten

Summary: It had been a few months since Roman had fallen for Virgil. He’d come home to Patton that first day, waxing poetic, and come home much the same way every day since.

Pairing: Queerplatonic royality and romantic prinxiety!

A/N: I did create an entire AU around this with qpr sleepxiety and long-suffering-coworker-and-best-friend Logan Sanders but who knows if I’ll ever actually write anything else for it, hahah. Also this is a contribution to my aroace Patton agenda cause it’s a Good hc that we need more of, I think.

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"Oh, gosh, they were gorgeous again today, Pat!" Roman yelled upon flinging open the door to their apartment.

His qpp poked her head out of the kitchen, giving Roman a bright grin. They were donned in a bright blue apron, paw prints marked on the front with some fabric pens the two had bought a while back. "Oh?"

In an instant Roman was running up to her, pulling them into his arms and excitedly spinning her around the lounge to the sound of her giggles. Eventually, she was returned to solid ground, moving to pat down her apron with a sweet smile.

"What was it this time, then?" Patton asked, heading back into the kitchen with Roman trailing after them.

It had been a few months since Roman had fallen for Virgil, caught up in their snark and smirks and secret sweetness (and also a little bit in their iced-coffee-making skills). He'd come home that first day singing the praises of the cutest barista he'd ever seen and since then Roman had become a regular, always returning to their apartment after his classes with a lovesick smile and a pastry for Patton.

Roman sighed, the sound like the epitome of a daydream. "They had this lovely blouse on today, all black and sheer and delicate, like a spiderweb but infinitely more goth."

"More goth than a spiderweb, hmm?" Pat hummed, not really questioning Roman's words so much as prompting him to go on.

"Oh, and their eyes! How they lit up when their coworker made them laugh, I swear I have never beheld that level of beauty!" He paused for a moment, considering. "Except for you, of course, my dear."

In response, Patton just laughed, smacking Roman on the arm before turning back to the shopping list they'd been writing out.

"And the way they blush! Every time their cheeks darken I am overtaken."

Patton rolled her eyes fondly. "Overtaken, huh?"

Roman grinned at them, bright like jewels and other things nowhere near as precious. "Entirely, my love."

Things were quiet for a moment—but quiet in that way you can only be when you know each other so wholly and love each other just as much. Patton swung her way around the kitchen, pulling items from the cupboard as she checked what needed to be restocked while Roman watched with a look of utter adoration. Occasionally, Roman would grab their hand, pulling them into a spin before letting them carry on their way and each time Patton would laugh like it was the happiest day of their life.

Eventually, the list was completed and the two had wound down, taking up entwined positions on the couch. The TV was on in the background but neither were paying it much attention, focused instead on the way they fit together and the slow set of their breathing.

"Have you ever thought about asking them out?"

Roman spluttered for a moment, seemingly trying to come up with a reason for why he hadn't already that didn't simply boil down to "I'm excruciatingly afraid of rejection".

"You're not supposed to flirt with service workers while they're on the clock, Patton!" Roman declared loudly, "I wouldn't dream of putting them in the position of being unable to turn me down."

Patton rolled her eyes. "Love, that's a weak excuse and you know it. Logan has been trying to give you their number since the second you started going by the shop. Something about being sick of the pining, I think."

Roman mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like, "Oh, as if he can talk," but Pat decided to ignore it.

"I know you're worried about being turned down but you know you're not gonna be alone. I'm never gonna stop loving you. Not as long as there are stars in the sky, darling." Roman flushed at the words, ducking his head, and Patton grinned teasingly. "Every day the sun rises is another day I get a chance to love you with all that I am and I could never be more grateful for that."

Roman made a sort of high pitched squealing noise before ducking his head to hide in Patton's lap. "You're being mean."

Pat giggled. "Maybe I am but that doesn't mean I'm not also right."

Roman lifted his head, gazing up at his partner with a look that spoke of years of trust and emotional vulnerability—another gift Patton would spend the rest of her life cherishing.

"I know that I don't technically have anything to lose except access to some really good iced coffee but I just... I don't know. I keep thinking of all the ways it could go wrong."

Pat hummed, brushing a hand through Roman's hair. The action seemed to soften Roman, the corners of his lips quirking up into a soft smile.

"Okay, let's think about it this way. You like Virgil, yeah?"

Roman gave a decisive nod, his cheeks tinged a faint pink.

"So, you think they're a good person?"

He nodded again.

"Therefore, if they're a good person, they won't react negatively to you asking them out, even if they don't feel the same, right?"

There was another nod, this one marginally more hesitant than the last.

"And," Patton continued, "if they do react negatively, then they probably aren't actually a good person and their opinion doesn't matter anyway."

Roman screwed up his face a bit, seemingly thinking about that. Finally, he smiled—the expression more of a mask of confidence than a real expression of it.

"Ten out of ten logicing there. Logan would be proud."

Patton huffed a laugh. "Look, I'm not gonna pressure you but I think you should go for it. You deserve to be happy."

"I am happy," Roman protested instantly, "You make me-"

"I know, I know," they replied fondly. She cupped his face in her palm, smiling so sweet she could almost taste caramel in her mouth. "Even happier then—happier than any human being thought they could be. That's what you deserve."

"You too," Roman whispered back. His eyes had fallen shut with the sound and Patton's smile turned to an outright grin as their chest warmed.

"Oh, don't worry, honey. I'm already there."

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romansleftshoulderpad · 4 years

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Hanging Memories

Ship: Royalty; mentioned platonic LAMP

Words: 672

Warnings: None! Pure fluff!

Tags: @fandermom @patchworkofstars @poisonedapples @hogwarts-my-love @opaque-puppet @omni-hamiltrash @darling-elm @jynxlovesluck @localtransgrape @notveryglittery

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It had become something close to a tradition of theirs. They traveled often and collected little ornaments of each city, state, province, and etcetera. They had been together for 5 years and their Christmas tree was full of memories.

“Aww, Roman remember this one?” Patton asked, holding an ornament they had gotten in Venice.

“Yeah,” Roman mumbled, cringing in on himself. “We took a boat tour and I fell into the river. So fun.”

“Your hair got so puffy and cute when it dried,” Patton said with a laugh, curling his fingers around Roman’s bangs. “You shouldn’t straighten it so much. Embrace your curls.”

Roman rolled his eyes but melted into the touch. He pressed a kiss to Patton’s cheek. “Only for you, my love.”

Patton blushed and continued sorting through ornaments as Roman turned up the volume on his Christmas playlist. He laughed as he pulled out a small picture frame. The picture inside had been one of Logan, trying not to sneeze, with a butterfly sitting on his nose. “This was a great one,” Roman chuckled as he hung it up. “The day Logan couldn’t hide his pollen allergies anymore.”

“I still feel bad about that,” Patton mumbled. “It was a garden tour! He could have told us to carry medication for him.”

“He may be a genius, but he’s also a complete and utter idiot,” Roman said with a laugh. He busied himself with memories of Paris, Berlin, and more. He held a small castle up to the light. “Disneyland,” he said with a soft smile.

“Your most extravagant date yet,” Patton said we a smile. He pressed his lips softly between Roman’s as they held their castle between their hands. “You look so cute in Mickey Ears,” he mumbled against the other’s mouth.

“You look adorable no matter what,” Roman chuckled in response. They hung the castle to the right of front and center. Roman had plans for the star-studded spot. As a familiar tune began to play, he turned up the volume on his speaker and quickly pulled Patton away from the ornaments.

“Romaaan,” Patton laughed. “We need to work.”

“Work can wait,” Roman said, twirling his boyfriend around the living room. “For now, we dance.”

“You’re a massive dork,” Patton said, tucking his face into the crook of Roman’s neck and wrapping his arms around him. Roman held his hands behind Patton’s back and they began to sway to a soft rhythm.

“I don’t want a lot for Christmas,” Roman began to sing in time with the music. His voice was a comforting drone in Patton’s ear as they swayed along to the music. Patton didn’t think it was possible to fall anymore in love with Roman, but in moments like these, he felt like he could- like he was.

“All I want for Christmas is you,” Roman whispered, his lips brushing against Patton’s ear.

Patton giggled, burying his blushing face against Roman’s neck. “You’re the best Christmas gift I could ask for.”

“Perfect. Because I plan on sticking around.”

“For how long?”

“Until the end of time, mi amor.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Kitten.” He pressed a kiss to Patton’s forehead and pulled another box out from their collection of ornaments. The cardboard seemed brand new. “Remember this one?” he asked as he pulled out the glass snowflake coated in glitter. “It’s from the night we got engaged.”

“What are you talking about? We never got-” Patton gasped as Roman kneeled to the ground and pulled out a silver ring with sapphires lining the metal and a diamond in the middle.

“Patton Connor Hart, would you make me the luckiest man in the world and marry me?”

Patton dove to Roman, crashing against the carpet as the two of them got caught up in a tear-filled hug. Patton nodded over and over again, soaking Roman’s shirt with tears. Roman carefully slipped the ring into his finger and kissed his forehead. “Welcome to the first day of the rest of our lives.”

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