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fake relationship but its a king and his concubine that was once an amazing soldier but he couldn’t go up the ranks for whatever reason so the king was like listen. hear me out. you can be my strategy dude. u just gotta be okay w walking around shirtless a lot. and soldier dude is like man that’s an UPSIDE and yknow they end up falling in love

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*Youngblood finding Roman hiding under a bush*

Youngblood: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!?!

Roman of Reston: *panic* umm..WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!?!?!

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*talking to Roman and Virgil

Roman of Reston: So yeah that how we met!

Youngblood: What about you folks?

—Virgil and Roman remembering—

*Virgil sitting on the light sides couch after leaving the darksides*

Roman: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?!?!?!

Virgil: *panic* um.. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!?!?

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Roman and Virgil: Same.

Youngblood: Why am I not surprised by this?

#pff #sanders sides #roman sanders #virgil sanders #ts roman #ts virgil #roleslaying with roman #rwr youngblood #rwr roman #ts incorrect quotes #rwr incorrect quotes

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i know about sanders sides fandom history no one even cares about

#the good old days #ts fandom

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Thank you for making 'Ghost Files' and 'Watcher' trend #1 on Tumblr! We're thrilled!

#watcher #ghost files #ryan bergara #shane madej

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How To Tell You're In Danger. A guide by Amadeus Storm-Callaghan

#*wheeze* #anxceit #campfire!dee #campfire!vee #ts virgil #ts janus #ts fanart

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ok folks

I don’t think I actually have to spell this out

but there will be no prophesying, speculating, speaking into existence, etc about next year

no “I feel really great about next year,” no “I’d love more time at home to work on my hobbies,” no “surely it can’t be any weirder than 2020,” nothing

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everyone shut the fuck UP the beST GHOST HUNTERS ARE BACK

#ghost files #shane madej #ryan bergara #watcher

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the first episode of ghost files is just shane sitting on the floor putting the spirit box back together like ikea furniture

#ghost files #watcher #shane madej

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GHOST FILES (2022)

#ghostbur #watcher

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#watcher #ghost files

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THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING TO GET YOUR MEDS BEFORE THE PHARMACIES CLOSE

they are going to be CLOSED OVER THE HOLIDAYS and so will the DOCTORS WHO SIGN YOUR PRESCRIPTIONS.

if you don’t have enough meds to last the next THREE WEEKS, put in for your repeats and refills tomorrow! that’s Wednesday! do it! don’t go to hospital at New Year because you ran out of stuff!

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YO WRITERS

Stop what you’re doing right now and go write 3 sentences of your story.

Every time you see this, write 3 lines.

Reblog so other writers will do the same, let’s finish these damn stories.

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This is really good! I love it!❤️💜🥺

History bodyguard prinxiety

This is all I had in mind for this prompt.

I hope I did the series justice

Pairing: prinxiety (platonic or romantic)

Warnings: Swearing, poisoning (they get better)

Wordcount: 1,451

‘You cannot escape your destiny’ Janus’ booming voice still ringed in his ears as he hugged his knees to his chest, however little it did to help him calm his nerves.

‘You’re wrong.’ The dragon laughed at his answer.

‘That’s rather unlikely. I have been alive for centuries. I know better than to question one's fate.’

‘And what if I don’t?’

‘If you won’t what?’

‘Accept my destiny. What if I question it?’

'Refuse your destiny?' The dragon laughed, his voice sending shivers through Virgil’s limbs.‘If only it were that easy to get rid of it, young warlock.’

Virgil's tightened his grip on the torch.

'And what do you know? Why would I care what you think?'

Janus smiled. That sly inseeferable smile of his, as if he was dealing with a petulant child.

'Would you really visit me if you didn't care for my wisdom?'

“You can’t die,” Virgil whispered more to himself than Roman as he pushed the prince locks of his sweaty forehead. The young man was burning up. “You’re my destiny, we’ll figure it out." He said, gently stroking Roman's head as he waited for the water to boil. "Janus is too annoying to be wrong about this.”

This shouldn’t have happened. Virgil was supposed to guard Roman. He was supposed to be prepared for an ambush. He had become far too confident in his skills and it was coming back to bite him in the ass.

A rogue sorcerer surprised them on their trip. With the young mage and prince focused on the attacker neither of them spotted his familiar. The small creature creaking at them from the behind and sunk its teeth into Roman’s neck. The prince managed to slay the small beast but it was too late by then, the damage had been done.

The sorcerer didn’t stay for long, his mission accomplished he disappeared into the forest, leaving Virgil alone with the wounded man.

The young sorcerer managed to drag his friend into a nearby cave, before setting out to find some herbs to cure him, suddenly very thankful for all the times Logan has sent him out to fetch ingredients for him.

‘There is a quiet power to healing’ The man insisted ‘You’ll need to learn far more than combat to protect the prince.’

‘It’s going to take me years to learn all of this’ Virgil whined as he flipped through the medical books’

‘Better start early then’ Logan said with a smirk.

Virgil wished he had as much faith in his healing abilities as Logan did.

But most of all he wished Logan was here. He would have known what to do, he would be here to fix the medicine and calm Virgil down. But it was only him racing against the clock, the only sound filling the air were Roman’s chattering teeth mixing with the soft crackling of the fire.Virgil hastily threw the herbs into the boiling pot.

The young mage raised his hand over the small pot, eyes glowing momentary purple as he strengthened the potion with magic. This was his advantage over Logan while making potions, his magic was stronger. He only hoped it would be enough to cure Roman.

Virgil filled a traveling cup with the warm fluid, cooling it down with his magic before slipping his hand under the prince's head.

“Please don’t choke on me” he muttered to himself as he tipped the cup, trying to get the man to drink. The prince managed to take a few gulps and Virgil prayed it would be enough.

He set the cup aside, shrugging his jacket off and laying it over Roman. It did nothing to stop the prince shivering but it calmed the warlock’s mind a little.There was nothing more he could do but rest and hope the potion worked.

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Roman’s head hurt as if he’d been out hit with a mace over the head which, with Remus as his father’s ward, wasn’t exactly an uncommon experience. Did they have a match again? His head felt far too heavy to remember anything. Sluggishly he opened his eyes lids to look around

He found himself staring at and unfamiliar cave ceiling. Memories flooding into his brain. They were patrolling yesterday and were ambushed. Something bit him before Virgil-

Roman shot up, the sudden movement sending a sharp pain through his head. The prince hissed, rubbing his temples and trying to gain focus again.

Virgil sleeping with his back pressed against the cave wall. Roman let out a sigh of relief at the sight of him. He concluded Virgil fended off the sorcerer all on his own, but then again it hardly was a surprise to him. His friend had magic.

He wasn’t supposed to know that, but the mage wasn’t very good at hiding their abilities. Roman figured it out a few weeks ago, when it was just the two of them sent o a mission.

He caught Virgil using magic in a fight with the corner of his eye. At first he thought he was going crazy. Who in their right mind would use magic in Camelot?

Virgil would.

And the more Roman paid attention the more he noticed. How fast the water boiled, how quickly he cleaned Roman’s armor, how he managed to gather dry wood even after the rain.

It hit him then. How easily Virgil could kill him if he wanted too.

Roman was furious. Terrified. Sorcerers were evil, wicked and cruel and Virgil was one of them.

He needed to keep Camelot save. He needed to tell his father.

Once they returned to the castle Roman strode up to the throne room, burst the door open. He stood there, in front of the king, ready to doom the mage but the words died in his throat.

Sorceresses were evil wicked and Virgil was one of them. But he wasn't any of that. Virgil was a good man.

Why would he cook Roman a warm meal? Clean his armor? Save the prince? Put his life on the line at the smallest of dangers that hung over Camelot?

No. Virgil wanted to keep Camelot safe. And by extension that meant protecting Roman. So the prince did the only logical thing, aid Virgil in hiding his magic from the king.

It wasn’t easy. How his father hadn’t figured it out yet was beyond him. The need to constantly come up with excuses every time Virgil almost gave himself out was exhausting. He hated pretending he was a moron, but he couldn’t tell his father.

He caught all the scared glances Virgil shot his way any time Roman made an excuse to protect his secret, all the while trying not to shift suspicion on any innocent citizens.

He began to slowly understand why Virgil never told him. If word of his abilities got Roman's father….. Well he he feared he wouldn't be seeing either Virgil or the physician ever again.

Roman couldn’t imagine how terrifying it must be. To live with and befriend a man who might very well order your execution any day.

Virgil must be one of the bravest men Roman ever encountered. One of the bravest and certainly the dumbest one.

The mage blinked awake, his eyes hazily scanning for Roman. He gave him a sleepy smile and the prince felt his heart swell.

“You’re awake.” And Roman wanted to tell him. He wanted to tell him he knew. He knew Virgil had magic and he would never tell anyone, but just like with his father the words died in his throat.

What if he never saw Virgil again? What if the mage decided it was far too risky if Roman knew and leave Camelot? Leave Roman? He didn’t know why Virgil stayed. What Virgil needed to protect so desperately that he continuously put his life in danger. How could he be sure he wouldn’t leave?

“Roman?”

“Well I certainly am” He bit back. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you to wake up?”

“A few minutes?” Asked sleepily.

“A few minutes too long. Now get your lazy ass up, Virgil, we have a long way ahead of us to Camelot. I want to be home before sundown. Father is throwing a feast tonight.”

He caught the mage rolling his eyes, as he stood up.

"Yeah, let's go home"

He wanted nothing more than to tell Virgil he knew. He knew and he appreciated him far more than the mage could ever imagine.

But Virgil was a mage. And a mage had no place in Camelot. So if it'll mean Virgil would get to call the case home Roman could play the clueless moron a little longer.

#prinxiety #ts virgil #ts roman #ts fanfic #sanders sides

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Patton: <hiding behind the bush with Logan>

Patton: Have they kissed yet

Roman: You’re ten feet away we can hear you

Virgil: And see you

Patton: So have you kissed yet

#sanders sides #ts virgil #ts roman #ts patton #ts logan #ts incorrect quotes #prinxiety

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Roman, coming home: So….Virgil…..how good of a mood are you in right now?

Virgil:

Roman:

Virgil: …What did you do

#sanders sides #prinxiety #ts virgil #ts roman #ts incorrect quotes

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Might fuck around and accept the things I cannot change