#A Tired Stormcloud Character

[brainrotcharacters]

the man trained by the shimotsuki since childhood, the mind behind the three sword style, the demon pirate hunter, vice captain of the Strawhat Pirates,

easily stopped with a hand on his shoulder by his captain (currently in a silly hungry vibe)

#he blink #HE'S SO CUTE #help #zolu #zoro #luffy #one piece live action #one piece #roronoa zoro #monkey d. luffy #my thinking is that zoro's survivalist (glorified anxiety) instincts found some peace in Luffy's presence at this point in the opla #any other person who tries to pull zoro back by the shoulder the way luffy just did? gone. zoro is suddenly fruit ninja again #any other person who even tries to REACH for him gets sliced n diced #especially to reach from behind him which is a general blind spot #someone with zoro's training would know how to track what happens in his blind spots #but someone with zoro's heart recognized luffy and said 'oy chill he's good he's the homie' #outside of his fight or flight mode #zoro feels safe enough now (in Luffy's presence) to become his true self #A Tired Stormcloud Character #who's going to tell opla zoro this is only the start #Strawhat shenanigans #on another note his earrings are so fkn pretty like *makes grabby hands*

[bonefall]

heyyyy bonefallll!!! So uhm. Wind released. And if you read it, what do you think of it?

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I started ASC off with a lot of excitement. I had known to not get my hopes up, but for the first time in a long time, I felt like they actually had something meaningful to say about the problems in Clan society. For once, it felt fresh.

A conflict based on a murder mystery and a power struggle, political radicalization within another Clan with anti-Clanswapper bigotry turning violent, and the reluctant heir of a legacy sprawling several generations. Like a dark echo of TPB, implying the root issues had never been truly addressed by Darkest Hour. The Clans still have a terrible ruling system. The culture is still bigoted. Firestar failed to destroy the obsession with legacy-- he just founded a new bloodline.

And even if it wasn't THAT deep, it was at least a grounded plot that was based in the characters more than faith in StarClan. If Nightheart's arc about legacy fell apart, I'd still enjoy watching him struggle, lose people, grow, and find his purpose. Or seeing Splashtail juggle the power he'd managed to snatch and was just not smart enough to hold onto. Or the cool fights that would surely result from an invasion of RiverClan.

Wind tossed it. It was already having a downturn in the previous book, but this is a book that seems so afraid of having interesting conflict that it spends 75% of its time debating if something interesting should happen, and 25% of its time barking, "EVIL HEATHENS WHO HATE GOD WILL DESTROY OUR SOCIETY!!"

I can't get over how awful Splashtail's "descent" is. He's having a dumbass atheist stoner debate with Podlight when they go to the Moonpool, musing that maybe you have to eat 9 mice to get 9 lives, and then 2 appearances later he's foaming at the mouth with a dictator speech and kills harelight no miss.

They even seem to have tried to replicate Stonefur's execution but badly. It's jarring. Splashtail had a big dictator speech, killed the beloved deputy suddenly, and the whole camp looks Super Scared and Upset so that you know it's the Evil Leader and not a systemic problem.

His "TALENT FOR MANIPULATION" is saying he heard Curlfeather murmur evil plans in her sleep and (apropos of nothing) accusing her teenage daughter of "getting the wrong idea" about his adult romantic interest in her. I keep coming back to this because the ENTIRE book's plot is based on this successfully smearing Frostpaw's reputation.

you may be tired of hearing it, but I'm definitely more tired than you because I had to read and analyze an ENTIRE BOOK founded on it.

The plot is endlessly arguing over if they can trust Frostpaw or not, gathering "evidence" to this end, while Sunbeam and Nightheart's POVs uselessly languish in ThunderClan doing mentoring stuff.

Im SO sick of being forced to sit in thunderclan while more interesting things happen offscreen. stop adding MORE cats to ThunderClan, you already have Stormcloud and you do NOTHING with him why are they also getting WAFFLEPAW

Everyone's praising the fact that the book can remember previous entries, but actually, I'm going to drop a hot take; It's actually bad if they CAN obviously reference old material, and then it doesn't influence the actions the characters take. They namedrop Nightstar several times and then come up with excuses for why they still need to sit around and do nothing!!

THAT'S WORSE, ACTUALLY.

SCALDING TAKE, I'd RATHER see the cats have the memories of goldfish if the alternative is "We remember Nightstar! We're simply going to purposefully disregard Nightstar, because the plot needs to happen"

They also muse that maybe Splashtail's evilness is making all the RiverClan cats act evil, and they'll go back to normal once he's removed. This has been implied before, but never so blatantly stated.

But most of all, I can't stop going back to "Godless Heathen Bloodlust." What a fucking joke. For a shining minute it looked like we were going to have interesting villains, but no, they really are just coming out and saying that lacking faith is an indicator of a moral failing. What makes Splashtail so uniquely bad and scary is that he "disrespects the ancestors" (hey podlight. what if eating 9 magic mice gives you 9 lives? woah dude look at this. the bugle chips look like claws. lol haha) and hates love and peace and won't even let Jesus guide him.

The scenes with Frostpaw and her allies are the only parts of this book worth reading. Shadowsight, tigerHeartstar. Clinging to Whistlepaw like she's a life preserver. save me windclan

#asc spoilers #warrior cats analysis #So uh. #my thought is that it is Bad. #I did not Enjoy it #I can FIX IT #I WILL FIX IT #I CAN MAKE THIS WORK BUT JESUS CATS.

[canon-notcanon-warriorcats]

I leave and come back to this fandom every once and a while, and every time I get angrier and angrier that Stormcloud has still not injected his non-inbred genes into the cousin-on-cousin cesspool that ThunderClan has become. Like come on bro give us some kids who only share 50% of DNA with the rest of the clan. I'm tired of coming back to everybody trying to "well they're only second cousins sooooo" their way around relationships in this series

yeah and like twigbranch as a female character is so important for saying "no i don't want to have children" but on the other hand i kind of wish they had put her and stormcloud together and they have babies and then there could be like several cats who aren't related to anyone else in the clan at ALL

like come on it's RIGHT THERE

[deathbyoctopi]

Hello! May I please ask the following questions for the ask game? :) Feel free to answer as many or as few as you want!

Favorite part of writing.

Least favorite part of writing.

How do you deal with writers block?

On average, how much writing do you get done in a day?

Hardest character to write.

Easiest character to write.

Best piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten.

Weirdest story idea you’ve ever had.

Any writing advice you want to share?

Aww, Love to play!! >w<

Favorite part of writing. The initial daydreaming, I think. The plans!! I have so much fun drawing little diagrams on paper, usually the first thing at hand, with my complicated diabolical schematics that make the bones of my stories XD

Least favorite part of writing. Revisions. I care so little for them -_- When I finish a story, I usually am too blind to my own mistakes (ESPECIALLY TYPOS!!!) to see them, too tired to re-read, and too impatient to wait for a proper revision before posting. I'm still finding stuff to mend weeks after I posted ^^U

How do you deal with writers block? I wait until I have some other irl responsibilities I don't want to do, so I can procrastinate! Then writing becomes exciting again, because I should be doing something else buuuut I. Would. Rather. Write (so I write! XD)

On average, how much writing do you get done in a day? I have no average, I'm incapable of keeping habits of any kind. I might get a nice idea and within a week produce a 5k fic, but that means I simmer the idea for a few days, write my little notes, and then on a sprint or two on the weekend write the thing.

Hardest character to write. Xue Yang or Xiao xingchen. I really want to do them justice, and I have to rethink a lot of their dialogues to make them sound just right. Describing their actions is a bit better, but the voice... oof...

Easiest character to write. The Stormcloud!! XD I find it so enjoyable to convey its mood through the weather and the boys reactions to it. A second close is Cangse Sanren for a spin-off of @10holmes's mermaid fic <3 She took a life of her own, I did nothing there!! XD

Best piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten. From Phantom Threat:

And from To carry a piece of yesterday:

Weirdest story idea you’ve ever had. An original work about an AI spy bot who bluffs his way into making believe his maker he can disobey orders and go on strike unless he is given rights XD

Any writing advice you want to share? Have fun!!!! Write about anything you like, be as kinky as you like, even if it's wips that will never go anything there is always something good about shaking those brain juices a bit ^-^ That was fun!!! Thanks for the ask, now I'm waiting for your answers >w<

[our-flag-means-death-ao3feed]

Liquid Blue

by shatteredhourglass

"I'm tired," Ed says, a glimmer of vulnerability in the darkness.

"Yeah," Izzy says as he turns back, allowing it, returning it, letting the weariness seep into his own voice. He doesn't want to do this anymore. Neither of them do and lying about it only got them here, with Izzy’s aching foot and Ed’s torn-apart cabin, the peculiar grief hanging over them like a stormcloud. "Me too, boss."

Words: 2556, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Israel Hands

Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Israel Hands

Additional Tags: Post-Season/Series 01, Trans Israel Hands, Top Israel Hands, Bottom Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Sweet, They're Just Tired Let Them Rest, Explicit Sexual Content, First Time, (with each other), Porn with Feelings, Emotions

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/41594913

#Our flag means death #ofmd

[thatfreakything]

Sunshiny Storm Clouds

(Hey, guys! Been a hot minute since I’ve posted a fic. This one’s a lot shorter than The Monster, but to be fair, the latter was a looooong time coming. I had finals earlier this week, so naturally, I’ve been drained of all inspiration and incredibly anxious about things. So what better to quell my anxiety than a soft Lee!Virgil fic? I hope you all enjoy!)

Warning: This is a tickle fic, and I run a SFW tickle-themed blog. NSFW are more than welcome to read, but please do not reblog if you are primarily kink themed blog. Thank you for respecting my boundaries.

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ship: Platonic/familial Moxiety

Characters: Lee!Virgil x Ler!Patton

Words: 1467

Potential Warnings: None

It was a lovely day in the Mindscape, and Patton had just made lunch.

Cooking and baking were favorite pastimes of his, and even though the Sides technically didn’t need to eat at all, the others loved to try whatever he came up with. It made them all feel more like a family, which made Patton happy -- so how could the others refuse? Even the Dark Sides were happy to join in on meals.

So when Virgil didn’t arrive for lunch that day, Patton got a bit nervous.

“Do you think he’s mad at me?” the cyan side asked Logan, bouncing on his toes slightly. “I don’t think I did anything to make him mad, but it’s happened before…”

The logical side sipped his iced coffee. “I’m sure he’s not mad at you, you two haven’t spoken with each other that much today. Perhaps he’s just not hungry.”

“But,” Roman interjected, “he did seem pretty down earlier. Checking on him might be a good idea. I don’t think it’s your fault either, Padre, but something’s probably bugging him.”

Patton sat for a bit, a worried expression on his face, before he promptly bolted up and quickly made his way to Virgil’s room. Logan and Roman watched him go, the former with a sigh and a shake of his head, and the latter with mild concern.

***

“Virgil? Are you in there, kiddo?”

Not long after, Patton was gently knocking on Virgil’s bedroom door, using a soft voice to try and coax him out of the room. He didn’t receive much other than a tired grunt in response.

“Can I come in?”

Another grunt. Patton opened the door.

Virgil’s room was...quite the mess. There were dark clothes strewn all over the floor, and the lights were dim. Most prominently was the anxious side himself, curled up on his bed with blankets covering him like a protective shield. Patton carefully stepped over to the side of the bed, looking at the bundle in front of him. He could just barely see tufts of hair peeking out from underneath the sheets.

“Are you alright, Virgil?” Patton asked in a quiet voice, sitting on the edge of the bed to be closer to his companion. The darker aspect shook his head and only curled up further. “Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” There was no answer.

The fatherly side gently put his hand on Virgil’s shoulder. There was no protest or hostility in response, so he decided to keep it there as a comforting gesture. He knew that Virgil didn’t always like being babied -- they’d had several discussions on the matter -- but he also knew that everyone needed comfort once in a while. Patton hummed, trying to think. He wasn’t quite sure what to do at this point.

Suddenly, an idea struck him. He didn’t know if Virgil would be okay with it (if he wasn’t, he’d stop), but it was worth a try. It had worked before.

“Hey, Stormcloud?” Patton spoke up in a soft voice, carefully dragging his hand to the moody aspect’s side. Virgil gave a questioning hum and turned slightly, though Patton still couldn’t see his eyes.

Smiling a little, Patton squeezed gently. A small squeak erupted from underneath the blankets, followed by an embarrassed grumble.

“Are you okay with this right now?”

After a few moments of silence, there was a clear nod. Patton grinned delightedly, then turned and placed his hands on Virgil’s side and ribs. He double-checked Virgil’s body language one more time before gently kneading and squeezing.

Almost immediately, Virgil started giggling -- the sound was muffled in the blankets (and probably his hands as well), but it was music to Patton’s ears. Making sure to be soft and slow, the cyan side continued to squeeze, eliciting giggle after giggle. Both aspects were calm and quiet, and Patton felt Virgil’s tension begin to ease. He breathed a sigh of relief.

Once Patton felt as though he could move on, he rubbed Virgil’s head and went to gently teasing his neck with one finger. Anxiety squeaked rather loudly, rolling onto his back and moving the blankets away from his face. The pale red blush and the wide grin on Virgil’s face was one of the cutest things that the moral side had ever seen.

“P-Pahahahatton!”

“There you are, Virgie!” Patton chirped, using both of his hands to lightly scribble along Virgil’s jawline and behind his ears. This prompted a soft snort, and the anxious side batted his hands like a cat adorably.

“Nahahahat t-thehehehere! Plehehehease!”

He really was absolutely precious.

Patton gave a bit of a pouty expression, but listened and decided to move on. If he were in the mood for wrecking his dark, strange son, he would be raspberrying his stomach right about now. But seeing as Virgil was in need of soft comfort, he wisely elected to save that for another day. Instead, he scooped the anxious aspect up into his arms and cuddled him, flighty fluttering his fingers against Virgil’s stomach. A stream of bubbly laughter followed.

“He-hehehehey!” Virgil squealed, twisting a little and trying to cover his stomach. Once he found that he couldn’t escape Patton’s teasing fingers, he buried his face in the moral aspect’s chest, successfully muffling his laughter again. Patton was a little worried that he’d gone too far by picking Virgil up, but one look at the emo’s face told him otherwise.

“Goodness, you are just adorable, you know that?~” Patton teased, using his other hand (the one underneath Virgil) to lightly scratch at his ribs. The other aspect squealed and bucked a little, his laughter rising in pitch.

“Ahahaha--! I-I ahahaham nohohot!!!” Virgil retorted, his bright red blush covering his entire face. “P-Pahahahatton!”

“That’s my name, yes,” the moral side chuckled, moving his hand on Virgil’s stomach underneath his shirt. Carefully, he continued fluttering his fingers, prompting quite a few more snorts from the sensitive emo.

“NahahaHAHA--” Virgil’s laughter suddenly shot up in volume as Patton hit a particularly ticklish spot near the center of his stomach. He squirmed and scrunched up, trying to hide his face in the folds of his hoodie. “STAHAHAHAP!”

“Are you okay, Virgil?” Patton asked, still fluttering but keeping an eye on Virgil’s reactions. The anxious side pulled up part of his shirt over his face and nodded, so Patton continued with a small smile. He was even cuter when he was embarrassed.

“IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!”

Patton gave Virgil a look. “No! Really?” he gasped mockingly, unable to cover up the grin on his face. “Well, no wonder you’re laughing so much!~”

Virgil whined, embarrassed, and kicked his legs a little at the continued sensation. Patton’s other hand was still lightly scratching at his ribs, and so he was completely lost in his laughter. Though, he couldn’t say that he minded in the slightest.

When Patton’s other hand moved to his armpit, he squealed and nearly fell back down onto the mattress with the force of his reaction. He collapsed in on himself, the ticklish sensation taking over just about every inch of skin. And Patton wasn’t even targeting his worst spots -- he was just gently trying to cheer him up.

“OHOKAY! EHEHEHENOUGH, PAHAHAT! P-PLEHEHEASE!”

Virgil barely had to finish the first sentence for Patton to stop, moving his hands away from the soft spots and holding Virgil close. The moral side looked at the emo, concerned...and was delighted to see glittery purple eyeshadow. Gently, he ruffled Virgil’s already-tousled hair and pressed a loving kiss onto his forehead. He waited for the anxious side to catch his breath.

“Wh...why did you…?” Virgil began, blinking slowly with sleepiness.

“Well, you didn’t come to lunch, and I heard you were having a bad day. I wanted to come check on you and make sure you were alright.” The fatherly side gave a small, slightly mischievous but mostly gentle smile. “Besides, do I need a reason to make my favorite Stormcloud happy?”

Virgil’s blush bloomed across his face again, and he tried to hide a smile of his own. “T-thank you, Pop Star,” he mumbled, curling into Patton’s embrace. “D-do you think we could go down for lunch now?”

“Of course we can, kiddo,” Patton mused, carefully standing up and carrying Virgil out of the room. “And just remember that I’ll always be here if you need me.”

The anxious side nodded, holding onto Patton as he was lovingly carried downstairs to the dining room. It was true that he didn’t like being babied most of the time -- just because he was a Light Side now didn’t mean that he wasn’t scary. But he liked that Patton cared about him, really cared about him. And maybe, just every once in a while, being cared for wouldn’t be quite so bad.

#tickling #sfw tickling #sanders sides tickling #tickle fic #my writing #lee!virgil #ler!patton #tickle community #moxiety

[killjoysfromyesterday]

poison chooses to joke about things. he laughs things off with an exaggerated performance, full of flippancy and sarcasm. he’s known for being quickwitted and carnal, a caged zoo animal with an animated personality and gleaming fangs. but when it’s just him alone in the trans am, driving aimlessly through the zones, he breaks. poison doesn’t regret leaving for the desert, he had to in order to save his brother, but sometimes he sobs for everything he left behind in the city, everything he’ll never have, and absentmindedly wonders of BL/ind’s ignorance was better than the stench of suffering and death that looms over the desert like a stormcloud. but mostly for the true death sentence of a killjoy: to die with a raygun clutched in his hand.

kobra doesn’t speak. he shows his love in other ways, and he shows his pain behind the barrel of a blaster. he’s a man of few words. he’s calm and collected, not in a calculated manner but in a worn, tired manner. if you hear the barrage of punches kobra throws at the garage wall, his vision matching the red hue of his bloody knuckles, screaming obscenities even dr. death would raise an eyebrow at, you should run.

jet has one rule: keep others before himself. it’s the opposite of what he’d been taught as a kid in the desert, but he plays by his own rules now. when the dread and paranoia of caring for everyone finally gets to him, the walls he’s built come tumbling down. he watches the desert from the diner roof, staring critically into the vast sand with stitched eyebrows. he thinks about his family. he thinks about being six years old, crying over the bullet-ridden bodies of his parents. he doesn’t cry, just bites his lip and saves it for later (never) because there’s always wounds to tend to and supplies to restock.

ghoul is emotional. he’s annoying. it’s just his character. they love him for his foolishness, it’s charming and somewhat sad in a way. but when he’s tired of being underestimated, all hell breaks loose. his distress doesn’t come in sadness, it comes in anger. diner chairs thrown into cabinets, bloody noses, exertion overriding emotion. when he’s done, he’s hollow. he shakes with big, heaving sobs and crumples, gasping for air and maybe if you listen close enough, you can hear him whisper for his mother under his breath.

#my chemical romance #mcr #kobra kid #character study #fun ghoul #jet star #party poison #background #danger days #fabulous killjoys #frank iero #ray toro #mikey way #gerard way #dr. death defying #show pony #cherri cola #killjoys hcs #headcanons

[zutarasecrettunnel]

OK I did it I updated my Zutara Week chapter fic. This idea was inspired by the Day 6 prompt for this year, "Spirits".

Story summary:

The war is over for everyone but Katara, who keeps seeing the scarred face of the boy who sacrificed himself for her and for the world everywhere she looks. When she finds out why she is experiencing these so-called hallucinations, she may be led right into a trap centuries in the making.

Here's chapter 2 of Your Face, I See. 

You can also read it on AO3.

Teardrops marked her path like breadcrumbs as she made her way through the empty streets of the Fire Nation capitol. She raced toward the palace, desperate to believe that what propelled her was just another hallucination, albeit much more terrifying this time. She wasn't even sure the voice that sounded so much like Yue had been real. Why had she talked about Tui and La? Why had her visions of Zuko intensified? Why could she now hear his voice? She was convinced that her mind was lost, reduced to ash by the flames of Sozin's comet.

Katara threw open one of the grand, heavy doors of the palace. Her feet pounded into the lacquered wood floor, aching with each impact. Her breath was frayed, lungs inflating jaggedly as she struggled to take in the breaths needed to recover from her long, swift escape. Her passage through the daunting royal halls was blighted by tears and dim torchlight. She wiped at her eyes pointlessly as she pressed on.

The many-legged monstrosity had not followed her. She ran from her fear, her grief, and her doubt. She ran aimlessly, toward nothing in particular. She ran straight into something solid but soft.

"Master Katara?"

At first she didn't want to hear another voice, but when it's owner registered in her mind, she turned her chin upward to meet the surprised gaze of Fire Lord Iroh. His face was gaunt but kind, his half-illuminated expression full of concern. She blinked slowly, finally able to gain some clarity in her blurred vision. This was the first time she had seen this man since the joyless coronation ceremony held shortly after the end of the Hundred Years War. He had used the duties of the crown to avoid the younger war heroes almost completely, only holding audience with Aang and even then infrequently. The reluctant ruler had lost his lust for life with the loss of his nephew. He operated only in duty now.

He gazed at her, confused at her sudden appearance in a misplaced palace hallway. At her silence, he tried again.

"Master Katara? What are you doing in this part of the palace, especially so late at night?" His tone was doleful and flat, but not accusatory. He sounded tired, and uncharacteristically old.

She tried to maintain the facade she had so carefully cultivated over the recent months. She tried to reinforce the levies of her fears and sadness. With the sound of Iroh's broken spirit, the waterbender was overcome. Her emotion spilled over the dams she had built like a tidal wave.

She launched herself at the man's midsection, burying her face in the silk of his robes. She soaked them with all of her pent up mourning, all of the anguish, consternation and madness. Iroh stood for a moment, unmoving, before finally pulling the crying girl into an empathetic embrace. She sobbed, openly and fiercely, the sounds eventually trying to form words that were finally ready to come out.

"I can't stop seeing him."

Iroh resisted the urge to pull away from the soggy girl at her admission, instead placing a hand reassuringly on her shoulder. He waited a moment before calmly asking the question he wasn't sure he wanted to hear the answer to.

"Can't stop seeing who?" It was at that point he felt her tug, removing herself from the sleeve of his robe to look directly at him.

"Zuko."

Iroh took a small step back, regret clear in his features. The suspicion had been present in his mind since the girl spoke her first sopping words to him in the darkness, but to hear it caused his latent guilt to come roaring back to life like a tigerdillo. At the same time, the tidal wave of emotion in Katara had begun to recede. She couldn't continue to meet the old man's forlorn gaze. Her wind-tangled hair fell around her shoulders as she studied the floor.

"He's been haunting me ever since. . ." she paused, sniffling hard, before continuing quietly. "About a week after he. . .after he died."

The aged Fire Lord pondered for a moment. Silence hung between the two figures huddled in the opulence of the royal chambers like the fine tapestries on the wall. Iroh was slow in his words as he responded, returning to the sagely demeanor that had defined his character prior to the end of the war.

"Grief. . .does many things to people," he started, stroking his beard. "It can often feel like a negative spirit hanging over you, or a curse. You most of all were connected to the. . ." the older man lost his words at this point, but regained them after a moment, "the loss we all suffered. You were there. You were. . ."

Katara didn't lift her head or move from the spot as Iroh found himself unable to finish his statement. "In any case, I'm sure you wi-"

The water tribe peasant demonstrated her knowledge of and respect for Fire Nation customs as she pointedly interrupted it's ruler.

"I only see his face, always just staring at me. But tonight he called my name, asking me to help him. Begging me. But this time there was a monster and-" the words tumbled out of her as she faced Iroh again, only coming to a halt when he grabbed her by the shoulder.

"What kind of monster?!" His whisper was a shout in disguise.

"I-it crawled. It had so many legs, like a giant centipede. But it had his face," Katara felt her eyes stinging again as she recounted the features of the miscreation that had poached the scarred visage of the fire prince. "I don't know," she shook her head, hands on either ear, "I didn't look at it too long. I ran straight back here."

The already feeble posture of the lament-laden Fire Lord continued to cave. It was as if Iroh had lost his footing on the thick wood of the palace hall.

He uttered one syllable, his eyes unfocused. "Koh."

Katara let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding on to.

"Who-what is Koh?" she hurled her question more forcefully than she meant to. The possibility that she may not just be going insane had slipped from her weeks ago.

Iroh turned from her, waiting before speaking. "The face stealer, a nefarious spirit," he replied. The wizened old firebender muttered to himself quietly while Katara attempted to process what had already been said.

"A face...stealer?" the information settled into the young girl like a stone in a lake. "You mean it. . .he. . .Zuko. . ."

The waterbender quieted, a different kind of storm brewing inside of her. Her voice was a low rumble when it came from her next.

"Do you mean to tell me that this. . .Koh. . .stole Zuko's face in the spirit world and has been haunting me with it ever since?"

Iroh placed a palm on the crimson painted wall of the palace hallway, steadying himself on this renewed grief.

"It would appear so," he replied softly, sadly.

"So how do we save him?" Again her inquiry was hushed, a murmur of hope too scared to make itself known.

"We don't."

The Fire Lord's voice was a scratch in the darkness as he uttered the short response, as if the words themselves burned in his throat like his element uncontrolled.

The growing thunder in Katara rumbled louder.

"What do you mean 'we don't'?"

"Master Katara," Iroh began, "this spirit is dangerous."

She stared intently at the older man, her lips a thin quivering line of a response not yet ready to be released. In its stead, the tired ruler continued.

"When I was a younger man, after I lost Lu Ten, I entered the spirit world to find him, to bring him back. It took many months of study, and in trying to find my way in, I also found knowledge of Koh the face stealer, a spirit who can take your face if you show any hint of emotion in his presence," he explained, "If you go after him, it will only be to give him your face, too. I do not know of a way to defeat him."

Katara stood firm. The sadness that had hovered over her like a stormcloud for months finally snapped, and the waterbender unleashed the full power of the anger that now coursed through her like the lightning that had been its origin.

"Dangerous? I've been haunted by this spirit for months. I've been seeing Zuko's face everywhere, and I thought it was just guilt, just sadness, just me going crazy because he died saving me. He died saving me and for what?" she cried, her emphatic syllables echoing through the chamber. "For me to do nothing? For me to be afraid? Even if I can't bring him back, I can't leave his spirit like that. He risked it all, his country, his future. . ."

Her words slowed as the tempest within her drained itself. Her voice broke and quieted again as she finished her thought.

"I can at least risk my face. I can at least. . ." She felt her own fingers lightly touching her left cheek as she trailed off.

Her companion waited, ensuring the storm had passed before issuing his decree.

"I forbid it."

The assertion was strong, an uncharacteristic order more suited to the Dragon of the West than the grief-stricken old man he had become.

"You will lose yourself in this doomed quest. Do not try to go after Koh, Master Katara," he softened, adding one final thought to his order. "I will have the fire sages and the healers work to find you a remedy for this influence. You shouldn't see him again."

Tears flowed freely from the girl's eyes as she refused to allow them to look up at the man in front of her.

"I will go to them in the morning, Fire Lord Iroh," she responded weakly, "now I am tired. May I please be excused to my chambers?" He bid her the leave she requested, but not before placing both hands on her shoulders in a gesture of comfort to the wounded girl.

"I promise you will have peace, my dear," he said calmly, his own pain present in his tone, "the sages have access to vast libraries of spiritual knowledge that will be used to heal you of this affliction. "

He barely heard her mutter a thank you before she bowed and quickly made her way down the grand hallway.

#zutara #zutara week 2021 #zutara fanfiction #my fics #zk fanfiction

[the-bluerecluse]

Work Out

Prinxiety

Summary: Roman walks in on Virgil working out and realizes he’s so much gayer than he thought.

Roman is very gay

“Hola, Padre.” Roman greeted as he stepped into the kitchen.

“Oh, hello, Roman!” Patton replied as he continued making dinner.

Roman grabbed a hand towel and wiped the sweat off his forehead. He groaned and stretched in a not so subtle way. “Just a little worn out from my combat training. Pushed myself extra hard today.”

“Good for you, I’m proud you’re working out and taking care of yourself.” Patton smiled as he stirred his stew.

“I do it all to protect my loved ones. Know if anyone ever attacks you or any of us, I will keep my family safe.” Roman gave an exaggerated bow as Patton fondly rolled his eyes.

“If you have a sword handy.”

“I could fist fight!” Roman groused. “I just prefer to fight with a little class, and sword fighting is a gorgeous art form.”

“It sure is.” Patton chuckled. He turned off the stove and turned to Roman. “Could you go get the others for dinner?”

“Absolutely.” Roman struck a pose before prancing off to find his comrades, leaving Patton giggling at his dramatics.

The princely character made his way down the hall which held the doors to the other two’s rooms.

“Knock knock, my naysayer nerd~” Roman grinned when Logan opened the door with an unamused face. “Time for dinner.”

Logan paused before making a face. “You need a shower.”

“Oh, my apologies, see I just finished my exhausting combat training.” Roman gave a sigh and a flex.

Logan groaned. “Yes, we know you’re working out.” The teacher shut his door and walked towards the kitchen.

“Ah, that just leaves out small little stormcloud.” Roman smiled and walked towards Virgil’s door.

Just as he was about to knock he heard a large crash followed by an expletive.

“Fuck!”

That was Virgil’s voice! Did something happen?

Roman slammed the door open. “Virgil, are you alright?!”

He glanced around but didn’t see anything, but the door to his closet was open with light shining through.

“I’m coming, Virgil, don’t worry!” Roman shouted. He ran into the closet and came to a screeching halt.

First of all, his closet was huge. It was a walk in closet, but it seemed Virgil only used a small part for clothes.

Because the other half of the closet was cleared out with nothing but a large punching bag and a pull up bar.

The punching bag was fallen on the floor, crushing a few boxes.

As soon as Roman entered, Virgil turned to look at him with a tired, semi-aggitated expression.

None of that is why Roman froze up.

Virgil was shirtless, coated in sweat, and ripped.

Roman had never seen Virgil without a jacket on and-

Wow.

Virgil, though small in stature, was very clearly well built. He was wearing nothing but workout shorts. The sweat had the light glistening off abs Roman never knew his friend had. His dark bangs were barely coasting by his heterochromatic eyes, stuck to his forehead from the sweat. He had no makeup on, revealing his freckles, and his whole body gently swayed with each pant, signaling a heavy workout.

Roman could feel his jaw on the floor. Holy- wow. He was so- wow. He could... he could probably beat Roman up.

“What?” Virgil broke the long pause.

Roman blinked and his voice seemed to stop working as his face grew very hot.

Virgil waited a little more before huffing. “If you’re freaked out cause of the sound it’s just cause my bag came off the hook. Nothing’s broke.” Virgil turned to the punching bag on the floor. With a loud grunt he grabbed the bag and lugged it back onto the hook which groaned at the sudden weight.

Virgil stretched up to refasten the hook, giving Roman a generous view of everything.

“So-” Virgil grunted as he continued fastening the hook. “It’s dinner right? That’s what you came in here for?” After a moment he sighed and patted the punching bag, signaling that it was now securely fastened. “I gotta shower but then I’ll be out. Let Patton know.”

Roman just nodded and walked out of the room.

Virgil shut the door, leaving Roman standing in the hall thinking

Oh God, I’m so gay.

#sanders sides #fluff #prinxiety #crush #mutual pining #roman sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #chaptered #fanfiction #fic #fanfic #roman sanders is very gay

[notwritinganyflufftoday]

Underwing Challenge - Day 3

Previous Posts: Day 1 | Day 2

Who is your main cast? Describe as many of your OCs as you can cram into one post.

Yesterday I introduced my WIP How to Break Every Rule in the Caretaker’s Handbook, now it’s time for the characters. I already talked a bit about the main two characters, but let’s get into detail now!

Dewdrop - they/them - approx. 2000 years old/Seasoned

All Dewdrop wants to do is protect the people close to them, which shouldn’t be much of an issue, except it’s Dewdrop and they don’t know when to quit. Dewdrop is protective to the extreme and selfish, because when everything has been taken away from them, isn’t it only natural for them to be possessive over whatever they have left? Their resilience is the only reason they haven’t gone insane during their centuries in exile.

Jonah - he/him - 17 years old

Jonah lets his emotions guide him most of the time. This makes him a thoughtful and sensitive soul. When his grandma dies and his best friend moves out of town, however, Jonah's emotions are all over the place and he sinks deep into sadness. Even when help eventually comes, Jonah might prefer to ignore his issues rather than resolve them.

Time for some side-characters:

Suzy - she/her - Jonah’s mum & Dewdrop’s human - 44 years old

Suzy’s stubborn and straightforward. She won’t waste time with pleasantries and doesn’t shy away from difficult situations or conversations. She’s fiercely protective of her kids and will call Dewdrop out on their bullshit.

Stormcloud - she/her - a negligent caretaker - Less than a century old/Sapling

Pretty sure you can figure out whose caretaker this is. Stormcloud is a troubled individual with some severe personal and mental issues, which prevent her from properly caring for her current human. She’s highly compassionate, but she doubts whether she can be of any use at all.

More under the cut:

During Dewdrop’s years of exile, they have accidentally acquired a couple of caretakers and taken them under their wing.

Fifi: the oldest of the five. She’s mute and loves gardening. She’s normally calm and serene, but when someone pisses her off, she doesn’t hesitate to shove them against a wall.

Echo: Oh boy... his relationship with Dewdrop is... complicated. Echo holds a 500 year old (give or take a few decades) grudge against Dewdrop and there’s no way to fix it (I’ve tried).

Helia: She’s like a little Dewdrop when it comes to sticking her nose in other people’s business. Dewdrop finds her endearing and sees a lot of themself in her. Helia is cheerful and outgoing and a little ball of fun chaos.

Plume: Plume’s perpetually busy and spends a lot of time with their human. They can come across as rather cold and callous, but they’re just tired 24/7

Violet: the youngest and baby of the group. She’s a sweetheart, she’s as curious as Helia, but has the courtesy not to push.

And then there’s him.

Sunflare: What can I say about him other than, to Dewdrop, Sunflare is the sun’s incarnate in a world without light. Dewdrop needs him, but they can’t have him and it’s excruciating. Or it would be if Dewdrop allowed themself to think about him. (I wish I could tell more about Sunflare’s personality, but spoilers)

On Jonah’s side of the story:

Ramiro: Jonah’s dad, he’s supportive, caring and the voice of reason in a world full of stubborn, emotional people.

Dominic: a charmer who’s at the same time full of life and also dead inside. He becomes Jonah’s ally (and maybe more?) in saying ‘fuck you’ to the world and ignoring emotional issues.

Polina: Jonah’s classmate. A girl with a socialist ideology and grandma clothes. She’s fascinated by caretakers and swears that she’ll meet hers properly one day. Not that she’d purposefully run into danger to do so, but still...

Hasim: Jonah’s study buddy, not by choice of course. While Hasim is a dork and way into D&D and history movies, he’s not that bad? But people need to stop telling Jonah that he’s the perfect guy for him, because Hasim’s totally not his type. Totally not.

Okay, this turned out way too long, my apologies, but I wanted to introduce as many of the relevant characters as possible.

#underwing challenge #wip: htberitch #character introductions #oc dewdrop #oc jonah #so much to say about all of these characters so if you have any questions or want to know more about anyone go ahead and ask

[stellanova002]

Sanders Sides Highschool AU - “Stay True to Yourself”

This story is going to focus on all the sides and the different dilemmas they face. (The dilemmas can reach from school, family, friends to personal identity.)

Characters: Logan, Patton, Roman, Virgil and Remus and Janus.

Summary: Virgil has moved around all his life and never been able to quite settle down. He and his dad have just moved to Florida, and Virgil is super nervous about starting high school. Adding to the already existing fear of going to high school, is also the fact that Virgil always has been picked on in school. He doesn’t know if it is because of his style in clothing, his hobbies or the fact that he is.....well, gay. And he has finally had enough! Virgil decides to put on a tougher persona, so, when school starts he is never letting anyone mess with him ever again.

-

Chapter 1

Growing up and figuring out who you are is one of the hardest challenges you can face; Especially as a teenager. You are expected to know what you want your future to look like while you also struggle with grades, family, friends, and all the other things going on in your body. You are no longer a child but also nowhere near grown-up. And the adults in your life will constantly remind you of this. They seem to get to decide when you are old enough to take responsibility and when you are too young to make your own decisions. 

And nowhere is this more apparent than in high school. 

It is Monday morning and the summer break is over. A small car is driving on the highway with two individuals inside. A father and a son. In the car's backseat, the son, Virgil, shifts his focus from the road to the window, trying to keep himself occupied. The world outside keeps on passing by and the speed is making all buildings, trees, and people look like blurred objects. 

Meanwhile, in the driver's seat, the father adjusts the rearview mirror to take a look at his son. Virgil has his head leaned on his palm and is staring out the window, he is wearing his usual striped hoodie, a dark purple t-shirt, and ripped black jeans. 

Virgil’s father sights. It’s been two years since the death of his wife and Virgil has been going through a lot. He has lost count of how many times Virgil has had to switch schools because of bullying, and how many times they’d been forced to move because of his old job. 

Virgil and his father are new to the city, they recently moved here during the summer break. One of the many reasons for moving was that Virgil's father got a new job and he thought it would be the perfect opportunity to start over. 

The light from the sun then bounces off the mirror and reflects onto Virgil. Virgil who is blinded by it turns to see where it came from, only to discover that his dad is looking at him.

Noticing that he’s been caught his dad quickly looks back on the road, embarrassed.

Virgil then sits up and starts to fiddle with his fingers, unable to distract from his thoughts any longer.

'What if I screw up? What if I say something wrong that will make everyone hate me?! Dad would eventually find out and come to the confusion that we'd have to move again. Fuck. Can we even afford to move?! Dad just got a new job. We just got here and now I'm going to end up ruining everything! Why do I always have to be such a pain?!'

Virgil's father tries to call his son's name but Virgil is not responding - being too caught up in his spiraling thoughts. 

The car then slows down to a gentle crawl. Virgil's father leans back and gently pats Virgil on his knee. "Hey buddy, how are you holding up?" His touch is enough to snap Virgil out of it. 

After a moment's silence, Virgil turns to his dad and shrugs. “I dunno. Fine, I guess…”

“That did not look fine." 

“I- I’m just nervous”, Virgil admits, “I don’t want to screw this up.”

"You won't screw anything up." His father's gaze is stern. "You never have and you never will." 

Virgil wrinkles his nose and scoffs. 'We all know that's not true' 

"Besides everyone is nervous on their first day, you won't be the only one."

"Yeah, but not everyone has anxiety", Virgil mutters to himself. 

His father turns his head away, clenching his jaw, not knowing how to respond to that. Instead, they continue to drive in silence. 

Virgil is sitting hunched, his body turned away from his dad. 

"What I meant to say was… ", his father says, unable to take the silence any longer, "Everyone is starting their freshman year. This is a new school and people have surely matured during the summer. I don't think you have anything to be afraid of." 

"I'm not so sure… I mean look at me!" Virgil gestures to himself. 

"I am", his father says, "and all I see is a perfectly normal boy." 

Virgil snorts. "Yeah right, because a normal boy would totally wear this, put on eyeshadow, and get a crush on other boys!" 

"Yes!" 

"Normal boys didn't get bullied like me, dad!" 

His dad grips the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles turn white. Of course, he knows that Virgil has never been like most kids; He was always a little too sensitive and enjoyed things that most boys didn't. However, all that still doesn't justify how other people treated him. 

Yes, his son may not be like the majority but so what!? There is nothing wrong with that. 

"We're here…" The car, now in the school's parking lot, comes to a stop. Virgil climbs out of the car and grabs his backpack, he adjusts the large headphones around his neck and shuts the door. 

His father scrolls down the car window.

"Love you, stormcloud."

Virgil gives his father a small smile. "Yeah, I know dad.." 

He tilts his head, a serious expression on his face. "And promise me that you will begin to stand up for yourself."

"...Yeah...I’ll try...." 

The window slowly begins to creep back up. "I'm serious!”, he points to his son, “I need to get to work now, call me if you need anything and please, at least try to make some friends. Okay, kiddo?" 

Virgil just nods, not willing to make any promises. 

The car then begins to drive away and fade from Virgil's eye view. After it disappears Virgil takes a deep breath as he turns to look at his new school, a dreaded feeling in his stomach. 

Ugh! He is so tired of being scared of places like this. 

Behind this door, anything could happen. His life could finally change for the better; he could meet new friends and make high school the best years of his life...or….It could be another school filled with bullies making him wish he was never born.

Although... thinking back to his earlier school years, Virgil might think of a way to make people leave him alone. In his previous schools, there were always those kids that nobody dared to mess with. They were confident, took no one’s bullshit, and had, let’s just say...a bad reputation. Not even the worst bullies dared to do anything to them. 

With determination in his eyes, Virgil flattens his hair and makes his bangs cover his eyes. He straightens his posture, puts his hands in his pockets, and marches towards the school. 

“Friends”, Virgil sneers, “Never had them before so why should I need them now?" 

'Besides, who would even want to be friends with someone like me…' 

-

"Patton!"

"Yeah, mom?!"

"Could you please come down and help me, sweetie?!" 

"Of course! I'll be right there!"

Twenty minutes away from the school, in a nice little cul-de-sac, a boy dressed in a cyan-blue polo shirt and grey cardigan bounces down the stairs and walks into his kitchen. 

In the kitchen, his mom is standing and preparing lunch while his siblings, Liam and Fiona, are eating cereal by the kitchen table.

Patton gives his mom a huge smile. "Morning, mom!" 

She returns the gesture, "Good morning", she says and puts in three peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in the lunch bags. 

Patton looks around, "What did you want help with?" 

"Can you take these bags and put them in Fiona and Liam's backpacks." 

"Sure thing!" 

Patton walks up to his mom, gives her a peck on the cheek, and takes the sandwiches to the backpacks down the hall. 

After putting the bags in the backpacks Patton checks to see if his siblings have packed everything; extra clothes; some fruit; a stuffed animal. He just knows they can't bear to be without them. 

When he gets back to the kitchen, Fiona and Liam have already put their bowls in the sink and run upstairs to brush their teeth. 

Patton is just about to go up and see if they need help when his mom calls for him:

“Patton, honey can I talk to you for a second?” The smile on her face is gone and she is standing with her arms tangled in front of her. 

Patton hesitates. Has he done something wrong?

He puts his hands behind his back and twists his body before he makes his way to his mom, eyes looking down at the floor. 

She kneels, takes a hold of his hands, and pulls them forward. 

"Am I in trouble…?", Patton asks, a lump forming in his throat. 

"No, sweetie…", she kisses his forehead, "You're not in trouble. I'm sorry if I made it seem that way." 

Patton’s whole body relaxes and he lets out a sigh of relief.

“Your Dad and I have just been talking about something", her smile drops and it turns into a frown. "We are going to be very short on staff at work, both at the hospital and at the residential home. It is going to be very likely that we both need to work overtime. This will affect a lot of things back home, things like picking up Fiona and Liam from school, dropping them off at training, and helping them with their homework." His mom grabs his hand tightly. "I know this isn’t fair - but Dad and I need you to step up and take some more responsibility. Can you do that?“

Patton’s parents both work in service jobs. His dad works as a nurse at the hospital and his mom works at a residential home. It's not the best-paying jobs but they manage to get by and Patton couldn’t be more proud of them and the work that they do. 

But there is part of him that is worried about how this will affect school. What if this is going to negatively affect his grades and make him fall behind. 

Patton looks at his mom, standing there in her uniform, looking tired and just waiting for an answer. He can’t possibly say something to make her feel bad. He is starting high school right now, he shouldn’t even have any hesitations about this… 

A selfless person wouldn't…. 

Patton puts on his most genuine smile. “Of course. It is about time to practice some...uhh….adultery!”

She snickers. 

“I am so proud of you! Continuing to be our happy little boy.”

“That’s me!”, Patton points to himself. 

Mom gives him a hug, stands up, and lightly pushes him towards the stairs. “I think it’s time for you to go up and tell your brother and sister that they need to hurry up. The school bus is almost here.” 

-

“Beep! Beep! Beep!” Roman groans at the sound of the alarm.

The alarm keeps beeping for a while before he sits up in his bed and turns to the side to shut it off. Roman then quickly yawns and looks at the clock: 

It’s 6:50. 

School starts at 8:00 so he might as well wake up and get ready. It takes time to look as fabulous as he does every day. 

And it's about half an hour's drive from his dad's mansion to the school. 

Roman gets out of bed and makes his way to the bathroom. He passes by his brother Remus' room and it's pitch black, he is still fast asleep and snoring loudly.

Roman rolls his eyes and walks up to his brother's bed. He claps his hands and the lights turn on, but Remus just groans. Roman then grabs the covers and pulls them off. 

But as the covers come off Roman sees something he wishes he could unsee. "OH MY GOD!", Roman shrieks.

There laying in his bed is Remus; Naked. 

Remus stretches out his whole body, sheepishly smiling at Roman. "Morning, Ro. Slept well?" 

"Shut up! Where are your clothes?!" 

Remus swings his feet off the bed, laughing. "You should know that by now, Roman. I sleep in the buff." 

"That is disgusting!" Roman throws a pair of underwear at his brother. "Get dressed."

While Remus puts on the underpants Roman goes to the bathroom to get ready. He locks the door, takes off his pajamas, and gets in the shower. 

After washing himself and putting on deodorant, Roman looks at his reflection in the mirror. 'Looking good~'.

He dries his hair, combs it, and finishes it up with some hairspray. And as a final touch, he puts on a light patch of makeup - some baby cream, foundation, and just a small winged eyeliner. 

'Wouldn't want dad to make a big deal of it.'

BAM! BAM! BAM! 

Roman flinches at the sudden noise. "What the hell Remus?!"

Remus continues to knock on the door."Get out of the bathroom, Ro! It's my turn. You know that there's not enough makeup in the world to improve that mug!"

"WE HAVE THE SAME FACE." 

Roman takes his bathrobe and throws the door open. He gives his brother an annoyed glance as they switch places. 

He looks at the clock in the hall: 7:15 

Shit!!!

Roman ruches back to his room and puts on the clothes he laid out yesterday. After putting on tight-fitted jeans, a white t-shirt, and a red sports-jacket, he runs down the house's marble staircase and into the kitchen. 

As Roman enters the kitchen, he sees that his father is in the dining room reading the newspaper with a cup of coffee. Roman hesitates before he fills his bowl with some yogurt and berries, and joins him at the table. His father is wearing his pristine dark blue suit and his suitcase rest beside his chair. 

He glances at Roman, eyeing him up and down. “Son.”

“Father.”

Remus arrives just a few minutes later, his hair is wet from the shower and he's putting on socks in a hurry. He's wearing a booger green shirt, black military-printed pants, and a spiked leather jacket. Remus glances at the clock and notices that he has limited time, so he decides to take a banana from the fruit bowl. The atmosphere is uneasy as they all continue to eat their breakfast. 

The father then takes a long sip of his coffee before folding his newspaper and leaning down on the table. 

“Boys, you are about to move onto the next stage of your lives and I think it’s important that you begin to act your age.” He glares at Roman. “Which starts by quitting your childish hobbies and focusing on something more worthwhile”. 

Roman slams his hand on the counter. "But dad!" 

"No objections! You are a talented sportsman son, it's about time you quit that girly activity and apply to the school's football team." 

He then looks at Remus, who has put the whole banana in his mouth. “And Remus, I don't ask for much, just don't get into a habit of getting into trouble. And please, try not to ruin this family’s reputation…”

“Yes, dad…”, Roman sights.

“Whatever you say, pops” Remus scoffs, why should he care about his family's stupid reputation. It's only a reputation for being boring rich snobs anyway. 

Their father straightens his tie, stands up, and grabs his suitcase. "Mr. Sato will drive you to school. I have to get to the airport for my business trip. You’ll be staying with your mom this week, and I’ll see you at the end of the weekend." He puts away his coffee mug and leaves the kitchen without saying anything else to them; no “good luck”, no “have a great day”, or even “I love you”. 

Roman can only hope to hear at least a goodbye from his father but knows he is gone the moment the front door slams shut.

The twins then finish their breakfast and step outside, waiting for Mr.Sato to drive the car out of the garage. He opens the door for both of them, respectfully nodding his head to say good morning. Roman returns the gesture. 

Mr. Sato is the boy’s personal chauffeur, the one who has taken them to school for most of their lives. Roman really likes Sato, he always listens to him and makes him feel like he can be himself around him. He’s who Roman will turn to when he needs to vent to anyone besides his friends. 

Roman’s face lights up as he thinks about them. That’s right, he’ll see his friends today! God, how he’s missed them. Patton’s warm hugs, Logan’s wordplays, their playful banter. 

If one thing is certain is that these school years will be just like the rest. Just him, Logan, and Patton. Like it always has been. 

Like it always will be.

#sanders sides high school au #high school au #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #remus sanders #Janus Sanders #stay true to yourself #eventual prinxiety #eventual logicality #eventual demus #eventual dukeceit #sanders sides fic

[kanene-yaaay]

What’s the matter, Giggly Storm?

Kanene’s note: HAAAAAPPYYYY DAAAAAY DEAR @lazytickles!!!! I know, I know, I am VEEERY late buuuuut I still wish you a wonderful and magnificent non-birthday day!! Gooooosh!!!! You’re amazing, fun, adorable and I’m really glad to be your friend! >w<

Okay, I got a little carried away, again sdfghjkedfrtgyuj. Enjoy your gift! x3

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* This characters don’t belongs to me! They all belong to Thomas Sanders and his series Sanders Sides!

* This is a SFW Tickle teasy fanfic, so, if you don’t appreciate this kind of content, please, look for another blog. There are a plenty of fabulous arts in this site!!  ^w^)b

* This is most like a teasy post with Ler!Roman and implied Lee!Virgil

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/

* Since  it’s a gift: Essa fanfic não será traduzida, mals. Thankys for reading, my lollipops!

[~*~]

“Ticklish? Oh, no, no. The big, bad, Virgil can not be something so cute and sweet as ticklish, right? Hm? What did you say? For me, the most incredible and stunning prince of the entire world to shut up? But I’m agreeing with you, Stormcloud! I’m just saying that it doesn’t matter how much I scribble on your neck, being careful to go veeeeery slowly up up up to behind your red little ears and then going calmly dooown to your collarbones only to repeat the process again and again and again, or if I swirl my nails on your armpits, scratching and encircling that exactly spot on the middle just to go lightly  t i c k l i n g all the way up to your elbows and repeating the cycle so you can never, ever, ever, predict when I decide to finally strike, digging in that lovely pits of yours!

But, of course! What am I saying? Doing all of this and more will result in nothing at all because you claimed to me you’re not ticklish. Not even a little. An itsy bitsy tickly ticklish. So it will probably be so easy for you to keep your arms nice and up for me, right? Doesn’t it sound fun?! What? Now, now, my citric friend, you really need to speak out loud if you want me to understand you! Honestly! 

Okay, okay! I need to ask- stop bating my hands away, geez! They’re just tired and attempting to rest a bit here on your sides, and if they end up poking and prodding a bit your sensitive ribs? They’re just accommodating themselves, be a little patience would ya? – Anyway, as I was saying before being so rudely interrupted, seeing you shaking and hiding that beautiful and now completely red face of yours behind your hands, refusing to talk to me more than one or two adorable squeaks makes me feel like you’re trying to hide something here. What thing you may ask? Look, I really, reaaaally don’t know- Hey hey! What did I just say about trying to pry my hands away? They’re just walking around, man! Scratching, poking, drawing forms and giving a special attention to every inch of every single rib? Yeah! But they’re bored! In case you didn’t notice I’m doing my best efforts trying to engage a conversation here but you’re just too much occupied being a wiggle wiggley worm to answer me so, for real, you’re the one to blame.

ANYWAY! What were I talking about? Oh, yes! You wouldn’t be so malefic to hide something from you best, most stunning and handsome friend Roman, would you, Virgey?  Something like… a melodious laughter, amazing giggly giggles or adorable snorts… No? What do you mean by ‘nohohoho’? Are you denying my compliments? Now that won’t do! No, no, don’t you try to squirm and escape from the squeezes I’m so dearly gifting to your sides! Also, squeeze is such a good sounding word, don’t you think? I mean, look!

Did-

Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze, squeeze, squeezesqueezesqueezesqueeze! THERE IS! That precious, beautiful laughter I’m talking about!!! See, I told you it was melodious! Such a fabulous song! All the high pitched squeaks, the sweet yelps and great squeals… It’s really inspiring, my wiggley, cutie little worm. I even thought in a song we could both sing together!! What? No, no! No hiding your adorable face again! Here, let me- stop squirming, I’m trying to help you! Oh, keep that death treats for yourself, we both know you’re loving this just was much as I am!

Now there we go! I will keep those hands aaaaall the way up here so they don’t get on our way, okay? Don’t give me that pout! You’re very wrong if you think I will not ticke tickle tickle tickle that sensitive hips of yours just to put that shiny smile again in your face!! 

Did you-

Did you just scoff? At my very own handsome face?? Are you doubting my tickly skills? Oh, you better get ready because YOU asked for this! 

Hm? Why am I lowering my head? No reason! No reason at all! ‘Don’t’? Dohohohon’t, what, dear Giggly Storm? I’m doing nothing! Just getting a little closer and closer and cloooser and- Oops, my fingers slipped! Well, don’t be that surprised! You were all squirmy and arching your back! Honestly, it was like you’re begging for me to tickle, drum my fingers all over your ticklish, oh, sorry, I mean sensitive spine. 

Now, hypothetical question, if you could have all the raspberries, and I mean AAAAAAAALL the raspberries on you quivering belly, your ticklish ribs, your blushy neck and on every single tickle spot you would dare to ever imagine how much of them would you want? 

And after that? Oh, don’t worry, adorable lee, I am full of ideas already!

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[stormcrawler75]

oh my gosh!! you've got such an amazing bingo board!!! ok, i'm gonna toss you four squares all with one character - if you'd like, you can count this one ask across multiple fics, or try to double up tropes in one fic, or disregard some of the prompts altogether, whatever works best for you! but i would 100% love to see how you write virgil with 1, healing pod malfunction, 2, came back wrong, 3, truth potion/serum, or 4, i know you're in there somewhere fight?

Warnings: Major Character Death, Necromancy, death.

Characters: Roman Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Remus Sanders, Janus Sanders with Mentions of Patton and Logan.

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“I can’t believe you! How could you do this, Remus!? How?!”

Remus rolled his eyes, accepting a tray from his personal servant. He ignored how his servant kept his eyes on the ground with a pale shaky look to him. “Hey, is it really my fault that Necromancy is super easy to figure out? Janus and I figured it out in less than a month.” He turned and grinned at his older brother, looking uncomfortable and out of place in Remus’ bed chambers. “Get that grumpy look off your face! Look, we fixed everything!”

“Fix-” Roman stormed forward, waving his arms wildly, “Necromancy is banned, Remus! If you weren’t a Prince then you and Janus would be thrown into the dungeon and V-” Roman cut himself off with a pained grimace. “...The person you brought back would be granted a mercy kill. The Nobles Families are already pushing for that to happen and I... I...”

Remus gripped the tray with his and his consorts’ dinner on it tightly, his knuckles turning white. “Finish that fucking sentence,” he hissed, glaring at Roman. “Finish it. I fucking dare you.”

There was a long tense silence where nothing happened except the two brothers staring at each other, one glaring defensively and the other with a pleading look in his eyes. The silence was broken with a low groan from the other occupant of the room. Remus fixed a smile to his face and brushed past Roman, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Hey, Sleepyhead. Glad to see you awake!”

Virgil’s eyes slowly opened, his unnatural purple eyes having a tired glaze to them. While his body had been restored exactly to how it had been before his death - no decay and the gaping hole in his stomach gone like it had never been there in the first place - there were dark circles under his eyes like he hadn’t slept in months. Which he had, of course. He had barely done anything but sleep. “Remus,” he whispered. His voice was so soft and quiet that Remus could barely pick up on it. “Where’s Lo? And Pat? They were just here.”

Remus heard Roman’s breath hitch at the mention of Virgil’s long dead older brothers but didn’t react besides gently smoothing down Virgil’s bangs. “That was just a dream, Stormcloud. Hey, why don’t we have dinner? I got your favourite. Remember the chef’s special pie? I got a whole slice just for you.”

“It tastes like ash,” Virgil whispered. He stared at Remus with eyes that looked devoid of life. “Everything tastes like ash.”

“It’s just a little side effect, Stormy. Janus said that’d your tastebuds would come back soon, I promise,” Remus vowed, taking Virgil’s shaking hand and pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles. He grinned over his shoulder at Roman, ignoring that pale sheen to his brother’s face. “See?! He’s back and as good as new!”

Virgil’s slowly turned to look at Roman, a thin and pained smile spreading across his face. “My King? You did survive. I, I told Logan and Patton I saved you and I did.” he reached out to Roman, the King immediately taking it in his own.

Roman knelt by Virgil’s bed, pressing Virgil’s hand to his cheek. “You did save me,” he whispered, tears pooling in his eyes. “You did and I’m so proud of you. You were the best of my King’s guard. I wrote of your accomplishes and,” his voice trembled and Roman took a shaky breath, “and my people sing songs of your bravery. Virgil the Brave, they call you.”

“The Brave,” Virgil whispered back. His smile widened but it looked wrong, like butter spread over too thinly over bread. “I like that. Patton told me, he told me when he died to be brave.” He blinked in confusion when Roman’s tears started trailing down his cheeks. “My K-King? What’s wrong? Did I, did I upset you?”

Roman laughed wetly and shook his head. “No, no my friend. You didn’t upset me. I’m just worried about you, that’s all. You look so tired.” He cupped Virgil’s cheek, looking over him and asked softly, “How are you feeling? Are you okay?”

“I’m tired,” Virgil whispered. He rubbed at his eyes and whispered out, “I’m just so tired.”

“Then perhaps we should leave you to rest, my Dearest.”

Remus and Roman turned to the doorway where Janus, the Court’s Wizard, stood. The scales spreading across his face glittered in the light of the setting light, giving him an otherworldly look. “It’s been a long day for you,” Janus hummed, walking forward and tucking the blankets up to Virgil’s chin. “You had a walk in the gardens in the morning and then you and I read some books. It’s been a productive day.”

Virgil blinked at him slowly and took his hand. “Okay,” he whispered softly. He looked up at Janus and asked softly, “Do you think I’ll see Patton and Logan again in my dreams?”

“I’m sure you will,” Janus hummed, gently kissing Virgil’s cheek. He took Remus’ hand and pulled him up. “You have a good rest, Dearest. We’ll be joining you in just a few minutes after we say goodbye to the King.” He turned and looked at Roman, arching an eyebrow at the tears dripping of Roman’s chin. “My King? Shall we?”

Roman’s jaw trembled and he croaked out, “This isn’t right. This isn’t right, Remus. Janus, you are the Court’s Wizard and you know that this isn’t right. Look at him,” he cried, waving a hand at a confused Virgil. “Is this what you wanted?! He was at rest, who are you to-” He cut himself off as a cold wind blew through the air, blowing off the candles and oil lamp.

Janus stood up straight, glaring at his King with bright golden eyes. “I am his Husband, that’s who I am,” he hissed, his voice echoing with power. “It wasn’t his time, I know this. If it wasn’t for you, then we’d never have to do this in the first place. If you hadn’t needed Virgil to jump in front of you and get-” he cut himself off and looked away, his face softening slightly as he stared at Virgil. “Leave,” he said softly, the power disappearing from his voice. “My Dearests and I will be having a private dinner tonight.”

There was a long, tense silence that was only broken by Virgil whispering, “Why can’t King Roman stay? Patton and Logan are going to be staying.”

“No, Dearest,” Janus said, smiling at him gently with a sad look in his eyes. “No, they won’t be. And the King has things to do. Perhaps tomorrow.” He glanced back at Roman, narrowing his eyes at the still crying King. “King Roman... you’re busy, aren’t you?”

“...Yes,” Roman whispered. He smiled at Virgil sadly, not bothering to wipe away the tears. “I’ll visit with you tomorrow, my friend.” He left with tears still rolling down his face. He closed the door behind him, just as he let out a sob.

How could Remus have done this?

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[djpurple3]

I Just Keep Losing My Beat Chapter 12

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11

ljisdfhjfdg ok im posting now before i forget!! hope yall are having a good day.

Relationships: Platonic Creativitwins. Eventual Intrulogical. Do NOT tag as r*mr*m.

Characters: Remus Sanders; Roman Sanders; kid!Deceit (called William) Sanders; kid!Virgil Sanders; OCs; Logan Sanders; kid!Patton Sanders; teen!Sleep/Remy (nb!Remy), Emile Picani.

Genre: Human AU, Single Dad AU, Slowburn, hurt/comfort, both angst & fluff

Chapter’s Wordcount: 1,788 words [under the cut]

Chapter Warnings: Anxiety, Intrusive Thoughts, Swearing, brief mention of drugs ...not a lot in this chapter? it’s pretty tame... if there’s anything else let me know

Chapter 12/?

Chapter 12 hhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The week was stressful, in a weird and hazy sort of a way. From moment to moment, Remus was stressed, but as soon as the day ended he wasn’t sure what had happened. He was so tired. Roman was trying to be helpful, he saw that Roman was trying to do more to help, but that made Remus’ skin crawl, if he was honest. It was nice Roman was thinking of him, but Remus was an adult! Remus needed to be able to do this! Before he knew it, it was Thursday night, and he was putting William to bed. “Da,” William said through a big yawn, “remember the parent meeting thingy tomorrow.” “Ah, yes,” Remus exclaimed like he’d forgotten, exaggeratedly slapping his forehead as if he were in a silent movie. “Thank you!” William giggled, and snuggled under his blankets a little more. “Sleep well, rattlesnake,” Remus hummed, tucking the blankets up to William’s chin and pressing a kiss into William’s forehead. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” “Yes, Da,” William mumbled. “Love you.” Remus smiled softly at that, and brushed William’s hair out of his face. “Love you too, Will,” he cooed. “Forever and always. Goodnight.” “G’nigh’.” Remus quickly left the room, closing the door softly behind him. From across the way, he could hear Virgil beginning to stir, and he managed to settle him back down with his favourite soft toy (a patchwork and very well loved purple elephant called Horton, whom Remus had had to replace the eyes several times, until they no longer matched). Virgil mumbled some tired almost-words at Remus, but he picked ‘da’ out of the mix, and that was enough for him. “Goodnight, stormcloud,” Remus hummed, and kissed Virgil on the forehead as well. Virgil stretched, making a squeaky-humming sort of sound, before snuggling back down with Horton the Elephant clutched firmly to his chest. Very soon, the air was filled with tiny snores, and Remus silently backed out of the room with his heart just full of love. He didn’t do a lot of things right, but he had no idea what he had done correctly in order to deserve these two bundles of joy.

He trundled downstairs and smiled at Roman, who was at the dining table, documents scattered all around him. Roman didn’t notice him at first, too busy sketching something on a loose sheet of paper in front of him. Remus passed by, patting Roman on the shoulder as he traipsed past into the kitchen. Roman jumped, but laughed at himself as he realised it was just his brother. “I’m making tea,” Remus said. “Want some?” “Please,” Roman agreed, and he stretched in his chair. “I feel like an idiot being so stressed over this but…” Roman sighed and shook his head. “I wrote the first book, yeah,” he gestured vaguely. “And I’ve got most of the second written in some form or other.” “Already?” Remus blinked in surprise. “You told me it was a third done two months ago.” “I…” Roman scratched his head. “I got to work.” “Well done,” Remus nodded, raising his mug in congratulations as Roman carded his hands through his hair and looked down at the table. “But I’ve got to be able to tell how the story ends,” Roman argued, voice wobbly. “I should know what’s going on. And I kinda do? But not enough to start the third book and certainly not enough for the fourth.” “You’ve barely finished drafting book two!” Remus exclaimed, pouring the tea into Roman’s mug and carrying it over. “Authors take years, even decades, to write books, let alone series! Of course you don’t have enough to go off yet, you haven’t created that content, that groundwork. And you will, because I know you. And also you signed a contract. A contract that acknowledged the time you will or might need to spend on this. Ro?” Roman looked up as Remus placed his mug down next to him. “You’re overthinking this,” Remus stated firmly. Roman laughed at that, but accepted the tea gratefully. “Of course I am,” he shot back. “This is my future. This is our future. It needs to be perfect.” Roman flinched as the stab of guilt that shot through Remus’ heart registered on his face. “No, no, Roman, you don’t need to push yourself, it doesn’t have to be perfect, and it doesn’t have to be soon,” Remus tried to comfort. “Remus,” Roman said in a low voice. “Look… I know you think I’m unobservant. But I can see you’re running yourself ragged so that I don’t have to lift a finger.” Remus stared at the table. A conflicted frown flitted across his face. “I’m not…” he stammered. “I don’t… I don’t think you’re doing nothing.” “But I am,” Roman tore at his hair. “You literally made it,” Remus reiterated. “And I’m trying to support you through that.” “I could flop,” Roman whispered, hoarse and empty, in a way that made Remus flinch. “And all this would be for nothing, and Mama would be right.” “Don’t,” Remus growled, and he crowded in close to Roman to wrap his arms around his brother. “Don’t you even dare start to think that way.” Roman’s lip was wobbling. “You have all the time in the world,” Remus shook his head. “I know so, because I am making it so. I’m your big brother, and I promised to look after you.” Roman was clinging back, and he was crying softly. Remus squeezed gently. “When was the last time you slept?” he inquired in a calming voice. Roman gasped quietly for air. “I…” Roman buried his head in Remus’ upper arm. “I only got, like, three hours last night.” Remus hummed in sympathy. He knew what that was like. “You know what that means?” he said, taking his brother by the shoulders and helping him out of his chair. “It means you need to go to bed. You’ll hate yourself less in the morning.” Roman mumbled something. “What was that?” Roman’s lips twitched into a smile, and he repeated in his best John Mulaney impression: “Do my friends hate me, or do I just need to go to sleep?” Remus laughed at that. “Exactly,” he hooted. “No one hates you, so that leaves one option.” “Go to sleep?” “Go to sleep,” Remus confirmed. “Up you pop, your highness. Off to bed with you.” Roman glanced at the dining table longingly. Remus sighed. “Fine,” he smiled. “You have until you finish your tea to get your last thoughts down.” Roman eyed him, set his mug down far away across the table, and settled back into his seat, a hint of a grin about his lips. Remus rolled his eyes. “I take it back,” he grumbled. “You have until I finish my tea to get your last thoughts down. Then I’m dragging you to bed.” Roman’s face twisted from amusement to vague panic, and he scrambled for his pencil as Remus took a long, loud, slow slurp of his tea.

Remus… ended up going to bed late that night. So did Roman. Because Roman started asking him his opinion on some of his design choices as he held up a sketch and then it spiralled into an in-depth conversation about Roman’s world building and characters, and only when it hit 1am did Remus realise his mistake.

And when it hit 1am, Remus was dragging Roman out of his seat and up the stairs, Roman doing his best to chug his now-cold tea as Remus wrestled him into his room. “Remus-” “Not a word, Roman,” Remus hushed briskly. “I’m not a child,” Roman twisted out of his brother’s grip and sat on his bed in a humph. “I can go to bed whenever I like.” “Perhaps you can,” Remus said, hands on his hips. “But you…!” He pursed his lips, and scrambled for a reason. “See?” Roman threw his hands in the air. “You’re not my dad! I’m thirty two!” “I’m thirty two!” Remus shot back. “And? You’re awake at 1am too!” “Yes, but you don’t have to get up in five hours!” Roman’s frustrated expression dropped to one of more open concern. Remus rubbed his face. Great. He’d gone with the guilt-trip route; just lovely. “I’m sorry,” they both said at the same time. Roman tried to smile, and he rose to his feet as Remus took a couple steps back. “Half the time, you’re overseeing me going to bed,” Roman tutted, and he took Remus by the elbow and all but marched him to his own room. “But you need looking-after too. I should’ve sent you to bed, like, three hours ago.” “I wouldn’t’ve gone,” Remus shrugged, stumbling through the doorway and smiling at his brother. “It’s been too long since I actually hung out with you.” “We live together.” “Yeah,” Remus shrugged. “But we hadn’t talked.” Roman blinked down at the carpet for a moment, before he gently guided Remus across his room without a word.

“Like,” Remus continued, rubbing his face and searching for words. “You hadn’t talked about your book, like the characters and stuff, with me for ages. I… missed it. I like hearing about what you come up with. It’s clever. My favourite character is Jeremy. He’s funny.” “I’m glad you think so,” Roman murmured, voice wobbly, and he helped Remus sit down on his bed, because Remus was so sore, so achey, and he forgot to have any meds for ‘flu or whatever but he didn’t care. “Jeremy was based on you.” Remus slumped back onto his pillows, kicking of his shoes, before he realised what Roman said, and he froze. “Really?” he mumbled, voice small and shocked. “But he’s so… cool. So good.” “He struggles, he overcomes, he protects, and he cares,” Roman smiled, and in the dark, it was nearly impossible to tell that Roman was quietly crying now. “He cares so deeply, about everyone around him, almost as much as you.” Remus couldn’t find the words to reply in any sort of way. Roman tucked him in, in a way that no one had done for Remus for decades, and Remus couldn’t help but sigh. “Sleep well, Re,” Roman hushed, patting him on the top of his head. “Love you.” “Love you too,” Remus mumbled back automatically, lips tugged up into a smile as even with the tiniest of prompting, he was about to slip off to sleep. “Thank you, Roman.” Roman patted his head again, humming under his breath a little, before padding across the room and pausing in the doorway. “Door open or closed?” he asked. “Closed,” Remus mumbled. “Okay. Goodnight, bro.” “G’nigh’.” Roman shut the door. Remus was out like a light.

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[princeanxious]

How to tame your Anxiety

A collab between Hikarisakurariver and Stormcrawler75 because Princeanxious was feeling bad and we wanted to do something to help. Luka we hope you enjoy the ThVi fluff.

Warnings: Mild Angst and self depreciating thoughts.

Characters Thomas sanders and Virgil Sanders. Logan and roman are mentioned.

It had been a long day, one that never seemed to end. Virgil groaned trying to order his thoughts, but they won't calm down!

The stress from the day just never seemed to end, no matter what Virgil did to try and calm down. He had listened to music, sketched in his sketchbook, and tried to take a nap but nothing had eased his anxiety even a little. It was making Virgil insane which just seemed to make his anxiety go just that much higher. He didn't even know where the stress was coming from or what was triggering it. Maybe that was just another reason why Virgil couldn't calm down.

He was trying so hard and it was hard that when Thomas pulled him from the mind palace into reality, he was ready to start crying. He wanted to apologize for being a pain and tell him he would try harder, but all the words died in his throat the moment he saw Thomas. He looked just as stressed as Virgil did which made Virgil feel even worse. He shuddered and broke out into tears, hugging himself as he cried. Thomas was hugging him to his chest gently, rocking him and making quiet comforting noises as they sank onto the steps. Virgil shook in Thomas's arms and sobbed into Thomas' shoulder.

"It's been a tough day, hasn't it Virge," Thomas said softly, running his fingers through his hair. Virgil didn't dare look up. He could hear how tired Thomas was and felt so terrible because it was all his fault. If he could just get to sleep then Thomas might actually get some sleep. But the static in his head...

"Virgil? Can you stand, Stormcloud?"

Why wasn't Thomas shouting at him and telling him to get his act together? he was managing everything wrong! He was a terrible side. But even so, he couldn't stop gripping Thomas's shirt tightly like a child and hiding his face in Thomas' shoulder. He squeaked in surprise when Thomas just lifted him bridal style and carried him over to the couch, practically falling onto it with Virgil curled up on his chest.

Thomas hugged him tightly and Virgil felt his arms wrap around him. A weight of a soft blanket covered him and, was Thomas humming? The static in his brain slowly got marginally better but he had to focus to keep track of the things going on.

"W-h-y?" Virgil forced out. He swallowed, the words sticking in his throat. Why was talking so hard? But he had to know why Thomas was acting so kind to him? The source of all of this?

"Why what?"

"I just mess everything up," Virgil sobbed. Each word took more energy than he had to give so he just hoped Thomas could just piece it together, he really couldn't do it again.

"..." Thomas's grip tightened until - for a brief moment - it was a touch painful until Thomas quickly gentled his grip. Virgil felt Thomas rest his head on top of his with a sigh. "Virgil your not messing anything up, Today was just a very bad day. These days happen."

But he'd made it so much worse by fixating on all the little things, he'd been too slow to prioritize the activities, Logan was pretty irritated at him he was sure, he'd have to apologize later. Everything was spiralling out of control and everyone was mad at him and he couldn't breathe, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't-

"Virgil. Stop." Thomas's voice was even and calm, but he also left no room for anything but compliance. "breath with me in 2,3,4,5 hold 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, out 2,3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. Great job, Virge, let's try again."

They repeated the exercise for what seemed like forever. Virgil lost track as he focused on the breathing pattern, slowly calming down. Had it been a few minutes, an hour? who knew.

By the end, Virgil felt like he could at least think somewhat straight. (Ugh, Roman was rubbing off on him.)

"Better?" Thomas rubbed his back affectionately. Virgil just gave a small nod. "Okay, here's the plan."

Thomas grabbed the remote to the tv and turned it onto the Disney channel, selecting a movie.

"We are going to cuddle and watch movies and point out all the terrible flaws in beloved family film franchises until it's well past our bedtimes, and tomorrow can take care of itself." 

Virgil sniffled and whipped at his eyes. "Tomorrow us are going to hate us for this."

Thomas grinned and shrugged. "Meh, that's Tomorrow Thomas and Virgil's problems. Let them deal with it."

There were a few seconds where Virgil thought about protesting. And then he went limp onto Thomas' chest, letting out an exhausted breath. Yeah, he thought, Tomorrow him could deal with it. For now, he could take a while to relax with Thomas. They both needed it.

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