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ghostylen · 1 year
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It’s the gang 🌈
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boydidthatgowell · 1 year
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logan, bursting through the front door: I’M GONNA SAY THE F WORD.
patton, clearly taken aback: LOGAN NOOOO —
virgil, skidding across the house in his socks at the speed of sound: NOT IF I SAY IT FIRST, SHITHEAD.
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sankiisides · 4 months
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U know how nep has indigo elements cause she's moirails with equius. That but it's Orange side and Logan
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YESSSSSSSSSSS
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Quotes by my friends made into incorrect TSS quotes (Part 10)
The sides: *hanging out in the mind palace*
Janus: *bursts into the room* Remus, you are the reason I smell like lingonberries now!
Remus: *follows him* I said I was sorry
Janus: Well that doesn’t make me stop smelling like lingonberries!
Remus: I tried to wipe it off!
Logan: I feel like we’re missing some important context here…
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some-one56 · 3 months
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A Dream is Not A Wish
Chapter One~Happily Ever...After?
Virgil gasped as he sat up straight. He woke up from whatever nightmare he had just went through. "Holy shit- That was intense."
However, Virgil then took in his new surroundings, which were unfamiliar to him. He was in a bedroom with seven small beds, and was currently sitting on several of them. "You've gotta be kidding me."
Virgil quickly got up, taking this time to look at the new outfit he was wearing. Thankfully, it seemed to be tailored to him perfectly, and it was quite comfortable. He was wearing a loose fitting purple and black plaid shirt with some ties hanging down from the collar. He also wore a pair of black wool pants with a pair of brown leather boots.
"Where the hell am I?" He asked himself, wondering out loud. He made his way down a spiral staircase, seeing he was, indeed, in a small cottage. A dirty cottage, as a matter of fact.
"Am I in a Disney movie or something?" Virgil asked himself, narrowing his eyes around the small room that was in front of him.
"You sure are!~" A familiar voice said from behind Virgil.
Virgil quickly turned around, his eyes widening as he saw the orange eyed creature from earlier. "You! What is... Where am I?!"
The creature laughs, snapping it's fingers. A cloud of orange surrounds the figure, covering them up completely. A male, who looked similar to Thomas and all the other sides, walked out of the orange cloud. The orange, glowing eyes helped Virgil realize that this was the creature, just in an actual human form.
"I told you I had something fun planned for you~" The person chuckled, smirking down at Virgil. "Yes, you are in a Disney movie. Snow White, just to be exact."
"Figures," Virgil mumbled with an eyeroll. "Why the fuck am I here? Where are the others? Are they here too??"
"They're in their own movies, dummy," the person chuckled, grinning at Virgil, who growled in response. "The only way you can end this is to make sure you have yourself a happy ending."
"Well that's easy enough. It's Disney. Pretty much every Disney movie had a happy ending," Virgil narrows his eyes.
"These won't," the person smirked. "Unless you can change the outcome of this story, they all will become terrifying, gruesome, and quite dangerous. You might die~"
Virgil's eyes widened at that, and he took a step back. "What...? What do you mean...?"
"Oh relax!~ I'm sure you can do it," he said, sarcastically. He chuckled, turning on his heels as he began to leave the cottage.
"Wait!" Virgil shouted. He watched the figure turn back to him with a grin. "What's your name..?"
"The Dream Keeper," the man smirked, disappearing soon after he came. A cloud of orange smoke was left in his place.
Virgil stares at the cloud for a second, before immediately beginning to pace around the room. "This can't be happening. Fuck! I need to contact the others. This is so bad."
Virgil peeks out the window of the cottage, not seeing anyone around. He quickly walks out of the cottage, making his way into the woods.
If I can get to the Evil Queen's castle somehow, maybe I can contact the others through the Magic Mirror? That's my only hope right now...
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Janus groaned as he woke up, shivering from the cool air covering and surrounding him. He frowned, seeing the floor was hard concrete. "This isn't my bathroom- Where's my wine?! God dammit."
He sat up, eyes widening when he saw iron bars in front of him. He was in a prison cell. "The hell is this?"
Standing up, he looks past the iron bars. A long hallway lit with candelabras could be seen within his view. He saw a candlestick hopping down the hallway, towards him. "Ah. Beauty and The Beast," he muttered to himself with a long eyeroll.
"So you figured it out. Good job," the Dream Keeper said in the corner of the cell, smirking at Janus.
Janus glared at him with an eyeroll. "Oh please. Do you take me for a moron? I'm not Roman, Jesus Christ."
The Dream Keeper only chuckled, brushing some of the  red hair out of his face. "I hope you enjoy your stay with your Beast~ He's quite...feral at the moment."
"Whatever. I know your game here, you aren't fooling anybody," Janus says with a scoff. "I just play by how the movie goes, and then I'm free. Correct?"
"Not quite," The Dream Keeper laughed darkly. "I have a plan. But I'm not going to tell you that plan."
"You're no fun," Janus said calmly, checking his nails behind a gloved hand. 
"You'll see how fun I am when the Beast comes back, planning to make you never leave this castle," The Dream Keeper smirked, disappearing into a cloud of orange smoke.
Janus coughed when he breathed in some of the smoke, using his hand to try and clear the air.
A tiny knock on the cell caught Janus's attention.
"Psst! Monsieur!" A small voice said on the other side of the cell.
Janus looked down, seeing the candle stick looking up at him. Janus sighed, crouching down to him. "Hello there."
The candle stick looked surprised. "You are not...afraid of seeing a talking candle stick...?"
"Nothing scares me anymore."
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Remus sat up, frowning when he felt sand underneath him. "Did I drown again?" He asked himself, seeing that he was also underwater.
He was in a type of cave, and each cubby held different trinkets and treasures.
Remus looked down at himself and gasped when he realized he had a green mermaid tail.
"SHIT!" Remus exclaimed in terror. "Now I can't fuck anything anymore, gosh darn it."
Remus shrugged, swimming around the treasure cove he was in, examining each of the treasures that had been collected. "I'm definitely in The Little Mermaid right now."
"At least you and Janus were able to figure out your movies," The Dream Keeper chuckled, appearing across from Remus, wearing scuba gear.
Remus just grinned, looking The Dream Keeper up and down.
The Dream Keeper narrowed his eyes. "What are you looking at...?"
"I'm trying to figure out how I can fuck you when I'm half fish."
"WH- ew- no that's...disgusting," The Dream Keeper said, but quickly cleared his throat and regained his composure. Your friends are in different Disney movies, and you'll all have to figure out how to escape~ Good luck!-"
"My only friend is Janus, sooooooo...."
"SHUT. UP." The Dream Keeper inhales deeply. "Thank God you won't have a voice later-"
"Yeah, it'll be gone from screaming your name all night~" Remus grinned.
The Dream Keeper sighed, disappearing from the scene, leaving a cloud of smoke in his trail.
Remus snickered to himself, but the grin faded when he looked down. "Hopefully everyone's okay.."
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Prologue - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6
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h3ll0-3lli0t · 2 years
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I am still alive. And I’ve drawn an Analogical AU that someone had requested. It’s a fantasy AU with prince Virgil and Knight Logan. Anyways I’m currently taking art requests so y’all should comment some ideas.
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Writing Prompt for this pride month:
Remus and Logan hanging out in a field, looking at the sky
Intrulogical - Stargazing
my apologies for doing this last minute, for some reason i thought there was a 31st in June, so i planned to do all of my requests on that day. so, this made me write really quickly, so im sorry that its so short and rushed.
Type: Fluff??? Yea-
Trigger Warnings: F00d, dr!nks(tell me if i forgot anything)
A few hours before this, at 8:15 PM, Logan suggested to Remus that they could stargaze and have a mini-picnic(with space-themed food). Remus happily obliged, wanting to do his best to make his boyfriend happy.
So there they were, cuddling each other and looking at the different stars, and constellations. Logan told Remus so many facts about space and stars and everything, that was most likely going in one ear, and out of the other. They also had a few snacks with them, cheesecake with blue and purple icing with powdered sugar ‘stars’ on it, Milky Way-looking macaroons, and orange juice and lemonade. 
Logan eventually started to get tired and fell asleep on Remus. Remus was confused, how was he supposed to get his boyfriend off of him without waking him? Logan is very cranky when he’s abruptly woken up, even if he’s only been asleep for 10 seconds. Remus moved very slowly, trying his best not to wake him, getting rid of all of the snacks and drinks with just a snap of his fingers. He picked up Logan and sunk out into their room. Remus set him on the bed, cuddling him and eventually falling asleep himself.
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reindrops927 · 2 years
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Dang, I really just typed out a whole poem and accidentally deleted it..... welp maybe tomorrow 😑
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ravenslemonarc · 2 years
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For you, my king
Roman x Logan
Kinks- role play, bondage, exhibitionism, a little bit of dirty talk, praise
Logan rose a brow sourly as he answered his door, staring at Roman.
“What?” He sighed, crossing his arms. Roman smiled brightly.
“You should come out to the imagination with me-“ he grinned. Logan narrowed his eyes.
“No” he said simply, shutting his door. Roman stopped it with his foot. Logan’s eye twitched.
Logan sighed as Roman pulled him around the imagination, he had been having a lovely day, working in his room, and his nuisance for a boyfriend decided to pull him out for a walk. Roman grinned.
“Look at the flowers Logan!” He beamed. Logan looked at them.
“Yes they’re roses” He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. Roman smiled softly.
“The imagination is attached to my emotions you know- which means if roses are growing in I very much love you” Logan stared at him. Roman kissed his cheek. “You’ll soften up soon enough” he hummed, dragging him along once more. He sighed, irritated, pushing his glasses further onto his face. Roman was oblivious as always. Some days Logan wondered if it was out of spite. Roman stopped abruptly, making Logan slam into him. Logan glared while Roman smiled sheepishly. “Sorry my love-“ he laughed, “Look- another bed of flowers!” Logan didn’t even bother to look this time.
“Lovely” he muttered, crossing his arms again. Roman sighed.
“You didn’t even look at them my dear nerd” he hummed, tapping his nose gently. Logan blinked, staring at him with a disapproving look. Roman smirked. “Look at the flowers dearest” Logan sighed, glancing at the flowers.
“Cool” he muttered, rolling his eyes. Roman hummed with a frown.
“Perhaps you’ll like the village more darling?” He asked, smiling. Logan sighed.
“I’d like to go back to my work” he snapped. Roman chuckled, shaking his head.
“I’m so mean for taking you away aren’t I?”
“Yes” Logan snapped, “I told you today was my work day Roman” he hissed, clearly pissed over it all. Roman sighed, crossing his arms.
“And I told you you’ve had eight of them in a row!” Logan scoffed.
“Oh, so you can run off and play knight for two weeks without notice and I can’t even work?” He snapped back. Roman glared, the flowers wilting around them.
“I’m not playing knight! The people here have minds of their owns and need someone to help them!” Roman tried to defend himself.
“Then make someone for them!” He yelled. Roman growled, shoving him into a tree. Logan coughed as the wind blew out of him, he didn’t mind it, as it was a soft limit after all. It didn’t negate the fact he was pissed. Roman glared.
“Go back to your work, Logan” he snapped. Logan blinked.
“Ro-“
“Get out of my kingdom!” His voice boomed. Logan knew then he hit a weak spot… he felt remorse for what he had said. The door appeared in front of him when he took a step towards Roman, already opened, clearly telling him to leave. He swallowed thickly, walking through and going back to his room to work… Roman would be okay, they both just needed time to cool off.
Logan knocked on Romans door. “Ro?” He called gently, he knew Roman liked the nickname. Logan didn’t quite care for nicknames. Roman didn’t answer.
“Go away Logan, works more important anyways” he muttered, clearly up. Logan hesitated, looking around the hall.
“My prince?” He asked gently.
“No” Roman snapped. “Go the fuck away!” He yelled, Logan sighed. He knew Roman was upset and all… for a good reason- but this? Logan looked off to the side.
“As you wish” he whispered, stepping away to go back to his room with a guilty conscience. He sat at his desk, thinking silently.
Logan knocked at Romans door the next day. “Who is it?” Roman called.
“I see your not as upset now my prince?” He asked softly, eyeing the hall, watching for any of the other. Roman growled.
“What do you want?” Logan deflated, sighing.
“I made you tea” he told him softly. Roman opened the door.
“Thanks” he muttered, taking the tea without another word, slamming the door shut. But not quick enough for Logan to put his foot in the door, forcing to keep it open. “Get out of my room”
“I’m not in your room my love” he smiled, repeating what Roman had said just four days ago. Romans eye twitched, much like how Logan’s had. They were quite similar the two of them, perhaps that’s what made them such a great pair.
And such a horrible relationship.
“Get out of my doorway” he hissed, setting the tea off to the side. Or de-summoning it, Logan couldn’t be quite sure. Logan sighed softly.
“I’m sorry Roman… can’t we just talk?” He asked. Roman rolled his eyes.
“Maybe when your kneeling down in-front of my fucking throne, begging for mercy” he snapped, shoving him away and slamming his door shut. Logan couldn’t help but blush a little at the connotations of that. He felt bad for being aroused even while the two fought. He shook his head, going to his room to cool off. A cold shower would do him good. Despite the fact Roman embodied romance and lust and all of that, Logan often got more heated up over simple things more often. They both wondered if it was from the fact Logan rarely ever talked with anyone, let alone do something so intimate. Roman most likely remembered the fact, and perhaps was doing this all, well, continuing it all to get back at Logan for something he had said months ago. Roman was a sensitive male, often mulling over a conversation months after it happened.
“I don’t need you for anything Roman”
Logan remembered snapping at Roman, how heart broken his prince was afterwards. The fight they just had would’ve calmed after a day, but this? Four days? Logan knew something was wrong. He sighed, stepping into the freezing shower.
Logan shook his head as he walked the cobblestone trail that lead to Romans kingdom. A note had been left on Romans door that said if anyone needed him he was in his kingdom. Logan had thought back to when Roman had said he had to beg for his mercy and all. Logan’s face had a pretty constant blush ever since that… which was three days ago. Patton had even thought he was sick form the blush. However, it had been a week since Roman and his initial fight. And Roman had seemed to have started cooping himself up in his kingdom, far from Logan. Logan had used his spare key to get into the imagination, it having been locked down. He stared up at the castles large oak door, sighing as he looked at the guards. The crossed their long spears which surely didn’t work well over the door.
“Halt!” One snapped, staring him down. “State your business!” He told him. Logan stared at him.
“I’m Logan, trait Logic, I am your kings boyfriend” he said simply. The guard glanced at the other.
“See if his majesty wants company” the other nodded, going to find out. Logan sighed.
“Is this necessary?” He asked. The guard nodded swiftly.
“Yes” Logan stared at him, before deflating and shaking his head.
“Alright” he hummed, crossing his arms. The guard came back quickly, nodding. Logan hummed, stepping into the large ballroom entrance, going straight to the throne room. It was empty, other then Roman on the throne. He blushed a little as Roman’s words once more resurfaced.
“State your business Logan” Roman snapped, the crown on his head making him look ethereal. Logan almost shuttered at the power Roman held.
“I came to apologize Ro-“
“King” Roman snapped. Logan nodded swiftly, taking three steps into the large room, kneeling at the base of the steps, which lead to the throne.
“I came to apologize my king” he said softly. Roman hummed.
“I don’t except” Logan nodded.
“As I expected my king… However… I could offer myself up for pension if you’d wish?” Roman hummed, clearly thinking it over. He sat up straighter.
“Which would be in what way?” Logan sighed softly in embarrassment.
“Whatever you wish…” he whispered. Roman smirked.
“I have your willing consent to anything I please?” Logan nodded. Roman chuckled lowly. “Good” he growled, snapping rope in to existence. Logan’s face flushed. “Strip” Roman snapped, Logan nodded, quickly removing his tie. “Slower” Logan hesitated. “Make it a show for me” he purred, smirking. Logan shut his eyes with a silent sigh.
“May I come closer, my king?” He asked, Roman nodded sharply.
“Do not touch,” he said simply as Logan ascended the steps. Logan carefully, slowly, removed his top, his glasses skewing in the process. He went to fix them as he dropped his shirt, only for his hand to get slapped away. “Keep them how they are. If they fall then so be it” he growled. Logan blushed, nodding.
“Yes my king” Roman hummed.
“You keep stalling and someone might just walk in on this” he whispered lowly, Logan felt his face burn at the thought, his pants tightened, and he bit his cheek.
”M-My king- I’m here to service you- n-“
“Silence” Roman snapped, grabbing Logan’s chin. “I can do whatever I wish if your indebted to me” he whispered lowly. “Do you understand, Logic?” His tone had a bite to it. Logan nodded quickly.
“Yes my king-“ he said quickly. Roman released him.
“Now continue. I don’t want someone seeing what’s rightfully mine anytime soon” he snapped. Logan blushed, nodding nonetheless. He unzipped his pants, tensing as the cold air hit him. He but his lip to stop any noise. “No no, please, make some noises” Roman smirked. “So everyone can hear how much a slut you are for me” Logan moaned quietly, hanging his head. Roman chuckled. “I never said stop” Logan nodded, hastily removing the rest of his clothing, siting in-front of Roman. Roman smirked. “Don’t move an inch” he hummed, getting up, Logan sat still, as if frozen in place. Not by his own accord, Roman clearly forced him that way with his powers. They were in his kingdom after all.
“M-My king?” Logan whispered, nervous that Roman had simply left him exposed in the middle of the throne room. The thought made him redder even still.
“Shut up” Roman said, flicking him. Logan moaned as he felt his wrists get tied together tightly behind him, the rope wrapping around his skinny frame, leading to his legs. Roman snapped, Logan noticing he could move once more. Logan rutted against the floor, desperately looking for any form of friction. He whined as Roman pushed his chest to the floor, his ass in the air. Logan shuttered as the rope wrapped around his legs, then his ankles, keeping him from moving, all with a series of knots. Logan shifted, at least tried to. Roman chuckled. “Just think… if someone came in? You wouldn’t be able to hide one bit” he hissed. Logan moaned loudly at the thought, trying to rut down onto the plush carpet.
“Please my king- please” he begged. Roman hummed.
“Always trying to please yourself” he hissed. “Sing my praises Logic” he snapped. Logan was confused for only a moment before he felt the ropes tighten once more, making him moan.
“My king- please- I know you’ll fuc-“ He jumped as Romans shirt came falling over his back.
“Continue” Roman growled. Logan whined.
“Sir- I- my king! Please-“ he begged. “Please- you always do so well- I could never- d-do this myself- your too good at tying me up please my king!” Roman chuckled.
“I can’t tell if your lying, or mean that” he muttered, “Suck” Roman snapped, shoving his fingers in-front of Logan’s face. Logan obliged him, lathering as much slobber as he could onto his fingers. He knew Roman would use really lube anyways, but he was doing as told. He whined as he pulled away, panting to catch his breath. He jumped at the cold lube that Roman larger onto his entrance. He keened as he felt a digit slide in, rutting against thin air.
“Oh my king-“ Logan purred blissfully as Roman massaged him open. “You do so well-“ he moaned, loving the stretch as Roman added a finger. Roman hummed, rubbing his hips. “Sir please- y-you don’t-“ He melted as Roman added a third, his words incomprehensible. Roman chuckled, pulling away to summon a gag. “My king!” He whined, “Please- please- continue-“ Roman hummed, shoving the ball into Logan’s mouth and tightening it behind his head.
“I love your beautiful voice and all… but we don’t want anyone coming in now do we?” He hummed, Logan hummed through the gag. “I don’t want anyone seeing my property anyways…” he growled, slamming into him. Logan half screamed half moaned into the gag, trembling. He tensed around him, making Roman groan. “Fucking hell-“ he hissed, holding tightly onto Logan’s hips. “What would you do if someone came in Hm? They’d see big bad fucking logic isn’t so bad during sex” he snapped, “Wouldn’t they?” Logan felt tears fill his eyes, Roman wasn’t even being mean in his normal way- he was just- being mean- he panicked as felt the over stimulation come for him, and he started to panic more and more, realizing he had no way to tell Roman being tied up and gaged. The ropes didn’t give him the sense of safety they normally did, Romans grip on him started to hurt. He shut his eyes tightly, feeling Roman cum in him. Logan couldn’t calm himself, surely Roman would notice. And that he did. Logan gasped out a sob as he took the gag out, trying to get the ropes off him. “Oh Logie- Logan I’m so sorry- did I hurt you?” He asked, undoing the ropes with skill, Logan choked on his tears, listening as Roman teleported them to Romans room. “Oh god-“ Roman whispered, lifting Logan’s head up gently. “What happened?” He asked gently. Logan covered his mouth a little.
“J-Just- y-you were so upset an-and it was all too much- I-I’m sorry-“ he cried softly. Roman hesitated.
“My heart… did you only come see me to try and make me feel better?” He whispered, feeling guilty. Logan sniffled, shaking his head.
“I-I was fine with having sex or I would���ve said no- b-But I just- you got so upset and everything just started- started to hurt-“ he hiccuped. Roman hugged him softly.
“I’m so sorry my starlight-“ He whispered. “You never let me do that again ok? No matter how mad I am- yell at me for all I care, I don’t wish to hurt you love-“ Logan sniffled, wiping at his eyes, nodding. Roman wiped his eyes for him.
“Is there anything I can do for you my love?” He whispered. Logan hesitated.
“It.. It kinda hurts-“ he whispered. Roman hummed softly.
“What do you want me to do about it?” He asked softly. Logan sniffled.
“Just- Just… suck me off- please-“ he whispered. “I just-“ Roman shushed him.
“It’s okay… I’ll be nice and gentle.. this is for you and only you-“ he said gently, kissing his cheek. “After this we’ll go and have a bath okay?” Logan nodded, letting out a shaky breath, Roman gently lead Logan’s hand to hold his hair, smiling gently. Logan sniffled, watching as Roman scooted down, before carefully taking Logan in. Logan moaned quietly, his grip on Romans hair tightening a little. Roman hummed, making Logan jump a little, loosening his grip. It wasn’t king before Roman started to bob up and down quickly, getting Logan off even faster. Logan keened, leaning into the pillows, his hand falling from Romans hair. Roman swallowed, before smiling weakly at Logan.
“Bath?” Logan whispered. Roman nodded, gently picking his up.
“Yes, let’s take a bath lovely” he whispered. Logan clung to him, shutting his eyes.
He fell asleep not long later to Roman’s gentle singing.
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reseaseo · 1 year
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Sanders Sides x Formula 1 🏎️💨🏁 imagine the chaos with this 6 on track (and yes i missed making art, so here you go — dunno when i’ll post again *flies away*) — #sanderssides #thomassanders #sandersgrandprix #sanderssidesfanart #janussanders #remussanders #romansanders #pattonsanders #logansanders #virgilsanders https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp5MldJve2a/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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dukeyeatsdeodorant · 1 year
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Remus: Why do you act like we’re three year olds?
Logan, Exasperated: WHY?!?
Logan points at Roman: YOU TRIED TO HYJACK A CAR!
Logan points at Virgil: YOU NEARLY JUMPED 20 FEET OFF A CARPARK!
Logan points at Remus: AND YOU ATE MULTIPLE DRIED LEAVES AND ROCKS OFF THE GROUND!
Logan: AND YOU ASK ME WHY????
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While I'm working on music and art and stuff like that, I'd thought I'd take a bit of time to post...this!
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These are 7 of my OCs that I had the idea of drawing as these characters at one point, and it was so fun to do so. I got into this series around the point where Deceit and Remus were introduced, and it has made me really come to love the dynamics all of these characters have with each other. So...Thomas, if you happen to read this, thanks for making so many inspiring things I have gotten to see...I hope I get the chance to make more things inspired by your work in the future! ^^
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boydidthatgowell · 1 year
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Exhaustion
Fandom: Sanders Sides
Relationship(s): Analogical
Characters: Virgil and Logan
Summary: Logan is sick, Virgil isn’t surprised. Mostly comfort, a bit of fluff. This is partially a vent fic.
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Virgil’s awake first, not as per usual. He hadn’t gone to bed til’ late, but that doesn’t erase the fact that he’s pouring a cup of coffee at the kitchen counter at 7:00am.
Logan had endured a rough night, he was stressing about deadlines and working to the point of immense frustration.
That was, until Virgil practically dragged him from their office to bed.
It was beneficial to let Logan sleep in, in order to spare Virgil dealing with a cranky attitude-ed and short tempered boyfriend all day.
7:20am on the dot, Virgil felt a pair of defined arms snake around his waist. He chuckled briefly as Logan snuggled his head between his neck and shoulder tiredly.
“Good morning, did you get enough sleep?” Virgil continued washing dishes, he planted a brief kiss to Logan’s messy bed head. “Mm, hi dear.” His voice was muffled, yet distinct and low.
Virgil shut the faucet off. “Can I get you some coffee?” He asked, raising his eyebrows subtly.
“Absolutely.” Logan lifted his head, pulling a chair out and sitting at the kitchen table, head in his hands.
Virgil placed the previously boiling hot, now warm, mug of caffeinated beverage in front of his partner.
Logan felt incredibly exhausted, he did nothing more than merely stare into the dark abyss before him. His vision was mildly spotted, there was a buzz in his head, he felt nauseated. The fatigue was beginning to get worse with every breath he took.
He couldn’t move his hands to lift the mug without feeling like he was close to vomiting. If that wasn’t enough proof that whatever was wrong was far worse than just a temporary sense of enervation, he isn’t sure what was.
Virgil bent over and grabbed Logan’s face gently, turning it benevolently so they would be looking at each other. “Baby, you’re white as a ghost. I’ve never seen you this pale before,” he places the back of his hand on Logan’s cheek, then forehead, then neck. “and you’re burning up. How do you feel?”
Logan yawned and slugged his way into perfect posture. “I am feeling perfectly adequate, thank you, honey. You should go get relax, it’s Saturday, yes?” He sips his coffee mid sentence and almost immediately feels his acid reflex reacting.
“Trash can?”
“Now.”
Virgil extends an arm behind him and drags the bin to his boyfriend, almost immediately Logan grasps the edges and begins vomiting loudly and intensely. Virgil tries not to gag, holding his breath and rubbing Logan’s back.
Logan sits up from leaning over, looking rosy and teary eyed.
“You need to rest today, L.” Virgil brushes Logan’s hair back lovingly.
“No, no. I’m just fine. I’ll head off to work in about an hour.” Logan dodges Virgil’s hand.
Virgil squints and hums cautiously as if he’s genuinely offended by that statement.
“Absolutely not.”
Logan stands up, stumbling a bit, but stabilizing himself with a hand on the table.
“You’re being absurd,”
“You’re going to walk your sick little ass up those stairs, brush your nasty teeth, call in sick, and lay in bed. This whole tough facade you’re putting on isn’t going to work. You’re exhausted, babe. Look what it’s doing to you. You’re seriously going to sit here and tell me that’s a healthy way to live?” Virgil gestures nonchalantly, staring into the eyes in front of him.
Without a word, Logan wipes his lips with the back of his hand, kisses Virgil on the cheek, pats him on the shoulder, and walks towards the staircase.
“Thank you.” Virgil whispers to himself.
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fantasticfangirl21 · 2 years
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here we are, a bit late for day one but nonetheless here is our entry, not well edited yet so dont @ me its late at night lol 
Day one: Fear/Warmth: McDonalds TW: Anxiety attack, poor eating habits... uh think thats it let me know if theres more I need to add
Logan was studying in the dorm, as usual. Honestly the day has been quite boring. He had no class today and was rather bored, after all he had already studied this material weeks ago and the test wasn’t for another week. He was altogether feeling burnt out. Logan sighs and closes the textbook, his roommate should be arriving home soon, perhaps they could spend time together. Logan could use a change of scenery. …Wait, had he eaten today? He has been doing school work all day but doesn't remember doing anything beyond that. 
It was then that the dorm room door opens, causing Logan to jump slightly. A student in a black and purple patched jacket rushes in quickly, shutting the door a bit too abruptly behind him. 
“Ah Virgil, I was hoping you would return soon. Would you like to go-“ Logan stops talking as Virgil moves straight past him, instead ducking under the desk on his side of the room. Logan blinks in confusion, staring at Virgil’s work desk, why would he dive under the desk. Logan approaches slowly and carefully, when he reaches the desk he can hear it. Panicked breathing. Logan can hear Virgil's quick choked breath stutter as he desperately tries to inhale and exhale properly. He doesn't want to invade Virgil's space, that may make the attack worse. Instead he taps on the wood above Virgil’s head, the top of the desk. He taps five times, then seven, then eight. It takes a moment for Virgil to realize that Logan is tapping out a breathing exercise. He struggles, trying to follow the pace, choking multiple times as he tries to follow. 
After a handful of moments he manages to loosely copy the exercise, the rushing in his ears dulls some as his vision clears a bit. This allows him to see Logan who is now crouching beside him, still tapping on the wood for him. Virgil meekly meets Logan’s eyes and Logan’s heart breaks. Virgil's eyes are red from crying, tears have etched trails of black makeup down his face in tear trails that make him look even more upset. Logan's eyes soften considerably and he can barely fight the inexplicable urge to pull him in his arms and cuddle him until he feels better. But friends don’t do that so he won’t. Plus he doesn't want to overwhelm him. 
“Virgil? May I touch you?” Logan asks softly, offering a hand to Virgil slowly. Virgil eyes the hand, he's shaking quite a bit and though his breathing is better it is still nowhere near even or okay. Not to mention he still has tears trailing down his cheeks and dripping onto his jacket. Before Logan can ask again, Virgil moves. “AH-” Logan exclaims, shocked to his core as Virgil is no longer under the desk, but now curled around him, shivering like a leaf and clinging to Logan like a lifeline. “Oh… okay.”  Logan slowly lowers his arms around Virgil, securely encompassing him in an embrace. Logan runs a hand up and down Virgil's back comfortingly, Logan's other hand finding its way into Virgil's hair and running through it gently. His purple curls are soft to the touch, far softer than Logan had imagined- not that he imagines such things. Virgil is still shaking but Logan could feel him relax slightly at the hand in his hair and on his back.
Virgil's breathing finally maintains a normal pace again, his head pressed to Logan's chest, he can hear Logan's heartbeat. It's soothing, he counts his breathing with the beats. Not to mention Logan's scent, something earthy, grounding… like pine, maybe with a hint of coffee. An interesting combination but one that Virgil has never been able to get enough of. And never been able to get this close too, not unless he was on Logans bed doing homework or drawing like he does sometimes while Logans studying. Neither of them were really ones for physical- well anything. They were as close as friends could be. Friends. Right. 
Virgil shakily tries to shift away from Logan, pulling back from him, “S-sorry I- d-didn't mean-n to i-invade yo-ur spac-” Virgil can't finish his shaky sentence because Logan gently presses him back down against his chest again. “Oh- Lo- what um- what are you-” Virgil tries to ask, only for Logan's hands to brush through his hair again, silencing him as he relaxes into the touch. 
“We can remain like this if you would like. It seems to be helping you currently and physical stimulation can be comforting to ground one during panic attacks.” Logan says evenly, basically creating an easy excuse for why he didn't want to move. “Would you like to tell me about your day? Or particularly what is bothering you about it?” Logan asks gently. “Not really… just a bad day I guess. Showed up late to my first class because it was raining and I walked to class. My professor called me out on it and embarrassed me in front of the whole class. Forgot I had a test in my next class and was panicinging to much to even try to focus on the test… I can't figure out what I want to do for my art project and it's due soon. I have an english essay due too and a report in science and when I went to walk back here I had my headphones in but ran into two loud guys on accident and I don't think they were mad but then they started hitting on me and calling me “emo nightmare” and freaking “JDelightful'' which I think was a heathers reference but then they were blocking the sidewalk and you know how I hate walking on grass and the green one started saying something about kinks and the red one was yelling something about that being inappropriate before getting closer and saying something about my hair and I just- I don't know it was way too much so then I lost it when I got back here and- and yeah… then you did the whole tapping thing and I invaded your personal space and you told me to stay and now… now were here I guess…” Virgil mumbles, finishing his story but staying curled against Logan, counting his heartbeats until Logan speaks. 
“Mmm, I'm sorry. That does sound like quite the day.” He responds. Virgil sighs, “Yeah… it's pretty alright now though…” Logan is quiet for a bit, clearly contemplating something. Virgil doesn't interrupt, besides sitting like this with Logan is rather warm, he wouldn't do anything to disrupt that. 
“Let's get McDonalds.” Logan says suddenly, sounding more like a definite and less like a suggestion. Which made zero sense, especially considering- 
“Don't you hate McDonalds because you don't trust the ‘sanitation or health of the food’?” Virgil asks, repeating a bit of the conversation the two had weeks ago when discussing the food Virgil had brought home to the dorm after a stressful test-filled day. 
“Yes, well, your impeccable memory aside, I have noticed that when you have a bad day you tend to get greasy food because you have a high metabolism and rarely eat lunch anyway. Thus you know that eating poorly wont cause negative weight gain. I also noticed that you have stopped eating McDonalds here in the doom after our friendly debate over it a few weeks ago. Though I have noticed salt on your hands a handful of times you return home, particularly after a bad day. This leads me to believe you just eat it somewhere else before you get back so that you don't worry me. Seeing as you currently have no salt on your hands now I can easily say that you have not yet had mcdonalds and synonymously have not had lunch either. And it's two in the afternoon. Lunchtime.” Virgil blinks for a moment, genuinely shocked and touched by the amount of care and attention Logan had put into Virgil. Virgil slowly shifted from where he was laying against Logan's chest to look at Logan. Logan saw Virgil’s awe and couldn't suppress the blush that perked up into his cheeks at how adorable the expression looked on his purple haired roommate. “McDonalds?” He repeats, it's a question this time but Virgil doesn't need to hear it.
His awe fades and there is a brief moment of something that flashes through Virgil's gray eyes. Logan tries to place it, almost like mischief- before Logan can finish the thought there is a strong pull to his tie, yanking his hight advantage down to the man in his arms. Virgil's lips are on his… soft, sweet, and eternally surprising to Logan, who believed he hadn't done anything to warrant abnormal– dare he say romantic gestures from his closest companion. 
To Virgil he had done everything. He cared. He noticed. Not to mention he was goddamn intelligent and hot. Virgil is blushing as he separates, he drops the tie and rubs the back of his neck avoiding the nerd's eyes in fear of rejection. “I- ha sorry I'm not really sure what happened there I um- got nervous I guess ha we can- we can pretend this never happened because well because it probably didn't I was stressed or whatever and you dont like me ha so- um yeah- yeah- I…”  Virgil's eyes flicker hesitantly back up to see why Logan is being so quiet all of a sudden. Virgil can't stifle the laugh that escapes him, nor can he hide the blush on his cheeks. Logan seems to be frozen, staring with the dopiest, dorkiest smile imaginable and the brightest blush on his cheeks. Virgil waves a hand in front of his face, snapping him from his stupor to focus on Virgil again. “I- uh hi.” “Greetings and Salutations.” Logan responds, smiling and blushing still on his face, though this time they were directed at Virgil, causing the other to stay blushing. “You um. You okay?” Virgil asks, shifting awkwardly in Logan's lap as the other looks down at him in pure, uncut adoration. 
“Yes, Virgil, I have emotions for you that are in no way platonic.” Logan says, his smile is still there, as is the blush, making Virgil's insecurities think he is joking at first. 
“Ha, wow L, really telling it to me straight.” Virigl attempts to play it off, only to get the most adorable look of serious confusion from logan. 
“No, you are misunderstanding. I am very much a homosexual Virgil, I am telling you I am gay. And currently, I am very gay for you specifically.” Logan says, clarifying for Virgil. Virgil tries to make sense of this. Yes Logan was always very to the point, yes he always spoke his mind and was adorably clueless on most pop culture references. Of course there was also no doubt in the fact that he always managed to simultaneously send Virgil's stomach into a torrent of butterflies and ground him with the warmth of his voice. 
“No that's not what I- I didn't mean you were straight I um- wait… ‘for me specifically’ what does that-'' Virgil tries and fails to voice his thoughts, Logan interrupts with a crystal clear question. 
“Would you like to form a romantic relationship with me?” Logan asks simply, not wanting to cause Virgil any more mental strain around the subject or Logan's words. “If that kiss was driven by stress and panic then I have no issue with you saying no. But typically actions like that are thought about in the mind before being acted upon or triggered by a stressful situation. In which case it is important to note that I have had inexplicable feelings in relation to you that Patton referred to last week as a ‘head over heels crush’ which I am still unaware what that means but-” Logan tables, it's possible Virigl will say yes, there is nothing gainst that of course, him misunderstanding things is a likely circumstances, especially considering this is Logan. He frequently makes these mistakes… Virgil stops his words and his thoughts with a single quiet word. “Yes.” Virgil says, causing Logan to pause. The two stare at each other for a moment before Logan smiles again, leaning down this time to meet Virgil's lips. This kiss is deeper, more emotion flows between the two, breaths sealed in promise. When they part, they are both smiling, Virgil's anxiety and Logan's burnout forgotten. 
“McDonalds?” Logan asks with a smirk. 
“McDonalds.” Virgil replies with a grin.
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thedukedudeinadress · 2 years
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Quotes by my friends made into incorrect TSS quotes (Part 8)
Remus: Some people are afraid of wet socks, I embrace wet socks.
Logan:
Logan: There’s something deeply disturbing about this statement.
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some-one56 · 3 months
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A Dream is Not A Wish
Chapter Six~The Curse
Virgil tried to stay awake throughout the hours, but he was fighting the urge to lay down and sleep.
He looked over at the clock on the wall. It was 3AM.
Sighing, Virgil glanced back at Roman, who was also still awake. He was reading a book he found, seeming to try and keep himself calm.
Virgil then looked back at the others. Janus was buried under the blankets on the bed, curled up. Remus was laying next to Janus, one of his legs wrapped around him. He was snoring loudly. Patton was sitting in a chair by the wall, his head drooped slightly while he slept, and Logan was on the floor, leaned against the wall, barely asleep.
Virgil looked out the window, seeing the barrier of briars. He looked back down. "This is insane," he whispered.
"I know," Roman whispered back. "Y'know, years ago, I would've loved something like this. The fact that I'm in a Disney movie, in the world, getting to partake in it. But...knowing that we could die from all this.. it's terrifying. And I'm scared for Thomas.."
"So am I," Virgil said with a shaky breath. He ran a hand through his hair. "But it's better now that we're all together again. If we had to do all of this alone, it would suck ass."
Roman put his book down, laying it on the vanity. "When I first got here, the Dream Keeper appeared. And he told me Thomas would be better off without us. ...I told him that wasn't true, because it's not. But he said he could take care of Thomas on his own."
Virgil stared at the floor a moment longer, before looking back up at Roman, his face more alarmed. "So..he did this to get rid of us? To kill us off so Thomas is practically forced to listen to him?"
"That's what it sounded like he wanted.." Roman took a deep breath. He stood up. "But I'm not letting him get away with this. I've let Thomas down too much, and I'm not letting him down again."
"Roman, we don't stand a chance against him.. not right now, anyway," Virgil said, gently grabbing Roman's arm. He pulls Roman softly, sitting him back down.
Roman sighed, glaring at the floor. "I suppose you're right. But still... We can't let him do this. We still don't even know who or what he truly is."
"I think..Janus might know him," Virgil whispered, glancing back over at the sleeping Janus. Remus had practically gotten on top of him at this point, and was just trapping Janus underneath him.
"We can ask Janus more about him when they all wake up," Roman said quietly.
Virgil sighed, glancing back at the others. Then he saw something shiny in the corner of the room. "Oh, you've got your sword again?"
"Yeah. I thought the Dream Keeper disintegrated it, but luckily it's still in tact," Roman said. "Next time I see him, I'm stabbing him, I don't care anymore."
"You sound like your brother," Virgil joked, snickering softly.
Roman stuck his tongue out. "I take great offense to that statement," he said in a playful tone, chuckling quietly. "But we are twins, after all."
Virgil grinned softly, patting Roman on the back. "So. I've gotta ask. How does it feel being a Disney Princess?"
Roman smirked, fondly rolling his eyes. "Oh, it's just magical," he said sarcastically, grinning. "How about you, Snow White?"
Virgil laughed softly. "I'll never look at apples the same way ever again."
Roman laughed at that, sighing softly. "Yeah, that's fair."
Virgil sighed, his smile lingering for a bit. Then he looked back at Roman, his smile fading slightly. "But um.. In all seriousness, how are you doing?"
Roman's smile also faded as he looked down. "It uh.. I'm fine, Virgil."
"I don't need Janus to tell me that was a lie."
"Okay, fine.. I'm not..doing the best," Roman sighed, leaning against the vanity table. "I mean, this whole thing is one thing, but..if you're talking about the breakup, I'm still feeling like utter garbage."
Virgil nodded softly. "I get it.. Nico was..amazing.. but sometimes, you just have to move on, I guess.."
"Moving on isn't easy," Roman whispered, closing his eyes for a moment. "I..can't move on. I'm just..trapped in the past, and the memories.. I can't move away from it all."
Virgil was silent for a few minutes, just listening to Roman's words.
"Like I said...I keep letting Thomas down. I'm not trying to, but I am. No wonder he thinks so little of me.."
"That isn't true in the slightest," Virgil said, pulling Roman into a gentle hug. "He thinks the world of you, Ro. You are so incredibly important to him..to all of us. I know you don't believe me, but it's the clear truth.."
Roman leaned against Virgil, gently hugging him back. He smiled slightly, hugging him a bit tighter.
"And once we get back to him, he's gonna see just how important you are. And once you and him are ready, we'll go look for a new prince charming," Virgil said quietly.
Roman grinned softly, releasing the hug. "He better be a theater nerd, otherwise I don't want him," he joked.
Virgil laughed softly. "Oh god, the last thing we need is another you."
Roman laughed with Virgil, playfully shoving him. "Oh please. You love me," he snickered.
Virgil shrugged. "Eh. I tolerate you," he teased.
Roman grinned. "Well that's good at least."
Virgil chuckled, leaning back slightly in his seat. He sighed, looking up at the ceiling.
He felt hours begin to pass, and his eyelids began to feel heavy. The room started to become a blur as his eyes started closing and opening again.
He yawned, snuggling up in his chair, closing his eyes for a second. Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw a green fog. Deciding it was a trick of the light, he ignored it, slowly drifting off to sleep.
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Virgil was startled awake by someone frantically shaking him. He groaned, slapping the person's hands away, hissing. "What the fuck is it???"
"Virgil, wake up," Janus said, his tone frantic as he tried to shake Virgil awake again.
Virgil hissed again, shoving Janus off again. "What??? What is it??"
"Roman's gone."
"WHAT?" Virgil was wide awake by those words. He shot out of the chair, glancing around the room. Roman wasn't there. "Fuck. Fuck, I didn't mean to fall asleep! Shit!!"
"I already sent the others out to search for him, but we need to look too," Janus said, pulling Virgil out of the room.
Virgil ran with Janus, frantically searching all over the castle. "Oh my god, this is bad."
There was a faint green mist covering the floor of the entire castle, and Virgil noticed it seemed to be coming from a certain area. "Janus. Look."
Janus looked at the mist as well. "Where do you think it's coming from?"
"Let's follow where it's leading," Virgil said, quickly beginning to follow the mist. Janus followed after him.
The mist was taking them both to the tallest tower in the castle. Logan, Patton and Remus had all caught up with them.
They all stopped when they came face to face with a wooden door. It was slightly creaked open. The mist was flooding out of the crack in the door.
Virgil quickly opened the door.
At the other side in the room, Roman stood over a spinning wheel. He slowly raised his hand, his finger hovering over the spindle.
"ROMAN, DON'T!" Virgil screamed, running toward Roman. His fear was spiking at this point.
But Virgil wasn't fast enough for the curse.
Roman's finger descended on the spindle.
And he pricked his finger.
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