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ashs-random-writing · 11 months

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a burning feeling

Chapter two

Ao3

When Patton, a young-ish human, feels drawn to the mountains that house dragons, he doesn't know why he follows the feeling.

He definitely doesn't know why the dragons seem so... protective

Logan watched the little sprite as it curled up around the spikes protruding from his head. It seemed to be sound asleep. The action had rendered him immobile for how ever long it decided to sleep for (which could be anywhere between an hour or twelve hours)

He smiled, pushing away the thoughts. It was good that the sprite was seeking warmth, regardless of the inconvenience it caused him. Regardless, Virgil was sure to laugh at him.

Logan closed his eyes, deciding that perhaps he should nap with the sprite. Besides, Virgil was guarding exits, so it’s not like it could escape whilst he was sleeping. When he awoke, it was still near him, though it was trying to climb behind something, now.

Logan sighed, going to get it. It had done this kind of thing a multitude of times in the past two weeks or so it had been living here, Virgil hypothesised that it was some kind of game it was trying to play

Logan walked closer, quietly, noting the noises it was making sounded like happy noises, though distinctly muffled. He found his way behind the large pile of things and gently nudged it out

It made more of those happy noises, louder this time and started running towards Virgil’s side of the cave. Logan supressed a smile, and went to chase it.

It ended up in Virgil’s grasp before he caught it

Virgil looked at him with a strange expression, like he was trying to stop himself from laughing and make himself look serious

Logan’s scales shifted, and he hesitantly looked up

Virgil sighed, the little one’s clothing still dangling in his mouth. It was wriggling, like it was trying to get to the ground

“Since when am I the responsible one? It’s supposed to be watched at all times”

Logan huffed a little smoke, and gave his friend a small glare

“It was playing the hiding game it likes, and then ran away. I was trying to catch it” He shook his head

Virgil carried the little sprite back to its nest, placing it down, and nudging it back to the middle every time it tried to climb back out

“Sorry, little one. You’re too energetic for today, and it’s too risky to let you out for now” he said, though the little sprite couldn’t understand enough to know to stop climbing.

Virgil left to guard the entrance again

Logan curled around the nest and watched the little thing climb. If it kept climbing, and Logan kept putting it back, it was sure to tire itself out eventually

Logan thought about perhaps finding other games for it to play. Ones that didn’t involve running or hiding, possibly.

Soon would be a new moon, a night where all magic bloomed. Logan wasn’t sure what would happen to the little one (what had been happening to the little one) if its spark didn’t ignite.

Hopefully it would ignite within a few months. He didn’t want it to be ill, or sad, or hurt.

It stopped climbing after a while, leaning against the side of the nest. Logan gently nudged it, just enough to test its warmth. It was a lot warmer than it was when it first showed up, but not warm enough to ignite

He waited until it fell asleep and went to go find Virgil. Virgil was good at watching the little sprite, and Logan wasn’t as good. Logan and Virgil decided that Virgil would watch the sprite for a while and Logan would hunt and guard entrances

Logan emerged from the cave, looking down towards the human town. The humans were rarely ever out of their homes when he was, and tonight was no exception. He looked out at the little structures they made for themselves and let his thoughts wander.

He didn’t take too long to get food, and was back to the cave before the sprite even woke up.

He was careful not to wake it up before it awoke naturally; sleep was an incredibly important step in the healing process it was going through. It needed to gain all the energy it hadn’t been able to produce whilst it was living with humans

It was progressing slowly, but that was better than no progress at all. Logan knew what would have happened had it not sought them out, and he knew that it was still a risk.

He had to be aware of its progress and if it got worse at any point. He curled up next to the nest and his friend.

Virgil was watching every thing, every possible entrance, and Logan let him. It wasn’t often that being overly cautious was bad, especially not with a child to be watching out for. He absently watched the flickering shadows on the wall across from the fire pit. What colour would the little sprite’s flames be?

By the time the new moon came around, Logan was ready to forfeit any celebration in case the little one needed him. Which, as he found out, it did.

It became unwell, that evening, prompting Logan and Virgil to take care of it. It was cold again, and it was crying, an upsetting sound that Logan would rather never hear again. He gently nudged it, lifting it out of the nest, and closer to his own body warmth. Virgil lied next to him, also providing warmth for the sprite

It was still crying, though quieter, and less. Logan didn’t enjoy knowing that it had gone through this before, alone. Virgil was clicking out soothing noises. It mimicked the noises quietly, and leant against Logan’s chest

Logan draped his wing over it and looked at his friend

“I think it will fall asleep soon, what should we do?”

Virgil looked at him

“We let it rest, and we carry on helping”

Patton still didn’t understand most of the draconic language.

He still didn’t understand why he was there. They were nice to him, and he wasn’t really being held captive in most ways. Mostly, he found that they seemed almost concerned about him. He couldn’t figure out why.

He still played games with them, and they still kept him warm, and Patton was feeling better than he even knew people could feel. He felt stronger, less sickly. The dragons kept him in ways that made him stronger

He didn’t understand how. All the reports of dragons kidnapping other humans didn’t mention them getting stronger the more they stayed with dragons

Now, he was ill. He became ill every month, usually on the new moon. All the healers he had seen had hypothesised that it was some kind of curse. This was the weakest version of the curse, now that he was with the dragons. He was crying from the pain, still and he was shivering and he was freezing, but he had been a lot worse the month before.

The dragons kept him close, and they shared their warmth with a few clicks that he was sure was meant to be reassuring. He mimicked them quietly, his sobs fading out. He leant against one of the dragons, though he didn’t know which one. A wing covered him, protecting him, and he started to sleep while the dragons conversed above him.

When he woke up, the purple dragon was curled around him, the blue one doing something near the nest. Patton still felt ill, though not as much. He stood up, ignoring the pain settled in his chest. The purple dragon shifted slowly, turning their head to look at him. Patton smiled, looking at the eye that was half the size of him

He greeted them, and they greeted him back, gently picking him up. He wriggled, still not used to the feeling of being carried like that. He was set down closer to the nest, and both dragons started talking to each other. Patton sat down, deciding that he wasn’t in the right state to try play a game. He didn’t know how long he just sat there, but after a while he was lifted back into the nest, and he looked up

The nest was warmer now, and Patton laid down.

It was a few days later when anything really changed. He had woken up like normal, the dragons greeted him as normal, he played a game with them. And then, there was a noise from the front of the cave, by the entrance. Patton tilted his head, trying to think what it could be.

The dragons looked at each other, and said something quickly, before Patton was lifted into the nest. Patton tried to think what could possibly be happening, as the purple dragon rushed to the front of the cave

Patton looked up at the blue dragon, who seemed almost nervous. Patton hummed in thought. There were more noises coming from the mouth of the cave, including roaring. Okay, Patton was getting concerned now.

What could possibly have been happening out there? He attempted to climb out of the nest, but Blue pushed him back, more frantic than usual. And now he was really concerned. He tried again, before sitting on the floor of the nest and giving up.

He was tired.

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#sanders sides gt #sanders sides fic #sanders sides story #sanders sides g/t #sanders sides au #sanders side fic #sanders sides #patton sanders #virgil sanders sides #dragon virgil #dragon Logan

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not-so-daily-sander-sides-art · 2 years

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Day 371: Dragon Virge @the-office-cat @tacochippy @planetkookie @strawberry-otter @toiowov707 @ollyollyoxinfree @ambersky0319 @rose-coloured-prince @pleasedonthurtcjstar

#daily art #ts virgil #dragon virgil

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anxiouslyfred · 2 years

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Sleeping Dragon

Summary: Virgil is a dragon who's been asleep for centuries. He's waking up to find people climbing over his back.

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It was normal for dragons to sleep only once their home, whether it was a cafe, a mountain, lake or a forest, was safe. Their biology almost forbid it, especially given that the longer a dragon had to remain awake to feel safe, the longer they would sleep afterwards. No dragon wanted to be vulnerable somewhere unsafe when they could remain awake for centuries.

Virgil had always known he would sleep through many generations of humanity. He was born in the time when the human's view of dragons was changing from viewing them as predators who could become guardians to threats to be eliminated. The danger of humanity forming hunting parties to kill any dragons they decided were threats kept him awake for centuries, moving from location to location trying to find or figure out how to create a place safe enough to sleep.

When he finally managed it, finding a deep cave, making it deeper and getting it to be hidden enough, it was a relief. Virgil had even done everything he could to make the entrance perilous enough to deter even the most ambitious of hunting parties before feeling safe enough to sleep.

Even with all the centuries he'd remained awake creating this home, Virgil had never expected to wake up to humans climbing over his back, discussing rock formations.

…

Roman was thrilled to be going on his first cave expedition. He'd been learning geology and caving for almost a decade now, and not only was he going on his first exploration, along with his brother and a few others, he was going to be one of the first people to access the cavern they were visiting too.

“This bit looks like a face. Perhaps a dog?” Remus was at the front of their group, pointing over an area that formed higher than the rest of the cavern. “Come and look. That bit's definitely a closed eye, and look, there's even a ledge that could be a brow, like those buffy vampires.”

“Remus, we're meant to be figuring out what the rocks forming this cave are and how they've created such unusual formations. Not looking for faces.” Roman stated, rolling his eyes and climbing the mound to have a secure place to set his light.

The rest of the group were mimicking his actions in other parts of the cave, except for his brother who was still trying to climb around and recognising features as if the area they were was a giant creature of some sort.

That was until the ground underneath him started shifting, ledges one of the group had been trying to chip samples from stretching upwards while Remus stumbled backwards as if blown. The entire area they were in was moving separately from all the other parts.

A second later the rest of the group was racing away, a couple even screaming as they tied themselves into safety ropes and started tugging to be pulled up enough to climb away. Remus was gazing up at the mound, before blinking and smirking at Roman. “Sooo, you about to start screaming and running too, Rock-man?”

“That wasn't an earthquake, nor any kind of rock slide that's been studied before. Everything was moving independently, and the shake at the end?” Roman mused, looking around the area before back to his brother. “Where did you say looked like an eye?”

“Down here! Slide down the nose, it'll get you down quicker.” Remus pointed to the area in front of him where the mound had gotten lower and thinner. Now Roman was looking it did seem similar to the narrowing of shoulders on sleeping quadrupeds.

He still shook his head, moving to the edge of the mound closest to him. “Also possibly a living rock monster. I'll climb down.”

…

Virgil could hear human voices, but they were speaking in an unfamiliar tongue and the man in front of him wasn't looking towards his eyes currently. He was looking over Virgil, probably at the person he could feel walking about on top of him.

He'd been aware of more people in the moments while he was waking. Perhaps they'd gone for reinforcements when he began moving? They'd seemed to move quickly the moment he began stretching either way.

The person from his back was focused on Virgil as soon as they walked into his view, reaching up as if to touch his eye before withdrawing his hand was Virgil's automatic retreat. They weren't armed, and neither was the first person he'd seen. In fact it looked like they could be alchemists or gardeners of whatever civilisation of humanity there was now.

They were also stood between Virgil and the underground lake he'd ensured was in his cave. Attempting to speak in any human tongue after the amount of time he'd slept would need him to drink.

He twisted his head to try and gesture them to one side, but they just remained staring at him. Grumbling a little, he leaned forwards to nudge them out of the way with his nose. Virgil barely needed to touch them once before the pair were moving, clearing his way to the lake for a drink.

Having sated his thirst, Virgil decided to try asking if they were here to kill him, but only got furrowed brows and tilted heads in response. Hopefully the way emotions were expressed in humans was still the same and that meant confusion without a threat of violence.

…

Roman recognised the noises the creature made as similar to an ancient language, ancient Welsh, perhaps. It didn't help them however, since neither he nor Remus knew modern Welsh, let alone the ancient language.

Steam coming out with the creatures breath at least made him reconsider his earlier suggestion of this being a rock monster. “I think they're a dragon! A real life dragon!”

“Meh! I prefer the rock monster idea. Hey there, Sleepy! Wanna speak our language instead of whichever you just tried?” Remus bounded closer, only to get blown back a few steps the instant the dragon started backing away.

More of the ancient language came in reply.

“You don't understand us, do you?” Roman muttered.

#creativitwins #dragon virgil #virgil sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders

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ruleroftheforest05 · 1 year

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I need dragon Virgil fan fictions please, I’ll sell my right kidney for one

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #virgil sanders #tss virgil #fanfic #tss fanfic #dragon virgil #anxiety sanders #thomas sanders #virgil sanders fluff #sanders sides fluff #fanfiction

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lividjungle · 2 months

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cower in fear, tiny! your new king is here!

#jungleart #oc #furry #furry art #dragon #king virgil

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shadowpuppetteer · 19 days

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Felt nostalgic for all these superhero shows from the early 2000's when I was a kiddo. Does anyone else remember El Tigre? Static Shock? American Dragon Jake Long?

I could rant about why El Tigre is so good. But I'll just keep hoping they put it up on a streaming service for people to watch.

#Shadowpuppetteer #traditional art #ink #fanart #fan art #nostalgia #early 2000's #El Tigre #manny rivera #Static Shock #Virgil Hawkins #Jake Long #American Dragon Jake Long #Danny Phantom #Danny Fenton

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southern--downpour · 1 year

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this is basically how the last few pages have gone, right? ( @comicaurora )

#aurora comic #aurora webcomic #erin ruunaser #the void dragon #this file is named 'bad walter bad' btw #love drawing vd as a weird cat he's so funky #virgil arts #going to draw some more serious erin/general aurora fanart soon bc its just been in the forefront of my brain recently but for now this

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anartisticexpression · 1 year

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The Sides of Sanders and their dragon counterparts!

Ko-fi / Red Bubble / Commissions

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arichtelus · 7 months

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oc_tober day 1: fave oc(s)

my CoS blorbo Sturm and his pathetic brother Strahd during war time some homebrew changes to my dear Barovia

#they hate each other btw #dante and virgil dmc vibes yk #i will kill for them i will die for them #oc tober #inktober #bweirdoctober #curse of strahd #strahd von zarovich #dnd strahd #ravenloft #sturm von zarovich #barovia #ttrpg #dungeons and dragons #art #sketch #artists on tumblr

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sleepyvirgilprompts · 2 years

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In an AU, Roman is a prince and Virgil is a very scary-looking dragon whose job it is to guard the royal treasury. Mostly this consists of napping on top of the treasure, and if someone is stupid enough to see a dragon and still proceed with their theft, Virgil will let on that the little noise they’ve made was enough to wake him up. Then, if they still don’t run away, he gets to fight them.

It has been a very long time since anyone has successfully stolen from the royal family.

(It’s up to you how intelligent dragons are, and whether Virgil is Roman’s friend or his pet.)

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #ts virgil #sanders sides prompts #fanfiction prompt #themed week #theme: dragons #dragon virgil

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ashs-random-writing · 1 year

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a burning feeling

Chapter one

Ao3

When Patton, a young-ish human, feels drawn to the mountains that house dragons, he doesn't know why he follows the feeling. He definitely doesn't know why the dragons seem so... protective

*note- dragons use it/its as their prominent gender neutral pronouns*

As Patton walked around, he wondered how many people he saw had ever been near the mountains. The mountains were far in the distance, though, for the dragons that lived in them, it wasn’t as big of a distance.

He looked at them, considering. There was nothing stopping him from going closer, barring the multitude of warning signs and verbal warnings he had been given

He knew the rumours that dragons were bloodthirsty monsters, full of anger and greed. He doubted that was true for the entire species. After all, the same sentiment could be held to humans, and yet, most of the people he had briefly met had purposefully gone out of their way to warn him of potential danger.

He would wait for nightfall, so no one could stop him, and he would go up to the mountains. At best, he would see a dragon in person, and get out unharmed (yay!) and at worst-

Well, they didn’t call him an optimist for nothing. He smiled, buying a cloak to protect him from the harsh cold of the night and got ready to watch the sunset.

He stayed on the roof the inn he was staying in (with the owner’s permission, of course) until the moon was high in the sky, and the only lights were the luminous plants that were scattered haphazardly by mother nature. They were magic, the townsfolk claimed, though didn’t elaborate on what kind. Patton shrugged, letting them light his way.

His cloak was warm, but he was still cold. He always was. He was slowly getting closer to the mountain, and it was getting bigger. He could see a plume of smoke floating out of a cave

He was glad that he was getting close, and he looked at the steep path.

He didn’t quite know why he was doing this. It just... felt right, he supposed.

The moon was lowered down significantly, by the time he actually got to the mountains, and it took a while for him to get to the cave. He always was weak, so climbing want his strong suit. The sun was long since risen, it’s beauty illuminating the dark mouth of the cave

The smoke came from deep inside, and Patton followed it, passing riches and trinkets galore. This would be more than enough to pay off every single debt he was in

Though, that wouldn’t happen; all of this gold, these jewels, they weren’t his to take, weren’t his to use. He wouldn’t.

He found the dragon a while later, curled up around even more gold. Patton didn’t know why he felt so at peace here, but he did. He felt so right.

The dragon had purple scales, perfectly polished to the point of them being as shiny as all of the gold around them. Patton sat down and watched it. It was sleeping, as Patton should’ve been. It was big, each scale the size of his torso. Patton basked in the warmth that seeped out from the dragon’s body, and yawned, almost subconsciously curling up on the stone ground

When he woke up, the dragon was still asleep. Patton smiled, pulling his cloak further over himself, and waiting

There wasn’t any sunlight in here, and certainly no clocktowers, so he was forced to guess the passage of time. It was maybe an hour later that the dragon started to wake up. The first thing it did was focus its attention onto him, growling lowly. For some reason, Patton wasn’t scared. He giggled slightly.

The dragon sniffed him, and Patton was lifted into the air by the hood of his cloak. The dragon was making little chirping-click noises, though they were still holding him with their teeth. Patton tried to mimic the noises, but found that he couldn’t. He twisted around, as best he could, to look at his... captor? They had started glowing slightly, he realised.

Patton moved around, deciding that the feeling of being carried like this wasn’t as fun as he would like. The dragon made a noise, and soon, Patton was left in what looked a little bit like a nest. It was too small for the dragon, though, and the edges were too high for Patton to get out of. Patton looked at the dragon

Why was he in a nest?

He stood up, and started going towards the edges, though a large claw pushed him back gently. Patton tilted his head and looked up at the dragon’s face. It was large, with golden eyes staring him down. He still wasn’t intimidated. He couldn’t explain it, but he needed to stay near them.

They retreated from the nest for a few minutes, in which Patton tried to climb out to find them, but he only got partially to the top, before they came back, another dragon with them. This one had dark blue scales, reminding Patton of the night sky. They were larger than Dragon One, their noises deeper

Patton was deposited back in the centre of the nest. He smiled to himself. Something about this made him happy, though most of him was telling him how bad it was to be captured by a dragon.

He yawned, somehow still feeling tired after his nap earlier. How long ago was that...? The dragons were making noise at each other, perhaps talking. Patton felt like he needed to listen, though he didn’t understand

He fell asleep a while later. The cave was warm, chasing away the persistent chill that followed him. His dreams were strange, full of fire and warmth.

By the time he woke up, one of the dragons was gone, leaving only the dark blue one. They were the bigger of the two. They were curled up around the nest, though their tail was too long to fit. Patton once again tried to climb out, and this time got to the top of the nest. The dragon looked at him with half-lidded eyes, and gently bit down on his cloak and took him out of the nest.

Patton smiled. He was soon tucked under a wing. The dragons were warm. He had never been this comfortable, he couldn’t even bring himself to be worried about anything.

The next few days were a blur, and he wasn’t worried at all. Well, until his mind cleared enough to actually think. It was hard to think before, something in his mind too relieved about something that was happening. Now, he thought about it

It was worrying that he was being kept here. But, they weren’t doing it maliciously, he didn’t think. Then again, he had a hard time figuring out if anyone was malicious

They kept him warm, and they gave him food, and he was allowed to walk around the cave, though not too close to the exits, and he had his nest, and he was so much more comfortable here. He had never realised how cold he used to be until he was finally warm.

He was pretty sure most people didn’t need as much warmth as he did; he was always confused on how they found the sun warm enough to wear only one layer. But now, he was finally warm.

He didn’t know what was going on, really, but... he wouldn’t mind if it lasted longer. He was sure that there was something going on, but he didn’t really care. They took care of him

He was fairly certain that they were trying to teach him their language, and they seemed happy when he imitated them, even if he messed up slightly. He knew the greeting chirp they used when they came to his nest

He usually got taken out of the nest about an hour or so after he woke up. The dragons would give him food, make sure he was warm enough, and they would do lots of things. Sometimes they would play hide and seek, though they would find him quickly. Patton found the cave a lot more interesting than anything he would be doing if he had carried on travelling through different towns

He wondered what exactly the dragons wanted, though. That was something he couldn’t figure out. Not that he particularly minded, they were nicer than the people back home, and he was glad to be staying in one place, instead of travelling away forever

In fact, the only reason he had been travelling was because he had been following some sort of feeling, but that feeling had led him here, so he was sure that he was meant to be here.

The purple dragon entered his section of the cave whilst he was thinking, bringing his thoughts away from why he was there. Patton beamed up at them, mimicking their greeting chirp.

Their darker scales started glowing, a bright purple. Patton had seen such happening plenty of times. The carefully lifted him out of the nest, and Patton climbed onto their back. They made a rumbly noise that Patton compared to something between a purr and a laugh. He was taken off of their back, though was carried into the blue dragon’s side of the cave.

Both dragons watched him for a while. Patton was tucked under a wing for a while. Purple brought some food (when had they left?), and Patton was happy.

Patton was always happy nowadays.

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Virgil had been sleeping when the small thing had entered his cave.

At first, he had thought it was a human, it was small enough to be one, and it looked fairly human, except for the fact it had no weapons. He had growled on instinct. But then, he smelled magic. The weak kind, the unhealthy kind, the kind that meant it had almost never been nurtured.

The little creature had not even flinched at him. He had carried it to the nest, usually for hatchlings (every dragon cave had one, whether they wanted hatchlings or not), and on the way over, he pondered the little thing

The little guy had been strangely cold, even for a human. Virgil was concerned

“Why are you so cold?” He grumbled, though finding it adorable when it attempted to imitate him. He couldn’t help the way his darkest scales lit up

It sat in the nest for a few seconds, seeming confused, before trying to go to the edges. He gently pushed them back to the middle, and went to find Logan. Logan would probably know what to do, or why it was in the cave, or why it was so cold

The nest was temperature controlled, so it would hopefully warm the little thing up. When they got back to the nest, the little thing had started climbing out. He gently placed it back in the middle, and the little thing didn’t look upset at him, though it seemed permanently wide-eyed.

He explained the circumstances around the finding of the little creature; that it had wandered in whilst he was sleeping and had just sat there near him for a while, and that it smelled of magic.

Logan looked at the small thing as it fell asleep, and found the answer within a few minutes

“I believe,” He had started, a startling amount of concern in his voice, “That this is a fire sprite, though the state it is in is truly worrying. It is very young, perhaps twenty years old or younger, and by the looks of it, it was never warm enough for its spark to ignite. It is very lucky to have shown up when it did, if it doesn’t nurture its spark, it could die within the next few years”

Virgil stared at the sprite, his scales darkening to the point of almost blending in with his own shadow. That was a sprite? It was colder than a human. And it was so young...

Sprites didn’t live as long as dragons, but in both life spans, twenty was practically infant-age.

He and Logan spoke for a while, mostly about the sprite, trying to figure out how and why it ended up in the cave. They deduced that it had probably been living with humans, and Logan thought it might’ve been drawn to the magic that was around the cave and the warmth of the dragons.

Virgil was going to try his best to look after the little sprite. Logan said that the best way was to introduce magic slowly into its everyday life, so it could absorb some to help it. They were also supposed to keep it warm, though not too warm at first

Apparently, that could hurt it.

Logan looked after it at first, whilst Virgil went to find food.

At some point when he was out, it had found it’s way out of the nest, and instead was curled up, under Logan’s wing. Virgil laughed quietly, careful not to wake the little sprite.

“It was seeking warmth, I couldn’t deny it that,” Logan justified, scales shifting the way they did when he was embarrassed

Virgil nodded, a teasing smile on his face.

Over the next few days, the little sprite was very calm, very clingy, and very sleepy. Virgil wondered how long it would take for its spark to ignite. At the moment, it was getting gradually warmer, but not enough for its own magic to activate.

Virgil was getting worried.

It was cute, eager to imitate him and Logan, but it hadn’t yet ignited. Logan had said that it would die in a few years if the spark didn’t ignite; what if it didn’t ignite in time?

He huffed some smoke out of his nostrils, trying to stop thinking about what-ifs, and instead think about how the little sprite was in fact getting better.

He gave a tired smile, walking in to the nest area. The sprite looked up at him

“Hi! Hi!” it chirped, a strange accent on the mimicked words. Virgil lit up with the adorableness of the scene, and lifted it out of the nest and onto the ground. It climbed onto his back, and Virgil laughed, taking the playful thing off. Though, he didn’t place it on the ground this time, not trusting it not to climb again.

It was taken over to Logan’s side of the cave, and they both watched it. It babbled in the language that Logan hypothesised was some sort of human dialect (Virgil didn’t like thinking that their sprite had been living with humans, what would humans have done if they realised it wasn’t one of them?) and they watched it.

It was tucked under Logan’s wing before Virgil went hunting; sometimes it would try to follow him, and it wasn’t a good idea to let it outside yet.

He hummed in thought, looking at the human town about a mile or two away from his cave. What sort of things would the sprite have done when living with humans?

He wondered what the sprite would name itself.

The sprite was cheerful, though that was likely due to how young it was.

He brought the food back to the cave, and placed it in front of the sprite, who seemed to just notice he was ever gone. The little one chirped at him again, and he greeted it again, pushing the food closer

He waited until it had fallen asleep again, before carrying it back to the nest and guarding the cave’s exits and entrances

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#sanders sides human au #logan sanders #sanders sides story #sanders sides gt #sanders sides fic #tiny patton #patton sanders #dragon virgil #dragon logan #fantasy au

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not-so-daily-sander-sides-art · 2 years

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Day 383: Another Virge doodle dump :] @the-office-cat @tacochippy @planetkookie @strawberry-otter @toiowov707 @ollyollyoxinfree @ambersky0319 @rose-coloured-prince @pleasedonthurtcjstar

#daily art #ts virgil #dragon virgil #fem!virgil

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delimeful · 7 months

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every good intention (4)

warnings: misunderstandings, assumptions, pre-AA, panic attack

Roman had been thinking.

Contemplating, really. There were a surplus of mystifying elements to consider as of late, especially now that he’d found out about Logan and Anxiety’s secret tryst.

(He was fairly certain that platonic cuddling between a repressed nerd and an awkward emo didn’t actually qualify as a tryst, but it sounded much more dramatic that way.)

He was no Logic, but as a charming and exceptional denizen of Thomas’s mind, he naturally had wits aplenty of his own.

And so arrived his realization: When it came to the puzzle that was his interactions with Anxiety the past few weeks, there was a pattern.

When Roman ran into the eyeliner-extraordinaire as himself, he was treated to the same prickly reception as always: Anxiety was a creepy, annoying asshole who loved to undermine Roman’s every idea and probably Thomas’s every happy thought, too.

The few occasions that he’d run into Anxiety in his cursed form, however, told a new story. One Roman had never heard before.

When faced with the tiny fire-breathing lizard version of Roman, Anxiety acted entirely differently. Instead of hunched shoulders and purposefully agitating smirks, he wore a casual, slouched posture and wry amusement— even when Roman was actively antagonizing him.

He didn’t act like a villain. When faced with what he believed to be a small, easily-conquered creature, Anxiety hadn’t taken the opportunity to attack, hurt, or even merely frighten him. Not even after Roman had bitten him.

Roman the Side, on the other hand, was given no such grace. He’d even tried to tone down his usual assertiveness in favor of a careful neutrality when running into Anxiety, curious about the strange truce Logan had formed with him, but to no avail.

Without the barrier of barbed bantering between them, Anxiety only seemed to grow more defensive and on-edge, paradoxically enough.

The answer was obvious: Anxiety must have some strange affinity for dragons.

It was the only possible explanation for Roman’s bizarre undersized form garnering a kinder welcome than Creativity, clearly the optimal being between the two. Anxiety simply had an affection for the sharp and scary, and a disdain for Disney Princes.

Of course, that didn’t explain the way he treated Patton with care when nobody was watching, or the lack of backstabbing he’d brought to the midnight cuddlefest. Thus, it all had to be part of some larger plot!

Roman wasn’t as experienced in predicting plotting, seeing as it wasn’t a particularly heroic activity.

Luckily, he had the perfect spy to send in to uncover the truth behind Anxiety’s more bewildering behavior: himself!

Thus, the next time Roman found himself with wings, scales, and a tail, he strode down the hall towards Anxiety’s room with confidence that was only a little faux.

He’d worried for a bit that it wasn’t a very gentlemanly thing to do, invading one’s privacy, but this particular opportunity had come about after a spectacular tiff between the two of them, and Roman found that his reservations had suddenly vanished.

Anxiety certainly hadn’t been holding back when he’d poked at Roman’s every sore spot in the brainstorming today. Roman wanted— no, needed to uncover the motives of his scheme, so he could go back to giving every argument his all too, without wondering how things might be different between them.

Anxiety’s room was usually sealed up tight, but occasionally he would leave it cracked, presumably because the sight of it sitting just slightly ajar at the shadowed end of the hall prompted exactly the sort of unease that he loved to inspire in everyone.

Fortune must have smiled on Roman today, for when he trotted closer, he found that the door was indeed not fully closed.

Taking a deep breath, Roman steeled himself and then headbutted the door firmly, pushing it the slightest bit further open so that he could wriggle his strange little wyrm-like body through.

It made a horrendous creaking sound, eliciting a wince from Roman but absolutely no response from the figure flopped over on the bed in the middle of the shadowed room.

Wary now, Roman crept forward bit by bit, until he spotted the outline of bulky headphones. So that was why his entrance had gone unnoticed by the twitchiest Side in the Mindscape.

Hesitant to grab Anxiety’s attention right away— he would have to be in a foul mood after their altercation today too, wouldn’t he?— Roman instead clambered up the side of a padded armchair, pausing to glance around at the rest of the room curiously.

For such a grimdark and gloomy guy, Anxiety certainly had excellent taste in Disney decor. He would love something like that Nightmare Before Christmas poster in his own room, perhaps an entire section of the wall dedicated to a collage of the more aesthetically appealing Disney classic poster— no, focus!

Shaking himself out of the theoretical redecorating, Roman leapt nimbly to the bedside table, flaring his wings slightly on instinct to muffle the impact of his landing.

When he turned to check that Anxiety was still unaware, however, the sight that greeted him was shocking enough to strike him dumb.

Anxiety’s eyes weren’t on him, because they were cinched tightly closed. He had both hands wound firmly into his hair, face twisted into a panicked grimace as he struggled to inhale a full lungful of air. His panic was practically tangible in the air— Roman felt his own heart rate begin to rise as though in empathy.

His startled question (“Are you okay?!”) came out as a warbling call, one that didn’t make it through the emo soundtrack blasting from those headphones.

After a brief moment of hesitation— why was he so nervous?— Roman made the short leap to the bed, landing with a slight pressure that instantly made Anxiety’s red-rimmed eyes shoot open.

He backpedaled slightly at the way Anxiety sat bolt upright, but in the next moment, the tension seemed to drain slightly from the other Side.

“Bitey,” he greeted, and the wobble in his voice was so alarming that Roman didn’t even snap his teeth in his usual protest of the nickname. “I don’t think you should— should be in here, bud. You may not be affected by the room itself, but I'm… I’m not great company right now.”

Roman kneaded the comforter beneath his talons for a moment indecisively, earning a shaky half-smile from Anxiety. It could be part of some larger plot, but… Roman was the most dedicated actor out of them all, and he didn’t feel like this was an act.

Carefully, his heart pounding in his ears, he crept forward and butted his head against Anxiety’s knee in a meagre attempt at comfort.

Anxiety let out a stuttering, painfully-shallow sounding exhale, and then reached down and picked him up, supporting him with the curve of one arm as he curled around Roman in an unmistakable hug.

The moment they made contact, Roman felt a burst of all-consuming panic that didn’t belong to him, spiked and piercing into every vulnerable bit until there wasn’t any calm left.

It was an echo, emotional feedback from the panic attack that Anxiety was having, and it was a perfect mirror of every fright and fear he’d faced while this size, all at once.

Oh. Oh.

Anxiety hadn’t been kind to him because of reptilian favoritism, after all. It was because he was more than familiar with the sort of flipped-beetle vulnerability that came with feeling afraid, the defensive bared teeth of the fight bit of fight-or-flight. He wasn’t just the cause of Thomas’s anxiety, he was the experience of anxiety itself.

That put… a lot of things into perspective, actually.

Roman pushed his head against Anxiety’s sternum, returning the hug as best he could.

He had a lot of re-thinking to do.

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