#princey anon

[emilightniing]

hey :]

Hello, it's been a minute! I'm doing pretty well aside from one or two things, but overall the situation is much better than it was a couple months ago

Someday I'll tell you guys about it, I think... it was a messy time and there was one night in particular that was probably my fault, but it still sucks and i'm not proud about it.... but regardless, it's over and things are okay now.

Yeah. i'm doing better, physically and mentally. Emotionally it's been weird, but that's yet another story (and at least in this case I'm safe and not actively in fear of being homeless)

I don't want to worry anybody who might still be following me on here, so yeah. I'm in a better situation now and I'm working my way to something good.

I've missed posting, so I'll try to keep up more

I miss a lot of things, honestly.

l hope you guys are doing well too <3

#personal #i hope you're doing well too and I'm sorry if i was ever too insistent or weird about your identity. #oh yeah btw if princey anon is out there still keeping up with my blog for whatever reason: #I'm really grateful for you even to this day & i guess i just found it hard to believe that anyone could love me from a distance like that? #anyway yeah if you're reading this: thank you #if everyone/anyone else is reading this: thank you too.

[pawbeanies]

puppy! little princey baby! my darling angel! you're soo cute, and I am petting you, booping you, licking you, snuggling you, and covering in kisses!! drawing little hearts and crowns on you and placing stickers on you and decorating my pretty boy <3

- 🌹

!!!!!!!!!! HIIII hii hii tail wagging. tail wagging. my roseee my knight ... hiii. YOURE the cute one here !!!!

hey!!! hey!!! tail wagging and going like "eeee" at all the attention don't spoil me so much i will MELT and DIEE...!!! kicking my feet and rolling around in bed like uwawawawa ..... wawawaaa... !!!! plopping my head in your lap for more pets and boops. i shall return the favor later ... hehe...

#asks..?!?!?! #🌹 anon #uwuaaawawawawaaaa crumbling at all the affection youre too sweeeet .. youu... #im princey AND baby AND angel AND pretty boy..!!!!! burying my face in the pillows hmhmghmgphg #also hehe .. you didnt start this one with mm ? hmmm #nothijg wrong with that the last tag sounded like thinking emoji but KFKSJFK im just being silly #nuzzling you cutely. nuzzling into your neck. i appreciate u v much hehe

[whendidthisbecomeawhorehouse]

Your a hasnsom little thing, maybe id let you clean my boots, id certainly enjoy watching you kneeling infront of me

i would treat tgem with the utmost care if u permited it

othrwise i would b more than happt to kneel before u waitin for instructions

#for the record i m kind a germafobic so no lickin them #but i can an will polish em nice na pretty for u #i c u pegged me (heh) as a sub v quickly good job anon #fair warnin i can be a bit piollow princey at times

[logan-the-artist]

I dunno if you’re taking requests, feel free to ignore this if you aren’t.

But I just had such a shit day bro, can you draw Virgil like comforting Roman while he cries? It won’t fix me but at least me and Princey can cry together..

hi anon, sorry for taking so long

honestly same. here’s a treat for both of us <3

#my art #drawing #art #sketch #sanders sides #log’s art #virgil sanders #virgil x roman #roman x virgil #roman sanders #ts prinxiety #prinxiety #roman angst

[tabooiart]

Your favourite lord in black,,, as a stex person,,,

YOU, anon, must be after my own heart

anways heres wiggly as a train. train wiggly. wiggly train.

some Thoughts under the cut because im insane <3

for his design i decided to lean into the princey thing he has going on literally just so i could put tassles on his shoulder pads. also so he could keep his crown i like his crown. so i knew from the start i wanted wiggly to be a diesel engine (idk. capitalism is like his thing). My og thought was that all the lib would be engines, in which case wiggly would haul freight. but i liked the idea of all the lib being one train better because then they could all be different parts of a whole :3

FOR the record I think I know what each of the lords would be. if literally anyone cares maybe i'll draw them too

Wiggly: Diesel Engine

Pokey: originally i went with a theater car (dont actually have a theater) for the lols but these are only on freight trains. now im thinking a Lounge car. one that plays music perhaps.

Blinky: Sleeping car (to go with his whole 'don't wake him up' thing he has in nt. also then he could be wearing a sleeping mask. yk)

Tinky: Observation car? hes the one im least sure of but observation fits him i think. if anyone who knows more about trains than me has ideas lmk

Nibbly: Snack Car or Dining Car. obvi.

#my art #fanart #starkid #team starkid #hatchetfield #starlight express #stex #wiggly #wiggog y'wrath #stex au #the lords in starlight #ooh i used to not understand people who smash two very unrelated things into an au but ohhh i think i get it now #happy new years look at my post boy

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

"Cut!"

Hi! I was remembering how some of your fics have Roman practicing conversations with the other sides in the Imagination over and over. Now, I tend to be one of those people that is almost always in my head (been mildly dissociating near constantly for almost a year now which uh- probably should get that checked out actually) and a lot of the time when I do stuff I get deja vu even if I've never done something like that before. And it's kinda gotten to the point where I'm not entirely sure if something has actually happened or not sometimes. So I was thinking maybe Roman references a conversation what he'd had with the Imagination!Sides in passing on accident, and everyone is kinda like "Princey wtf are you talking about??" And Roman panics and hides, and the next time he sees the sides he thinks that they don't wanna see him and this is a scene in the Imagination. So he gets really confused when the words he's learned will get the fake sides angry at him just are met with more concern and worry from the real sides. And they're trying to comfort him and he doesn't know what's going on and yells "CUT!" but obviously it doesn't work and now everyone is really worried and Roman can't tell between what's real and what's fake anymore and just. Has a mental breakdown. and then they comfort :D because I cannot leave this poor guy with an unhappy ending. – anon

hiii !!!! idk if you’re taking requests, and if not please ignore me, but if you are, i’m legit in love with how you write rociet with roman angst, and i would love to see more of it !!!!!! thank you !!!!!!!! – anon

Read on Ao3

Warnings: unreality/roman having trouble remembering things and figuring out what's real, self-doubt

Pairings: dlampr, can be platonic or romantic you decide

Word Count: 4976

It begins so slowly that they don't think anything of it at first. Roman will say something that they don't remember, or he'll reference something that never happened, or he'll forget something that happened just a few days ago as though it happened several months back. Things...escalate, and soon they figure out the problem is far, far worse than they could have ever imagined.

Remus doesn't bother with asking or knocking, he just sinks into Roman's room right over his bed.

There's no yelp or screech, which means Roro's not in the bed, but he does get a surprised little squeak when he turns around from his desk.

"Ro-bro!"

"Re? I thought you were—you went—aren't you feeding Ollie right now?"

Remus frowns, sitting up. "No, that's not for another week. And you're supposed to come with me."

Roman furrows his brow, toying with his pen. "Really? I thought you said…"

He trails off, staring into nothing and Remus's frown deepens, sliding off the bed and walking over. Roman's pen stills, his grip a little too tight, and Remus nudges his shoulder. "Roro?"

It's like someone electrocuted him—Roman clicks and suddenly this wide grin that looks almost painful settles on his face and Remus blinks in surprise. "Sorry, don't know what came over me. Must've been lost in thought."

"Are you—hey!"

Roman leaps up and tackles Remus through the door into the Imagination, summoning his sword and swinging it before Remus has a chance to catch his breath. His morningstar clangs against the blade a moment later and he grins too—he's been waiting for Roman to start one of their fights for ages!

"Come on," Roman taunts, spreading his arms, "or are you just gonna lie there all day?"

"Oh, you asked for it, Roro."

Their sparring shakes the ground, yells and laughs ringing out as their weapons clash over and over and over. Remus throws back his head and howls and the Imagination responds, the sky growing dark and thick with clouds as thunder booms in the distance. Roman's sword grazes his arm and he shoves Remus hard in the chest, knocking him over.

"Do you yield?"

"Never!" He springs back up and they're off again, but Roman keeps dancing out of the way. "How're you so fast? Have you been practicing without me?"

Roman falters and Remus jams his elbow into the soft part of Roman's ribs, knocking him off-balance just enough to swat the sword from his hand. The first raindrops start to fall as Roman lands on his side, Remus's morningstar about to aim for his chest when a leg trips him and suddenly Roman's got his sword back—how did that happen?—and Remus's weapon is flying across the field.

"How the fuck—?"

"Do you yield?"

Remus snarls playfully and jumps up, tackling Roman and knocking his sword away again. Roman responds instantly, grappling across the slowly-muddying field until they end up on their backs, Roman's arm holding Remus in a chokehold as the rain pours down on them.

"Do you yield?"

"Yeah, yeah," Remus gasps, "I fucking yield. Leggo."

Roman chuckles and lets him roll off, landing face first in a mud puddle. His muscles ache but only in the good way and he flops onto his back, smiling breathlessly at the sky.

"That was fucking amazing, Roro," he gasps, "you have been practicing, haven't you?"

"Just trying to keep up with you," comes Roman's answer, just a little too quickly.

Remus doesn't think anything of it.

2.

"Roman?"

"Hm?" Roman looks up from his spot in the corner of the living room, curled around his notebook. "Oh, hey, Padre. Is everything okay?"

Patton tilts his head. "Yeah, kiddo, why wouldn't it be?"

"Sorry, it's just, you know, everyone's been a little tense recently, what with…" Roman makes a vague gesture. "Everything. I shouldn't have assumed, though, I'm sorry."

Before Patton can ask if Roman's okay, Roman's settling his notebook to the side and standing up.

"What can I do for you?"

"I was going to ask if you wanted to help me with dinner?"

An expression flickers across Roman's face, too quick to name, before he's smiling and bowing. "It would be my honor, lead the way."

At least he's alright enough for that. Patton goes over to the kitchen, Roman behind him, and reaches for the large pot at the back of the stove. "I was thinking we could try that new pasta dish that Virgil's been asking about? The one Thomas saw on that YouTube video?"

"The one with all the spices and garlic and stuff?"

"Yeah, that's the one."

"I don't remember if we have all the ingredients we need, but I'm definitely down to try." Roman opens a cabinet and starts taking bottles down from the shelf. "We can also definitely tweak the recipe to make sure that we can do the important parts, we just have to be careful that—"

"Uh, Roman?"

Roman pauses, turning to look over his shoulder, still holding a jar. "Yeah?"

"I, uh, I did this last week, I know what spices we have. I figured this out, you don't have to tell me how to do it."

Again, that expression flickers over his face and he quickly sets down the jar and takes a big step away from the counter. "Right, right, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that. I just wanted to—no, I'm not gonna make an excuse. I'm sorry, Patton, I'll listen."

"It's fine, kiddo, I know you didn't mean it." Patton holds out the pot. "Can you fill this with water?"

"Of course!"

They start prepping, Patton providing little instructions and Roman carrying them out. He chops the shallots, the green onions, and sets the sausage to the side to be cooked first. By the time they're ready to start the actual cooking, Patton's got the water boiling for the rice noodles when Roman looks over his shoulder.

"Um, what are you doing?"

"Cooking the noodles, that's it."

"But they're—sorry, aren't they supposed to be cooked later?"

"We need them ready to add to the rest of the stuff near the end, kiddo, so they have to be ready."

"But they only take a few minutes." When Patton frowns, just thinking Roman's words over, Roman hastily continues. "Sorry, I'm sure you know that already. Here, I'll, uh, would it be helpful if I got a bowl out to put them in once they're done?"

"Yeah, that'd be great."

He catches that expression on Roman's face again, and again it vanishes too quickly for him to ask about, but the rest of the cooking goes off without a hitch. They get a lot of compliments on how good everything tastes and Patton makes sure Roman gets as much of the praise as he does.

"I just listened to you," Roman demurs, "it's really all you."

"It seems not only have you cooked a spectacular dish," Logan observes, "but you've also taught Roman some humility."

Virgil snorts. "'Bout time."

Roman smiles as the rest of them laugh. Patton takes another bite. "This is even better than last time."

"Last time," Roman says quietly, "sorry, can you—when was last time?"

"Sheesh, Princey, how bad is your memory getting? It was just last week?"

"Last week, right."

Patton opens his mouth to ask why Roman still sounds unsure about it, but then Remus throws one of the prawn shells at Janus and he doesn't think about it anymore.

3.

"Easy, now," Roman murmurs, still stroking his hand up and down Virgil's spine, "that's it…you're doing really well, shadow-ling."

Virgil closes his eyes, resting against Roman's solid chest as the last of the panic attack bleeds from his veins. His breathing has yet to even out, but he can start to smell some of Princey's shampoo again, so he takes it as a win. He'll deny it later, but he turns his head to nuzzle into the crook of Roman's neck. Roman doesn't say a single thing, just shifting his grip to hold Virgil more securely in his lap.

"Hey," he says gently when Virgil headbutts his chin, "you here with me, bud?"

"Mmpf."

Roman's chuckle thrums warmly through his head. "I'll take that as a 'sort of.'"

Half of Virgil expects Roman to gently prod him into taking care of himself the rest of the way: getting him water, making him try and eat a little, getting him out of the gross and sweaty clothes into clean ones, even trying to talk him into taking a shower. And he'd do it, putting up his cursory protests, but that would mean that Roman's getting ready to leave and right now, in the last of the panic, he really wants Princey to stay.

He'd deny it if Roman ever asked him, of course, and he'd throttle Janus before he could chirp how much of a lie that was.

But Roman doesn't do that. Instead, he wraps his arms even more gently around Virgil and tucks him half over his shoulder, almost straddling his lap as one of his hands begins to card through his hair. Pressed chest to chest, he has to stifle another hitching gasp as Princey starts humming. It's a low and gentle tune, almost melancholy, and he swears it's some kind of magic as it reaches into the exhausted heap of emotions still swirling in his gut and starts coaxing it out of him.

Yeah, that means he goes back to crying into Princey's shoulder, but it's a softer cry that feels like he might actually feel better when it's over and he has no idea how Roman knows exactly what to do.

He's not gonna question it though.

There's no way the song Princey's humming is as long as he holds him for, so he must be doing it over and over, which just makes Virgil cry more because Roman is choosing to stay with him right now, he's choosing to let Virgil be a puddle of mess on his lap, and he's still running his fingers lightly over Virgil's back and yes, actually, Virgil would like to stay here forever.

When the tears eventually run out and Virgil's just floating there, in a really pleasant haze, he realizes that Roman isn't going to move until Virgil decides he wants to move. Not when he's just shifting so it's easier for Virgil to breathe, and he's still scratching gently along the space between his shoulder blades.

"…Princey?"

"Hm?"

"How'd…how'd you know what to do?"

Roman turns and noses Virgil's hair. "You told me, remember?"

Virgil's tired brain tries to figure out when he gave Roman the step-by-step on how to give him the best, most indulgent comfort ever and draws a blank. "No. I—when'd I do that?"

Roman's hand stutters for a moment, just a moment, but a moment nonetheless. "Maybe I just figured out why it took me so long to realize what you needed, then."

Talking is hard, and so Virgil doesn't do it, but he does think about it.

4.

"It's not that bizarre of an opinion, to be sure, but the way it's phrased speaks more of an incomplete understanding of the topic than they intended."

"No, I see your point. I mean, I know I'm definitely biased and reading sentences like that tends to make me defensive, but I know that, and I'm trying to work on it." Roman pinches the bridge of his nose. "I think it's just hard because when you make such sweeping generalizations that imply that you really don't know what it is you're talking about, it's hard for me to not be super defensive and stuff, does that make sense?"

"It's another area for you to work on—"

"Yeah, I know."

"—but I see your point. If someone doesn't come to the table in good faith, it's difficult to have good faith yourself." Logan sits back, still pondering the opinion piece in front of them. "Though it is clear they lack the same kind of expertise and knowledge that you do."

"I think that's also why it's hard for me—I can list, like, four different examples offhand that would disprove their point, and at least half a dozen more that show the contradictions they've made in the last paragraph alone—like, I'm not alone here, that part contradicts their point about pacing, doesn't it?"

"Not entirely, but yes, it lends an ambiguity to their earlier statement."

"Right." Roman rubs his forehead and flips through his notebook, brow furrowed. "I swear I remember when we talked about academic continuity, I just need to find that page."

Logan frowns. "When we what?"

Roman looks up, brow furrowed. "When we talked about…you know, the importance of making sure your argument—or your point, sorry—carries through your entire piece?"

"I don't recall that conversation."

"You, um—" Roman starts flipping through his notebook, his movements taking on an increasingly frenetic pace— "you brought one of my papers to me that we talked about and you started going through the um, the problems with the layout and we started talking about the importance of—I swear it's in here, I just need to find it."

Logan sits forward, his brow increasingly furrowing as Roman almost tears a page trying to turn it. "Roman, it's—"

"Here." Roman runs his finger down the page, still not meeting Logan's gaze, "we talked about how it's important to have a coherent theme that the reader can follow and how to acknowledge conflicting viewpoints without placing them in a hierarchy."

Logan blinks. That does sound like a conversation that he and Roman would have—one that he believes he'd rather enjoy—but he has no recollection of it. Roman's expression flickers when he says as much, something almost like panic rising in his gaze before it's quickly stifled.

"Well," he says, forcing a smile onto his face, "perhaps I was just reading it back over and imagined what you'd say."

"I quite like this imaginary version of me, then," Logan jokes, "he makes excellent points."

Roman's reaction is not quite a flinch, but his smile squeezes for a moment too long before he nods.

"Would you mind having it again," Logan asks, "for the sake of—?"

"Oh, I couldn't do it justice," Roman says a little too quickly, "but you, um, you can read it? If you want?"

Logan blinks again, surprise coloring his voice. "You'd let me read your notes?"

"…if…if you want to?"

Waiting for Roman to retract that invitation at any moment—he has never seen Roman fiercer than when something touches his notebooks—Logan reaches out and carefully starts to read. The conversation's transcript—or summary—is fascinating. He finds himself almost mourning the fact that this wasn't a conversation he'd actually had. Although some of the comments that he can tell are his are a touch more callous than he'd prefer, he finds himself engrossed in their dialogue until he gets to the latter half.

Roman's handwriting grows sloppy, as it is wont to do when he gets caught up, but there are occasional splotches of discoloration where it looks like something wet.

"Oh, I was drinking something," Roman says offhandedly when Logan asks, "must've spillled."

"I'm surprised you'd drink around your notebooks, you take such care of them."

"Well, you know me."

Before Logan can point out that he does, that's why he's confused, Roman's saying that he's sorry, but he's a little worn out, would Logan mind terribly if they cut this short a bit? Logan shakes his head and watches Roman pick up his notebook, walking out of his room. That moment of panic lingers in his mind and he frowns, wondering why Roman had panicked.

He thinks about that and the drops of liquid that had obscured a line in Roman's handwriting that just said cut.

5.

Janus hears Roman lie over and over again and he's about to break something.

Every time, he has to hold back his visible surprise that one, Roman is lying so readily, and two, that he's getting away with it. The little prince is a better actor than Janus gave him credit for—than any of them gave him credit for, as it's turning out—and the more times it happens, the more Janus thinks that something right under their noses is going terribly, horribly wrong.

The lies aren't big enough for them to be problems on their own, but they stack on top of each other like pebbles until it feels as though Janus blinks one day and there's a wall between Roman and the rest of them that seems insurmountable. And each time another adds to the mass, he thinks about calling it out, but they're never for something so serious as to warrant a full interrogation and the last thing he wants to do is let Roman know he's suspicious of him.

…it sounds much worse than it is.

It's just that if Roman is this good about keeping everyone off his tail right now, with almost no baseline suspicion or cause for concern, he has no desire to see what would happen if Roman was intent on keeping it a secret. And if he is going to succeed in uncovering why Roman feels so fundamentally scared, something Virgil only admitted after Janus had poked and prodded him for far too long, then he needs all of the rest of them on his side too.

His opportunity comes unexpectedly.

They're having a meeting—not a meeting meeting, they're just talking about what they want to do this weekend—and Roman brings up a conversation they'd had about making sure movie nights were comfortable for everyone. Talking about possible triggers beforehand, making sure everyone had equal access to whatever snacks they wanted, even down to making sure everyone behaved considerately while the movie was playing to ensure everyone was having a good time.

A perfectly reasonable thing to bring up, except that conversation never happened.

"What?" Roman looks around. "Are—it did, I swear. We were—we were getting ready to watch the second Venom movie and Remus brought up the body horror and gore that happens and we started talking about—"

He looks around at them all again.

"Do…do none of you remember this?"

"No, kiddo."

"Not really."

"It would be a good conversation to have, but I don't remember this instance of it."

Remus and Janus just shake their heads, Janus keeping his eyes on Roman as he fiddles with his hands.

Don't lie, Roman, please.

"Sorry," Roman says, flashing a bright smile, "must be getting lost in my Imagination again."

Janus narrows his eyes—not technically a lie, but Roman's leaving something out. For a moment, it seems like the conversation will keep flowing and he'll have to wait for a better time to ask Roman what's wrong, but then Patton's speaking up.

"Kiddo?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay?"

Roman laughs. "Yeah, of course, Padre, why wouldn't I be?"

Lie. Janus hisses softly and Roman's head jerks around.

"What's the matter," Logan asks, and Roman jerks again at the gentle tone, "will you talk to us, Roman?"

"You've been acting a little strange for a while now," Patton agrees, taking a step closer, "is everything okay?"

"Yeah, like I said," Roman tries, a smile still sort of on his face, "everything's fine, why are you—"

Janus hisses again as Virgil sits up. "Princey, you don't have to be scared, you can—"

"I'm not scared!"

The stronger lie sears across Janus's tongue as Roman winces at the force of his own shout. He pinches the bridge of his nose. No one dares move for several long seconds. Just when Logan looks like he's about to say something, Roman takes a deep breath and lowers his head.

"I'm sorry," he says in a voice that sounds so mournful it makes Janus's chest ache, "I didn't mean to shout or snap at you. You didn't deserve it, I'm sorry. I think I—I've just been spending too much time in the Imagination again."

As soon as he finishes talking, he braces. Like he's expecting to get hit. He hears Remus make a worried noise next to him, starting to reach out.

"Little one," Logan says gently, "we're not angry with you, there's no need for all of that."

Roman's eyes snap open and at the look of pure confusion on his face, a few more of them let out little sounds. Virgil stands up and Roman turns too quickly to face him.

"Hey, Princey," Virgil soothes, his hands up, "I'm not moving, okay? I'm just worried. You're—I can feel you freaking out a little that's all."

"Sweetheart," Patton calls next and Janus winces at how much Roman's neck keeps snapping back and forth, "sweetheart, it's okay, you're safe, it's gonna be okay."

"Back off a bit, we're crowding him."

All of them—except for Remus—take a step back. Remus edges closer and closer to Roman until he can rest a hand on Roman's shoulder. Roman just trembles and Remus cups the side of his face.

"Hey, Roro. Look at me. Just at me, okay?"

"I don't—this wasn't—"

"Breathe," Remus bids softly, and Roman draws a few gasping breaths.

"This wasn't supposed to happen."

"What wasn't?"

"This—I—I don't—"

Remus opens his mouth to say something else when it morphs into a wordless sound of surprise as Roman sinks out abruptly, leaving him scrabbling at the empty air as the rest of them rush forward.

"What happened?"

"Where'd he go?"

"Did we do something to upset him?"

"What's going on?"

Janus doesn't say anything, still staring at the spot where Roman had been. He thinks about all of the lies he's heard, all of the things Roman hasn't said, and how out of all of the things Roman lied about, he'd never lied about being lost in the Imagination.

A conclusion starts to take shape.

+1.

"No wonder you've been so off, your head hasn't been attached to you since you lost it."

"It's a bad idea to spend so much time in the Imagination, Roman, you know that."

"That sounds really irresponsible, Roman. You should know better."

"Quit hogging the Imagination, I need to use it too."

"Oh, of course you were, Roman, did you honestly think we'd expected anything different?"

"You need to be better disciplined, if you can't get the work done you need to before deciding to go off and play."

"Sheesh, Princey, are you really that selfish?"

"If it's getting so bad that you're having delusions, then you need to stop, kiddo."

"Oh, no, Roman's having trouble understanding what's real again."

"The fuck is wrong with you?"

"You're being dramatic, pull yourself together."

"Your crocodile tears aren't convincing anyone, you know."

"Stop crying, you're not a baby."

"Do you think that if you throw a big or pathetic enough tantrum, it'll get us to spoil you? Grow up."

"Stupid."

"Ridiculous."

"Pathetic."

"Annoying."

"Worthless."

"You can't do anything right."

"You're being ridiculous."

"We should never have relied on you."

"I knew you couldn't handle it."

"We're better off without you."

Roman curls up around his pillow, wedging himself deeper into the corner. He jams his face between it and the wall. He tries to keep his hands out of sight. He counts in his head as he breathes, trying to keep it as even as possible. Eventually it will be over. He just has to last until then. Then he can go to his room and cuddle his plushie dragon and be upset there, out of the way, and hurt all by himself. It's safer that way.

He keeps his breathing nice and steady, letting the hurt course through him. The voices keep going, taunting, mocking, yelling, scolding, until they start to just say his name over and over. Roman, Roman, Roman, Roman—

"Roman!"

Something like a frenzied scream comes from behind him and he turns his face deeper into the wall.

"What the fuck are those things?"

"Shit, how long have those been here?"

"Are they—are they supposed to be us?"

"Yeah, fucked up and cruel versions of us, not on my fucking watch!"

Several wet splats come from behind him and then there are hands on his shoulder, running through his hair, and someone that feels like Remus is murmuring in his ear.

"Hey, Roro, it's over. I destroyed them, they're gone, it's the real us. We're here, we're really here, just—just come out of there, okay?"

Oh. It's this one.

He always finds this one the cruelest, where they lure him in with promises of comfort and safety only to turn on him when he reveals what he's actually upset about. No, thank you, he's hurting just fine on his own.

"Roro, please, come out of there, it's okay, it's all gonna be okay."

"Let me try," he hears Logan's voice say, and then the Remus is moving away and there's another hand on his shoulder, "dear, it's alright. You're going to give yourself neck pain if you stay like that, come here…"

Despite his chest howling at him not to, Roman lets Logan coax him out from the corner. Each word of gentle praise just makes it worse—it's going to hurt so much when they start being mean again.

"Princey—" and there's Virgil— "hey, stay with us, okay? Just focus on us, Pat, do you want to—"

"I got it."

Despite himself, a wounded noise leaves Roman's throat as a blanket gets draped over his shoulders. Careful touches smooth it down, more hands helping to secure it in place, and he just curls up so small under it so he doesn't get used to the warmth.

Just get it over with. Just get it over with. Just get it over with.

"Sweetie," he hears, and flinches at the touch of a smooth hand and a scaled hand on his face.

Wait, what?

Janus never takes his gloves off. Not here. Not like this. They can't—they can't be this cruel to him, not today, not when everything already hurts so much.

"Cut," he manages, "cut."

But the hands don't leave and he looks up to see Janus, actual real Janus looking at him and then he smiles softly and calls him sweetie again, and then Logan is appearing over his shoulder and Patton's adjusting the blanket and Virgil and Remus are keeping watch at the corners of the room and—and—and—

"Come here, sweetie," Janus murmurs and he's falling into his chest and there's a kiss being pressed to his temple and it's warm and soft and—

"Shh, Princey," Virgil says as a thread of panic starts to wind its way around his chest, "it's okay, you're okay," and—

"Come this way a little," Logan coaxes as something soft appears under him, "come lie down, you're alright," and—

"There you are," Patton's voice says as something starts to cuddle him, gently yet firmly and it's so surreal and—

"Oh, Roro," Remus mumbles as his brother's arms wrap firmly around him, "this is real, I promise, I promise we're here with you, everything's gonna be okay, okay? We're here, we're real, you're real, everything's gonna be okay now," and—

—and then Roman doesn't think anymore.

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[ask-nico-and-the-sides]

Hmmmm, curious.... *magic anon, turn Logan into his child self for 15 asks?*

Lil Logan: We were about to play Hide And Seek, but Princey was supposed to be “it”!! Wait, where am I?!

(1/15) (Lil Logan is open for questions, adult Logan is closed for questions.)

#sanders sides #logan sanders

[the-terukane-archives]

Okay so remember my Swap au Terukane thing? I have some more brainrot :)

This is based on the silly dynamic of "Til death do us part" "HAH funny! That isn't gonna happen"

Akane, being mortal, dies way before Teru could even consider him a full moment. If Teru was a better person, he'd let Akane go and return to his duty of keeping balance between supernaturals and humans... If he was a better person, he'd just find solace in the memory of the one he loved. He's not.

He almost instantly ditches his position by exploiting a loophole to look for Akane's soul. He doesn't find him over the boundary and rationalizes that maybe he got reincarnated. Like a hound he looks for any hint of Akane.

Eventually, he finds him. And without any grace or forewarning he waltz into Akane's life with all the energy of a "Heyyyy ;)" message at 2 in the morning. Akane acted like he didn't remember Teru, and he still refused to leave. "If he doesn't remember me, then I'll make him fall in love with me as many times as I have to"

Eventually, Akane reveals that he does remember Teru, and suddenly all bets are off and calm princey persona is out the window. Teru clings to Akane like he's a fish out of water and Akane is the only source of water in miles.

Akane thought it was better to let go, to forget even though he remembered everything. He should start with a clean slate. Did he catch himself checking in the school if Teru was somehow there? As far anyone knows, no he did not. Did he miss the annoying fox spirit? No... When he was alone, it was a different story.

So when said fox spirit suddenly barged into his life like he had a claim to it as he claimed Akane did to his own, Akane panicked. He acted like he didn't recognize the fox spirit. Who? Huh? How do you know me? He constantly repeated hoping Teru would give up.

Yet, the fox spirit didn't give up. He only changed strategies. He put on charming smiles and seemingly tried his best to woo Akane. Would Akane admit that his heart picked up with each date? Maybe, but he'd be kicking and screaming the entire time.

Akane's will broke when one day he asked if Teru had liked anyone else and with upmost sincerity he answered "No... Only you." Akane was ashamed that he had such a weak will. He was ashamed to admit the confession made him happy. He was ashamed of many things.

But he was not ashamed of finally kissing Teru again and coming clean. He was especially not ashamed when Teru basically lit up like a light and returned to his clingy, unrestrained self. Akane is ashamed of many things, loving Teru isn't on the list.

— Colorcoding Anon (have a drabble as a treat)

this au is so rent free in my head…

#tbhk #terukane #from remy

[panic-at-the-evrywhere]

Hey, there!

Usually not on anon, but you're cool and I'm nervous. So yeah. Anyway, onto the Sides.

Here's some ideas & headcanons I have

the twins will have duels in the Imagination as some brotherly bonding time

Janus has a fear of vulnerability & Virgil leaving the Darks only made it worse

Logan gets migraines often and holes up in his room when this happens

Janus will kindly bully the Others into self-care when needed, which is often bc they need help

Virgil & Remus used to be like brothers when before Virgil left (especially due to the fact that he didn't really see Roman much)

Remus just wants to reconnect with the people he cares about that left him (Virgil & Roman)

Remus sees a lot of himself in Logan, which is why he wants him to go apeshit bc he needs to stop his ✨emotion repression✨

Patton has a secret stash of 'emotional emergency' cookies somewhere in his room

Orange calls everyone by colour instead of name (how I think of him, anyway)

At some point down the road of healing, Thomas hugs Remus and the Dukey Boi has a bit of a breakdown cause ✨angst✨

The Darks miss Virgil & he misses them (it's just really messy and complicated rn)

Logan & Roman have scheduled brainstorm sessions; as they get closer & heal, they also will sometimes knock on each other's door w/ their own special code when they need some support/comfort

Roman, as the Ego, is quite touch-starved at this point & Virgil finds this out when he goes to jokingly pat his face and Princey melts/gets confused on the affection (Virgil proceeds to cuddle him & Remus joins in on the Loving Roman to Death train)

Have lots of thoughts, but this is already long enough. Have fun :3

- 🐦‍⬛

OMG I LOVE THESE!!

The first one is so amazing! I also headcanon Virgil to be a very good sword fighter cause he has mad reflexes.

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #virgil sanders

[asksanderssides]

Hi V anon again. Jan, I understand and i think its cute. No to mention you’re part snake so youre cold blooded you needed the sweater. Also its my favorite ship.

Question for EVERYONE who was your first kiss

Janus: Yessss, that's exactly why.....

Virgil: I'm not answering this question.

Janus: Well, I wouldn't mind-

Virgil: Nope, you're not answering it either.

Logan: Wait, does that mean you two-

Virgil: ANYWAY, this seems more like Princey's kind of question, ask him.

Roman: Well, I've swept so many men off their feet, it's hard to remember which kiss was the first...

Remus: He really hasn't. I read his diary, he made out with Logan during an argument then he felt embarrassed afterwards because it wasn't "romantic" enough or some shit, so he doesn't like to talk about it.

Roman: REMUS! You read my diary???

Logan: Roman, I had no idea you felt embarrassed about that. I personally thought the experience was rather enjoyable.

Roman: You did? Really?

Logan: Yes, perhaps we could try it another time with less arguing involved.

Virgil: Holy shit, that was smooth.

#sanders sides #roman sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #anxceit #logince #hi V anon thanks for fueling my anxceit agenda :]

[emilightniing]

haven't been posting because my laptop's broken at the moment, but general updates:

I went to an open mic poetry night the other week & looked real damn cute, and people liked my poems so that was neat

Work at the children's library has been great. it's Pirate Week and we're getting ready for spooky month, and one of the best things is that I'm in charge of creating themed displays and stuff because I'm the most artsy one of the 6 or 7 of us in the department

also, I've decided to lose a few pounds because my mom's wedding is in November and i lowkey want to wear a suit.

#personal #yeah stuff is good right now! #still single. still a hopeless romantic. still lowkey holding out for princey anon even though idk how long it's been now

[prpfs]

🕊️ Hello, i'm 21+ nb looking for a flexible and easygoing 21+ partner to write multi-paras ocxoc roleplays with a specific incest plot in mind. MxM only!

tw includes incest, dubcon, master/pet, manipulation, blackmail, objectification, humiliation, dedegration, exhibitionism and other dirty kinks etc etc (no scat, waterplay, vomit or other queasy stuff)

As for plot, it is based on a royal family style where y/c is a good-hearted bastard child who is raised to fight wars for the kingdom and became a heroic figure in his victories. His father, however, seeks to continue exerting control over him and make sure to keep him loyal so as to remain in power both in influence and military might.

M/C is a little brother to y/c who falls in love with y/c and had it reciprocated. Their father would object to it, seeing he as more political plans for m/c that includes an arranged marriage and so their relationship is kept as a secret. Both of his sons were mere tools in the king's conquest.

Of course, i'll be playing the father as well and there is potential sexual themes in the relationship between the father and his sons, though the sons are not happy with it as much as they are in love with each other instead. All of them will be adults in the roleplay, however and I prefer both y/c and m/c to be switches. I don't do strictly bottoming or topping and prefer to tango between the two at times.

I do have a fc i want to play against (y/c) for this but i'm also cool with just vague description if you're not vibing with the fc. I'd like to go for the typical blonde goody good princey knight style for the most part. Note that i only used animated or game model fcs, no irl ones.

If all of this rings a tune to your ears, give this a post a like and I will hit you up in IMs. I prefer to write in discord or gmail and my activity can range from active to sparse depending on my own real life work. The most important thing is if we vibe as writing partners, of course, and I prefer a more bouncing ideas from both of us rather than me giving all the ideas and my partner just passively taking it.

like if you're interested and anon will reach out

#21+ rp #oc rp #oc roleplay #mxm rp #gay rp #original rp #fandomless rp #fandomless roleplay #dead dove

[wri0thesley]

Snow white anon here to feed you some kaveh

He’s definitely the romantic type. He’ll dress up more when he knows you’ll be there, and anytime you’re in the room he’ll gravitate towards you. If he sees your hair is messy he’ll offer to help brush it etc. but if you so much as smile happily and eagerly return his compliments or even better: flirt back? His face turns to a tomato.

He would be a super needy partner, if he goes a week without you he dies. Like a cat he’ll lay his head in your lap waiting for you to acknowledge him when you’re busy so please just give him a kissy he will become super dramatic if you don’t

Like a true prince he’ll always come to your defense no matter what, wether its a arguement (you’ll have to drag him away) or a physical fight. He’s eagerly shows you off praising you. He just loves you so much can you blame him?

Also princey Kaveh? I see more of a cinderella or snow white kind of prince. Definitely the kind to force a whole kingdom to try on a shoe just to find his beloved, or the kind to endlessly search the woods to find his sleeping darling to awaken them with a gentle kiss.

I need this man in my teapot i will literally give my teapot to him if he wants i will devote my existance to him if need be i love him so much

PRINCELY KAVEH MY HEART…. oughughugh. dramatic kaveh pouting for kissies!!!! I am insane about him, I need him carnally. I need to kiss him and give him so so much love and attention and snuggles and make him feel so good about himself, waaaa

#nat.txt #genshin impact posting #snow white anon

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

A Budding Romance

Hey!!! I just reread one of your fics- I forgot the name but it's the one where Janus could hear the narration, I really enjoyed that and was wondering if you'd be willing to write something similar with another self-aware side? – anon

Read on Ao3

Warnings: none!

Pairings: intrulogical

Word Count: 1237

Roman has a pleasant morning observing his two favorite nerds flirting with each other.

It starts as simply as it could, perhaps: in the living room, with a handful of the Sides spread around the couch, the floor, and the chairs. Logan and Virgil sit at opposite ends of the couch, Remus sprawled at their feet.

“Bit exposition-heavy for an opening, isn’t it?”

“Huh?” Virgil pulls off one of his headphones. “Did you say something Princey?”

Roman looks up from his notebook and shakes his head. “Just talking about narrative development, my dear Emo, don’t mind me.”

Virgil looks at him suspiciously for another moment before going back to his phone. Roman glances around to make sure no one else is suspiciously eyeing him before looking back down at his notebook.

“You know, when you say it like that, it makes it sound far worse than it actually is.”

Thankfully, for his sake, Remus doesn’t perk his head up at the sound of making things worse than they are.

Roman rolls his eyes and goes back to scratching words along the page with a pen that really needs to be replaced, he has to reactivate it every other word.

“It’s a perfectly serviceable pen, you’re just jealous.”

“You know,” Remus remarks, not looking up from his assortment of gears and pipe cleaners, “if you want to borrow a viscera quill—“

“I do not, in fact, but thank you so much for the offer.”

Remus snickers. Logan looks up from his own notes, raising an eyebrow. “You have a viscera quill?”

Roman groans silently as Remus’s grin widens. “Oh, Lolo, I thought you’d never ask.”

“Now he’s done it,” Roman mumbles under his breath as Remus starts to go on and on about how he developed a quill that writes using the effluvia of various creatures— “wait, wait, wait, what the hell does ‘effluvia’ mean?”

Remus pauses in his tirade long enough for Logan to look over. “It’s bodily fluids.”

“Like shit and piss!”

“…technically, I don’t believe fecal matter counts as a ‘fluid,’ but…yes, among others. Saliva, blood, mucus, any sort of…”

“Body juice!”

“So why not just say bodily fluids?”

“It doesn’t sound gross enough,” Remus pouts, to which Logan only looks…mildly bemused about, “but wait, why are you asking about it?”

“Neither of us said it.”

“Came up in a story,” Roman says easily, which is technically not a lie so Janus doesn’t show up, “don’t mind me.”

Remus gives him one more strange look before going back to what he was talking about. Roman just settles further into the chair, a small smile blooming on his face as he watches the two of them talk. Logan’s grip on his notebook is slowly relaxing. Remus has all but abandoned the pile of scraps in favor of sitting up properly. Even Virgil glances at the two of them, does a double-take, and looks over at Roman, eyes wide.

Roman just shrugs with a very ‘what can you do?’ smile and keeps watching. Remus’s back is almost fully to him now, but he can see the way his shoulders rise and fall that his face must be as animated as ever.

”This is good for them,” Roman mumbles, “they’ve not gotten enough chances to be weird about the same thing.”

This is true: more often than not, when it comes to matters of discussion, the two of them are on opposing sides of the argument. Logan, as the steadfast voice of reason, which is something he doesn’t get nearly enough credit for—

Roman snorts.

—is often quite directly responsible for reining in Remus’s more…let’s say, ‘unorthodox’ suggestions.

”Nothing Remus does could be considered orthodox, that is true.”

“Aw, thanks, Roro.”

Logan chuckles, still looking at Remus with that softly fond look he denies having every single time one of them notices it. When Remus is done making sickeningly sappy faces at Roman, he turns back and fully freezes mid-word at the sight of it.

“I-uh—“

“Go on,” Logan says quietly, “I was enjoying that.”

“Uh—um—well, uh, I think that the, um—“

“Watch his ears,” Roman whispers, “they’ll start to go red.”

Sure enough, the very tips of Remus’s ears go pink, then a bright red, then a deeper red as he continues to stumble over his words. Roman leans to the side, hand over his face to cover his own snickering mouth. Logan just waits patiently, letting Remus try and get himself together, before taking pity on him and lightly prompting the last thought he’d been sharing. Remus takes the out and starts describing…whatever it was that they were talking about.

“Wow, way to keep a hold of the plot.”

But as becomes abundantly clear, the specifics of their conversation don’t matter. Rather, it’s the way Logan keeps straying his hand toward his notebook every so often, just to write down one little thing, before returning his full focus to Remus. It’s the way Remus will get caught off-guard by Logan’s expression and have to look away to refocus himself. And it’s the way that neither of them have noticed that Roman and Virgil have given up all pretenses of minding their own business and are now openly staring at the two of them.

They catch each other’s eyes and have a wordless conversation of their own, before Virgil shakes his head and sinks out. A second later, a text appears on Roman’s phone saying keep me updated.

Now, whether or not they ever decide to let Remus and Logan know they have a group chat devoted to the cute things the two of them do remains to be seen, but this is definitely a prime opportunity for sneaking an adorable picture of the two of them.

“Ooh, great idea.” Roman sneaks a shot of Logan smiling softly at a blushy Remus. “That’s a keeper.”

Within the bounds of Roman’s role as a Side, he so rarely gets to enjoy the softer aspects of his responsibilities. The majority of his time is taken up by being Creativity, which is of course his main role, but the glamor of it faded long ago. ‘Creativity’ is more drafting, redrafting, the grind of editing, than it is the actual performance of the results. And, of course, there are the parts of it that rasp a little too harshly against the more sensitive parts of oneself. To create is to be vulnerable, and that only gets so much easier.

Passion helps, of course, but passion is as fickle as candle flame if not properly nurtured. Passion, Romance, Ego, tragedy walks in their footsteps as easily as breathing. It speaks more toward the intensity of the emotions and experiences rather than the positivity or negativity. And for Roman, who lives and breathes as the embodiment of it, it can be difficult to catch his breath.

But of course, there are moments of softness. Like this one, where the two of them are sitting in their own little world and talking about nothing at all. The pleasant lightness of it all floats through the air, sweet as a summer breeze. So Roman can soak in it, for just a little while, as these moments grow few and far between.

“And whose fault is that?”

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#dragonbabbles #fic #sanders sides #roman sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #remus sanders #sympathetic remus

[ask-nico-and-the-sides]

*materializes into existence*

Hey there :D

For lil Remus: do ya still have Timmy, the lil octo plush thing another anon gave ya? Either way, here's a lil plush morning star for him to have!

(*gifts the plush weapon*)

And for lil Patton: hey, lil froggie, I heard Logic & Princey are still big! Wanna go find them?

Have fun, kiddos :D

Remus: HE’S A LITTLE GUY :D

Patton: I’m excited for the future…

(6/15)

#sanders sides #patton sanders #remus sanders

[animeomegas]

Villain!Deku being a power bottom😍 -🌘

That's certainly not a bad concept, moon anon, but I'm personally partial towards vigilante!Deku, who I think would be the most pillow princey out of his variations 😉

#midoriya #asks