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I don’t like these ones as much, IDK why. But hey, these are the last of the rodoscopes, lemme know if I should make more of ‘em
Sunday tea with the king
summery: the King and Virgil used to have tea every Sunday, but now Virgil is left with an empty seat at a table by a bay, with extra macaroons, and a cup of tea untouched. Roman left with a faint memory of fine china and kind eyes. Remus is left with the faded memory of macaroons and a table by a sparkling bay. Both of them share the memory of loving Sundays. Patton’s guilt will forever eat at his chest, and he will do anything to make it up to Roman and Remus.
Warnings: sympathetic Remus, mention of food, a deformed Horse, Remus being Remus, capitals, bad grammar.
Author notes: this is my second time writing this, cause I’m an idiot and deleted the first one. I’m doing this a second time because I can’t find a thing on the relationship between Virgil and The King.
word count: 1193
Masterpost
AO3
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The King's decision to split was the Kings and his alone. He wanted to rid himself of the memories of Patton’s disappointed stares after he gave a “bad” idea. The soft knocks of Virgil on his door to come in and hold him as his cries turned to whimpers.
he had to lose something too. The King lost the memories of studying different animals, judging people in court with Janus in the imagination, and he lost the memories of Sunday tea by the bay with Virgil. Yet there is something that lingers in both Roman’s and Remus’ brains.
Roman remembers some of their time with Janus, and tea in fine china, and kind eyes .
Remus remembers their time with Logan somewhat, along with a sparkling bay, and macaroons.
Both think the memories that have, the kind eyes, a sparkling bay, tea in fine china cups, and macaroons, are connected because when those memories come to thought so does the love for Sunday. Neither of them knew why but an overwhelming love for Sunday has always been there.
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It was Sunday and Virgil knew that he shouldn't cry, but the ache for his old tea parties was rampaging through his soul. He knew that the decision to split was the Kings and the King had made it, but that did not get rid of the want for those happy days of macaroons, gossip, and tea in fine china tea cups. Virgil still had the macaroons and tea in fine china cups, but no gossip, dirty jokes, or happy smiles.
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Roman and Remus both decided to find out the mystery of Sunday. They went to who they thought would never ban them from knowledge, Logan.
“Hey Logan, are you in here,” Roman yelled into the giant study that was Logan’s room. Logan walked through two bookshelves to the two brothers. “Yes, I’m right here Roman,” Logan said. “oh good, I was wondering if you knew why we like Sundays so much, I mean it could be any day of the week but it’s always Sunday, why is that?” Logan looked panicked after Roman said that. “Hey Lolo why you look like we just asked how to murder you?” Remus said. Logan glanced at both of them, took a deep breath and said, “sorry you two but I’m not the one who should tell you.”
“That is fine” both the brothers said sadly.
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Both knew that they wouldn’t get a straight answer from Janus, so they went to Patton. the one that both of them had no memories of from before the split.
“Hey Pat,” Roman said to Patton who was making lunch.
“oh hey kiddos, whats up!”
“me and Remus were wondering if you knew anything about our memories that don’t have anyone in them by the bay?”
Patton suddenly looked sad. “Oh yeah, I do. Do you want to know where the bay is? I’m pretty sure that he doesn't come back till later so you can ask all the questions you want to him. He was the one that knew the King the best...”
“Yes, yes, yesity, yes, please with a juicy butt hole on top,” Remus said smiling viciously.
Patton looked pained not to throw up right there on the spot, “Right... it’s in the King’s imagination, by the chestnut bay is the butterfly meadow. Don’t go close to the butterflies. They can poison you just by touching you unless you have a special charm, they only person that has the charm is Him.”
“Who is this Him, you keep mentioning, he seems important because he has access to the King’s imagination, along with having a charm that no one else has, and him knowing the King better than anyone else?” Roman said.
Patton just smiled and said, “that is for you to find out when you get there.” With that he started making lunch again.
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Both brothers stood at the door to the King’s Imagination. Roman took hold of the detailed gold handle, and pushed. the door swung open, the brothers walked through. The air was filled with the sweet scent of lavender and roses. Remus summoned a horse with their bones showing here and there. Roman summoned a white steed with flowers and golden thread in its mane. both mounted their rides and began the trek to the meadow.
The sights were beautiful like Roman’s, but deadly like Remus’ Imagination. when they got to the meadow they had nearly died three times, THREE!
They saw a Friesian horse tied to an old oak tree, a little bit after at a white table with fine china cups with a flower pattern on them. a display with macaroons on it was in the middle. seated at that table was a man in a black hoodie with purple patches stitched into it, the stitches were exaggerated, drinking from a floral tea cup. It was Virgil.
Roman and Remus approached through the soft grass. Roman cleared his throat, Virgil opened his eyes and looked straight (gay) at them. seeing that it was them his poster softened a bit. “hey, guys’ I’ pretty sure that you guys’ want to know about the king?”
“Yup,” roman said, ”we want to know why we love Sundays so much and who it was in our memories, but you being here answers who it was, but not why we love Sundays.”
“Well it is possible that the reason that the king loved Sundays so much is because he used to join what I'm doing right now, except we used to have more gossip, and sometimes Remy, plus the dirty jokes.”
“would you like to join me?” Virgil asked.
“Sure,” Roman said, grabbing Remus and sitting down. the tea pot raised up on it’s own and poured some tea into the cups. Remus started stuffing his face with the macaroons. Virgil let out a laugh as tears started forming in his eyes, “ the King used to do the same thing.” tears started to escape his eyes, smudging his eye-shadow on their way down. “Sorry, sorry, I shouldn’t be crying,” Virgil said, wiping the tears away, serving to smudge the eye-shadow. Roman and Remus got up from their chairs, and held the crying boy.
what they didn’t know was both of their Imaginations were becoming one hooking themselves to the King’s Imagination, and at that moment the land was completely done moving, the land masses were now one. the memories of the king rushed through both of their brains, both of the brothers now remembered all of it.
“It’s okay Vivi we both remember now.” Remus said holding Virgil closely.
“Yeah storm cloud, we remember all of it. we may never be the King but we are still parts of him, and all of him loved you with his whole heart. so of course we love you.” Roman said holding Virge just as close.
they didn’t know how long they stayed like that, Remus and Roman holding V as he cried whispering sweet things. And as a result none of them noticed Patton smiling from the tree line. After all Patton will do everything to make it up to those two.
I want to see this
I want to see virgil in this dress
Logan in this
patton in this
Roman in this
Remus in this
Janus in this (and tiny hat)
someone please draw these, and tag me in it.
thank you! it’s beautiful.
@sure-i-exist @five-falseh00ds-ph0nated @enderfar @helloidkwhatimdoing-0 @dissappropriation @xgiraffequeenx @ireneholmesloveslogos @mysticrain0 @legaycousin @amintyworld @infinitesimal-atrocities @blackcustetsquad
Here’s all the sides in some cute Lolita dresses!
The original prompt was by @thenextyellowfish I hope you like it!
Incorrect Sander Sides Quotes
Logan: If one of you makes on mistake on this project then i will go on autopilot mode
All the Light Sides except Virgil: ...
Virgil: What does he mean by that?
Patton: Autopilot mode is when we will be on our own for a week and if we make a mistake during that week then Logan would not be there to fix that mistake
Roman: Deceit will be the replacement of Logan and he will purposely make it worse
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Remus: *doing tik tok dances*
Logan: What are you doing?
Remus: *knowing that the other sides would kill him if he showed Logan tik tok dances* Dancing! , Wanna join?
Logan: Sure, I dont see why not
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Patton: So how will we make Logan sleep?
Roman: I dont know :/
Deceit: I know
Remus: Watch the pro do it 😎
Deceit, Patton, and Roman: Then do it
Remus: *goes up to logan and scratches his head like a cat*
Logan: what? *starts to fall asleep*
Remus: *scratches Logan's head slower*
Logan: *sleeps*
Deceit, Patton, and Roman: :0
Patton: Logan is like a Cat!?
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Incorrect Quotes with Sander Sides (kinda)
What if Logan and Remus switched personality's?
Logan would go in a in-depth rant on how to kill someone with a egg shell
Patton is very concerned about Logan
Virgil is very nervous of what Logan knows about
Roman is taking notes because Y E S
Logan then talks about how to use a leaf as a weapon
Roman is still taking notes to kill his brother and then grabs another notebook since he wrote too much on the subject
Patton gave up at this point to make Logan stop since this rant has been going on for a long time
Virgil is having a Mental Breakdown at this point
Roman is chasing Logan for more ideas about the subject
Logan just keeps talking
Patton is drinking with Deceit and asking how he does it
Deceit with a dead expression: i don’t
Virgil is laying down on the ground with his hoodie on while rocking back and forth in a fetal position
Roman is happy for getting ideas while the others are concerned
*Logan looks like he has not slept in years while his hair looks like a birds nest with his shirt is not tucked in and his eyes wide open when talking*
*Remus has his hair like how Logan does it for the day. His shirt is tucked in his pants with a belt on with his makeup on point (surprisingly) *
Remus is reading a book
Roman is confused for his life
Patton is still with Deceit talking about to deal with stress
Virgil is just in “space” at this point in life
(You could add to Remus, my friendo and me ran out of ideas)
Seeing them so happy and in character is so nice, just like the drawing itself 💙❤️💜💙
Sanders Sides! ( I might make this a Tshirt design idk)
The King- a Sanders Sides Fanfic
What was Creativity like before he was split in two parts?
Link for ao3
Words: 1898
Terrifying. Inappropriate. Unwanted. Intrusive. Disruptive. Creativity replayed these words in his mind several times over. It was not uncommon for him to be shot down every once and a while by the other sides. Most commonly, these words came from Anxiety. But now these insults grew more frequent and became more attacking in tone. Goddamn Anxiety. He might as well be called ‘paranoia’ with the way he treats Thomas.
Anxiety’s presence had become more and more prominent over the last few years. By the age of fifteen, the King believed he held more sway over Thomas than any other side. Despite Logic doing his best to overrule any negative feedback that was presented by the other side, Anxiety worked his hardest to make Thomas feel more alone than ever before. Now, the King of Creativity must do his best to work Thomas out of this grave Anxiety has dug.
As he used his skills to aid Thomas in conjuring fictional worlds, he found the other side would retreat into his room. When the King would exercise his rights to fully take over. He could send Thomas into daydream mode and allow him to be free of whatever would trouble him.
Daydream mode, however, sometimes came with side effects. Once daydream mode began to fade out, toward the ends of Thomas’s day, vivid nightmares would occur. As Anxiety was able to re-emerge into the mind palace, the visions of fairytale creatures would morph into horrific alternate versions of reality. Realities in which Thomas did things that would have dangerous consequences. Visions where Thomas hurt those he held dear and had always been kind to him. Fear and paranoia would take the wheel and lead Thomas into late-night spirals that were difficult to escape.
As the night would go on with Thomas losing precious hours of sleep daydream mode could finally fully dissipate. Leaving the King vulnerable to whatever criticism he would soon face. The sides could finally retire to their rooms after Thomas finally fell soundly asleep. But sometimes the King would overhear things said by the other sides.
“I feel terrible for the poor kid, honestly.” He heard Morality say once. “He can escape for a little while and is then thrown into a spiral of terrifying visions.”
Terrifying, The King thought. Morality thinks what I can do is terrifying. A rush of guilt came flooding over the side. His purpose was to be Thomas’s creative center. He was supposed to help Thomas, not become a hindrance to his everyday life.
He flashed back to a time when Thomas was quite young. Elementary school, you would write a story and illustrate it. Thomas was never excellent at drawing but, as The King of Creativity, he would try his hardest. The details of the story were fuzzy to him but he remembered an illustration of Thomas electrocuting one of his older brothers. The King had imagined it as a funny joke, which is what Thomas’s classmates saw it as. Unfortunately, Morality did not see it that way. The King was told that it was inappropriate and terrible to even joke about hurting a loved one.
Despite this warning, years later, Thomas would be faced with nightmares worse than what his innocent third-grade sketches could ever predict. The thoughts of performing a heinous crime that he had read about in a crime-novel or speaking about his deepest secrets to those who would use it against them. Fear of alienation would stop Thomas from speaking about what he thought about.
Soon, a day would come when Anxiety would approach Creativity after a daydream mode experience gone awry. He had said to the King, “I heard Logic use a term to describe what happens to you toward the end of your little brainstorming sessions,” He had begun. There was a harshness in his voice, he also sounded mildly taunting, like he was going to say something the King wouldn’t like. “He called them Intrusive Thoughts.”
Intrusive Thoughts. The King looked at the darkly dressed side in front of him. “What does that mean?” He had asked. He knew that, if it were important enough for Anxiety to tell him this, these words did not have pleasant meanings.
“To my knowledge, the word ‘Intrusive’ means something along the lines of disruptive or unwanted.” Anxiety replied, his voice was eerily calm.
It was disconcerting to see the side that was responsible for Thomas’s fears speaking with such a mild tone. From an outside perspective, it was obvious Anxiety was trying to get under Creativity’s skin. From the perspective of the King, it was working.
“Take that as you will, your Highness.” Anxiety shrugged and walked away from Creativity. Leaving him alone with his thoughts.
Anxiety’s words ran through the King’s mind for a long time. Even as he prepared to go to sleep, the remarks haunted him. Now, as Thomas faced another restless night, so did the King of Creativity. As time passed, the King heard the other sides express their concerns about Thomas’s wellbeing. They blamed Creativity for the ways Thomas’s mind would sway to writing something unpleasant or dark. They would tell Creativity that they needed to have positivity and happiness in order to cancel out the effects of Anxiety’s fear. And despite some very good brainstorming sessions in daydream-mode, there was also the stray few that would end in disaster.
Intrusive...disruptive...unwanted. Anxiety’s words, once again, ran through his mind. The King was now feeling shameful and guilty about how he was trying to help Thomas. This time was different from the others, however. This time, the feeling was not gone in the morning.
As the sides began their days, the King woke up still feeling guilty about the night before. He began growing afraid to engage in daydream mode for fear of the consequences. This, however, left both himself and Thomas feeling worse than usual. Soon, his only form of escapism for Thomas was gone. He began growing more distant from the other sides and was unconsciously isolating himself. His insecurities began to get the best of him. There would be times when he would duck out entirely, in order to avoid judgment.
Thomas’s imagination was stuck in a slump. Normally, he was incredibly creative and could write a story with ease. Writing was one of the ways he escaped his anxieties and the rest of his troubles. Now, he was stuck in a place where he couldn’t think of anything to write and was falling deeper into his fears and worries.
One night, the King had come out in order to alleviate Thomas’s stress, after a particularly difficult day. He had hoped that emerging in dire circumstances would lessen the chances of things going wrong toward the end of daydreaming. The King saw the look of surprise on Logic’s face as he asked to enter daydream mode. He never asked for permission, however, he had thought that asking for permission would be less disruptive.
Everything was seemingly going according to plan until daydream-mode began to fade out. Thomas’s ideas of drafting villainous characters began to shift into thoughts of himself as the villain; wreaking havoc on the relationships he had worked so hard to build up.
As Creativity saw what was happening, he panicked and retreated into his room. He abandoned daydream mode without hesitation. Leaving the other sides to deal with the aftermath of another disaster. As he disappeared into his room, the King broke down. He heard the words of the other sides running through his mind. Terrifying. Inappropriate. Unwanted. Intrusive. Disruptive. The King paced back and forth throughout his room. Thoughts were rattling inside his brain.
Am I hurting Thomas? How can I get rid of all of these horrific ideas? I can’t keep putting Thomas through all of this. What is the point of trying to help? Would it be better for everyone if I just was gone for good? His mind raced with questions and fear. How ironic, the King thought. I have now become the anxious and insecure side.
With that thought, the King collapsed to the floor. Gripping at his bedframe for stability, began to sob with his thoughts becoming even more frantic. What is wrong with me? How do I fix this? How...? Why...? What...?
Without any warning, he was enveloped in darkness.
He was alone, standing by himself, in a void. His head was ringing and he felt like the world was spinning around him.
“Get rid of the bad creativity.” He heard his own voice echoing throughout his mind. “Fix yourself.” It now echoed.
Suddenly, the King felt a sharp pain go through his entire body. Almost as if he was being ripped apart. He screamed in pain and fell to the ground.
He was still surrounded by darkness, thus causing the pain to be even more concerning. What is happening to me? The agony continued, as the colors of red and green flashed in his vision causing him blacked out again.
Two boys woke up on the floor of the King’s bedroom. One dressed in white with a red sash. The other dressed in black with a green sash. The looked at each other with the same fearful expression.
“Who are you?” They both asked at the same time.
“I’m Creativity.” They both responded. They both talked about the memories that they had leading up to that point. The pain and then waking up to the sight of each other. They talked about who most likely represented good creativity and who represented bad creativity. They decided that they were twins and a result of the King’s breakdown.
“Does this mean that we’re both the King?” The side in black and green asked.
“I think I’m more of a prince now,” the red and white side responded. “Since neither of us is fully the King anymore.”
“Well, if you’re a prince the I’ll be a duke!” Exclaimed the boy in green and black.
The Prince decided to call himself Roman. He decided that the Duke would be called Remus. Their names were similar to the twins Romulus and Remus, in Roman myth. Because the prince represented “good” creativity and Romulus was who Rome was named for, the prince decided that Roman was a good fit.
As time would go on, Roman would become the prized brother. He was “Good Creativity” after all. Remus became rejected, taken in by Deceit, and the other sides that were considered to be bad or harmful to Thomas. The Prince seemed to forget the trauma that caused the King’s split. The Duke, however, would harbor those memories for a long time after being shut out by the “good sides.”
Later in Thomas’s life, Anxiety would become one of the “good sides” too. The side that caused Creativity the most pain before the split. Soon, Remus would grow aggravated by the amount of attention Anxiety was getting by the good sides. As Deceit would also make more frequent appearances in Thomas’s decision making, Remus grew more fearful that he was becoming the only rejected side left.
Remus decided that sooner or later he was going to get the attention he craved. He didn’t give a damn if he was considered a “bad side,” he just wanted to be heard and have his voice be listened to. He decided to use his own daydream mode.
Everytime I watch DWIT I cant help but be sad at that part where Logan is explaining how Remus and Roman split while Remus is doing a particularly childish dance.
I just imagine a sweet little boy, five or six. He has a bad thought and he pushes it away. A little boy, maybe wearing green toy armour, starts crying uncontrollably. I don’t know. There’s something about that dance that screams trauma to me.
It’s like, Remus and Roman are portrayed by the fandom as maybe being close when they were younger, but I don’t see that. It’s like, if their parents were the natural choices Thomas’ brain made (not that I’m blaming Thomas) those choices abused and neglected Remus while bringing up Roman as normal.
Some people are loud and odd because they want to be. Some people are loud and odd because they don’t think they’ll be heard otherwise. I dunno. Tell me what you guys think!
Imagine! COOKIES Version!
WARNING- SPOIL ALERT, WATCH THE VIDEO, YOU WON’T REGRET IT! and This contain a lot of links of cookies!
Anygay!
After the new video, everyone was sitting on the couch except Patton who came back with a plate of all kinds of cookies, goes in front of Deceit.
‘‘Pick one!’’
“Why?”
“Just pick one.”
“No.”
He picks the Gluten free peanut butter chocolate chip cookie, eats it.
“Gross.”
Patton smiles, leaves with the tray. Comes back with tray of oatmeal cookies, sets it on Roman’s lap. “I hate.... how much you know me!” All Roman got in response is a giggle. Patton leaves again, returns with a plate of Gluten free peanut butter chocolate chip cookie and places it on Deceit’s lap. “I hate these..” “Uh-huh.” With that, Patton left and returns with a plate of toffee crunch on Thomas’ lap. “Thanks!” “You’re welcome, kiddo!” Patton left, returns with two plates this time. Places the brownie cookies on Virgil’s lap and places the ‘kitchen sink’ on Logan’s but whispers in Logan’s ear “You might not be everyone’s favorite, but you are mine.” and pecks his cheek. Logan and Patton, both, was blushing. Patton left and come back with a salad, sits down.
“Why-”
“Today, haven’t a rough day and it’s helps to stay healthy.”
Help!
I am playing Sims 3 and I have made the Sander Sides (With no Thomas... I know.. I’m a horrible person!) Anyway, who can Deceit date? Logicality and Prinxiety are real so they can’t date Deceit... Any suggestions? Please? I don’t want to have Deceit single!
Listen up. There is literally an app that can help you avoid self harm and I don’t know why we aren’t talking about it.
Calm Harm can be tailored to your needs and will provide strategies to help you get past those crucial moments of wanting to harm.
It’s also totally FREE.
once again, it’s called CALM HARM
More tarot cards, soon I shall have more done!!
sanders sides prompt
give me remus and deciet giving patton a pastl goth makeover with fishnets, lace and the lot and when patton shows them the result he accidentliy makes his boyfriends even gayer.
A night of kisses and cuddles
“Why did you leave so manyyy.” Virgil complains as Roman places Them on their bathroom counter, “Do they hurt?”
“Kinda” They mumle as Roman plays with their hair “Okay, what do you need me to do My sweet little emo?”
“First of all, don’t call me that. Second of all, how am i supposed to know?!” Virgil whines as Roman slightly pulls their hair.
“Hush emo i know you like it, Now hold still” Roman softly says as he opens the cabinet above Them.
Roman takes out a bottle of lotion, pouring some on his hands.
He begins massaging Virgil’s neck as the smaller side cross their legs, blushing.
“Okay?” Roman asks hoping for a good reaction from his sweet emo
“Mm” The words barely leave Virgil’s mouth before Roman is yet again asking “Are you sure?” Roman sounds down right guilty
‘God how many did i leave’ Roman thinks as he glances down at Virgil’s collarbone, their tanktop hanging slightly loose ‘How pretty’
“R-Ro” Virgil whines placing a hand on Roman's shoulder, “huh” Roman mutters as he looks back op at Them
Virgil’s face is a cherry like red, “your h-holding a l-little tight”
“Sorry sweetheart” Roman’s says quickly loseing his hold as somone begins loudly knocking on the door.
“Are you two in there?” They hear Logan question from beyond the door
‘Ooooo the nerds home~ ’ Roman smiles as Logan opens the door
“What the hell happend” Logan asks looking over at Virgil
“Roman you know our’re baby bruises easily” Logan says walking over to them
“I know that” Roman says as Logan looks at him “then why-“ Logan was cut off by Virgil
“Lo it’s okay, i-i asked him to” Virgil crosses their arms “oh well then, i’ll go help Patton with dinner”
“Pop star’s Home too?!” Roman yells practically jumping up and down “indeed my love, would you like help too?” Logan asks smiling.
“Yes yes yes!!” Roman joy fully yells and runs out of the bathroom to go help Patton in the kitchen.
“Virgil, you okay?” Logan asks as Virgil contines to blush. “Hoodie?” Logan asks jokingliy “Yes please....” Virgil whispers
“Come on then let’s get you one” Logan takes Virgil’s hands helping them down from the counter.
They walk to their shared bedroom and Virgil borrows one of Patton’s hoodies.
“Dinner kiddos!” It comes from the kitchen.
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"Are we still holding moive night tonight?" Logan asks looking around.
"I'm down" Virgil says nodding "of course baby" Patton chines in “just let me clear the table first” Patton says getting op.
“Of course Love. Virgil, Roman rember you two are picking the movie tonight”
“Cinderella!” they both scream happliy, they both love that movie.
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Virgil shivers as Logan trace his fingertips alone their arm, “Aww baby~" Patton coos drawing Virgil’s attenion to the him.
Patton places a kiss on Virgil’s forehead. His emo’s head in his lap, their torso in Logan’s, legs in Roman’s.
“You cold sweetie?” Roman asks as Virgil blushes. "a bit" Virgil says looking back over to the tv, the movie almost over.
Logan reaches for the blanket at the foot of the sofa, laying it on Virgil.
“Thank you” Virgil mumbles as they bury their face under the blanket. They will never admit it but they love movie nights and they wouldn’t miss it for the world
Patton giggels pulling the blanket away from Virgil’s face, “you can’t hide from us sweetheart~” Patton says pulling Virgil in for quick kiss
“Oh come here” Logan says helping Virgil sit up. Patton moves closer to Logan, his hand rubbing Virgil’s back.
Virgil’s hold onto Logan’s neck, as Logan kisses them.
Virgil’s can feel their lips get tired, as Logan’s hands rest apon their wasit.
Logan slowly pulls away, but Virgil's lips weren't cold for long. Roman was right there "Virgie baby, you want another one?~"
"Mm~" Virgil moves closer to Roman. The blanket falling in their lap as Roman gently grabs their hips
Roman kisses them softly, holding Virgil tighter.
"Your just so cute" Logan mutters under his breath as Virgil pulls away from Roman
Patton helps Virgil lay down again, their eyes almost closed. The movies credits roll.
Roman yawns moving Virgil's legs "I need my beauty sleep, so I'm gonna hit the Hay" Roman says getting up and rubbing his eyes.
Roman gives Logan a quick kiss on his forehead, and Patton a quick kiss on his cheek, and Virgil a quick kiss on their lips.
"Goodnight my loves~" Roman says walking up the stairs, "Goodnight sweetie" they all mumble at the same time.
Patton giggles as he helps Virgil sit up again. They end up mostly in Patton's lap half asleep
“I’m gonna hit the hay as well” Logan mumbles get up and turning off the tv. “Sleep tight babe” Patton says as Logan kisses his cheek
“Goodnight Lolo” Virgil sleeply giggles as Logan kisses their forehead. “Night baby” Logan laughs walking up stairs
Virgil shifts in Patton’s lap, “here” Patton says grabing the blanket in Virgil’s lap and throwing it over Virgil’s shoulders.
“Thanks” Virgil says snuggling into Patton’s chest, Patton holds back a squeal hugging them tight.
“We should probably head to bed too Sweetie” Patton says trying to move Virgil from his lap “Noooooo....” Virgil whines holding onto Patton’s neck
“If you don’t move i’m gonna have to carry you” Patton says thinking Virgil would move
“Can you?” Virgil yawns “Would that be okay?” Patton smiles, Virgil had ever let him carry Them before.
Virgil nods almost asleep. Patton picks Virgil up bridal style, the blanket still on them
“Veve?” Patton asks a yawn esaping his lips. “Mm” Virgil’s eyes slightly open, “Can you sleep with me, i don’t wanna be alone”
Virgil nods giving Patton a quick kiss
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Virgil suggles into Patton's chest. Patton Holding Virgil tight. “Baby, can we see if the others are awake, i miss them” Patton sleeply mumbles
“Mm, i miss them too”
They both stumble down the hall, first to Roman’s room.
Virgil peaks their head in “Roro? You awake?”
“I am now” Roman complains as he turns around, now facing the two people in his doorway.
“Sorry...we just wanted to know if you wanted to cuddle, but you seem tired” Virgil says looking at the floor “We’ll leave you be” Patton says talking Virgil’s hand
“Oh, sorry. But if we”re gonna cuddle, then shouldn’t we get Logan?” Roman says getting up from bed.
Patton beams “Well that’s the next stop”
Roman takes Patton’s hand as they walk down to Logan’s room.
The light is on, “Lolo!” Virgil whines as they throw open the door to see Logan sitting at his desk
“Sweetheart, we’re talked about this” Roman sighs walking over, saving the file and shutting off Logan’s computer.
“Right, sorry” Logan rubs his forehead as Patton places a hand om his shoulder
"We gonna go cuddle, and your joining Virgil says taking Logan’s hand and helping him up “it’s 2 am” Logan yawns
“You were up anyway, and we all know you love cuddling~” Roman teases
"Come on Lo" Patton whines taking Logan's other arm
“Okay okay i’ll cuddle with you” Logan surrenders walking along with Them back to Roman’s room
As they all settle into the soft sheets Virgil kisses each of their boyfriends softly, making sure eveybody get’s a hug before they begin cuddling
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“Hey Roman have you seen.....” Thomas frezzes in the doorway, quitely staring at the cuddle pile with Virgil and Patton in the middle.
Thomas smiles sweetliy pulling out his phone and snapping a picure before closing the door, not wanting to wake them anymore
Me vs a random fander:
Fander Janus is accepted
Me: something's iffy
Fander: where's Virgil
Me: meh... He hurts Logan and Roman and despises Remus and Dee
Fander: Patton's evil?!
Me: HiS tRuE fOrM!
Fander: ignoring Logan
Me: thoroughly reading it through
Fander: *crying over Roman*
Me: ...but if Patton's "nice" and checking up on him why y'all crying
Fander: only caring about Dee Roman and Virgil
Me: WHAT ABOUT LOGAN?! IS HE WITH REMUS? REMY? EMILE? WHERE IS HE?!?!?
If you couldnt tell, I don't like Patton or Virgil