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The pain is real

Are you ever reading a completed fanfic, and then you notice how a chapter in particular ends on a gigantic fucking cliffhanger, like the mother of all cliffhangers, and you need to take a moment to remember all those people that read this when it was still a work in progress. RIP friends

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I'm taking requests!!

I'll mainly be writing fluff or hurt/comfort, I don't do smut and I'm not a fan if writing heavy angst

I'll really do any ships (just obviously not remrom) but I most enjoy stuff like

-Logicality

-Moceit

-Logince

-Demus

-Intrulogical

But once again I'll do any

I'm also entirely up for aus

I found a post by @solarsparkss that was basically Sanders sides ships as childhood memories

And decided I'd do what I do best and take really nice wholesome content and ruin it for everyone

So I give you Sanders sides ships as classic childhood memories: Callum edition

Logince: fighting with my brother wale we were making Mac and cheese, I wanted to add the cheese and we were dumb kids and used cheese from a jar I reached for the jar with no warning and broke it 

Analogical: keeping my mom up cause I had a stomachache and I kept asking if we could go to a doctor, and when she'd finally agree I'd say we didn't have to go 

Prinxiety: watching kids randomly break out into fights and even cheering some on

Royality: my grandma unintentionally buying aphmau merch 

Demus: me getting in trouble cause I allegedly punched a baby

Logicality: whenever the teacher had a timer on the board and it going down to 10 seconds and everyone yelling "10 SECONDS BAKER'S"

Moxiety: crying and covering my ears when we had to watch a brainpop. Jr over drugs 

LAMP: my absolute hell of a drama camp, where we spent more time walking then dancing and I had a meltdown the day of the show cause I thought a girl hated me 

Dukxiety: my friend asking the highschool band performing at the school if they could play megalovania on the tenor trumpet 

Roceit: my brother crushing my dreams of wanting to meet stampycat

Moceit: forcing my family to sing Christmas songs by the fire

Loceit: making fun of trump during lunch and one girl leaning over and saying "don't you guys think your being a bit rude"

Anxceit: my teacher in kindergarten asking me how high I can count and me not wanting to show off and saying I could only count to 100

Intrulogical: me getting horny asf during a fine motor skills class 

Intruality: crying over the cartoon network "we'll see you tomorrow" ending cause it just made me really sad 

Me trying to write stories ROMAN SANDERS EDITION

(Now including drawn picture also made by me ( ´•̥̥̥ω•̥̥̥` ))

Me trying to write stories ROMAN SANDERS EDITION

1193 words and counting. Trigger-Warning slight alluding to self-harm +negative thoughts.

That wasn’t that bad Roman tried to convince himself. He’d been through way worse right . . .? Wait was that considered a good thing. He brought his hands to his head. It had begun agonizingly pounding earlier in the day and he could feel the pressure in his ears akin to something like a buzzing sound had begun making its presence known. He felt sluggish and lethargicness crept upon him. Surely they hadn’t meant it that way. Not like their intend was hurting him. So why did he feel so . . so hurt. It was like a piece inside of him was broken off. The piece that carried all his confidence. His admittedly now feeling false bravery. The bravado that helped him conquer his less then awesome feelings. He heard creaking footsteps up the stairs and some soft whispered goodnights.

The mind palace fell empty on sound as its residents started heading to their respective beds. I should probably get some shut eye too thought Roman as he looked around his room. He hadn’t had the time or to be honest motivation to clean it up for a while now. His energy seemed to have wounded down a lot lately. He would put it down to the amount of videos they had been making. But truthfully he wasn’t very much present in them at all let alone having his ideas represented as anything less than annoying. He twirled his messy hair in between his fingers, twiddling his thumbs while rocking back and forth a bit. The silence that now protruded the vacant mind surroundings made the whining in his ears stand out all the more. He grabbed his temple and began rubbing circles on his forehead. He didn’t want things to be this way. It all felt so complicated. And like his incompetence was already making everybody uncomfortable enough. Without highlighting all his other flaws. Normally he loved the spotlight but now it made him itch.

The thought alone made him have trouble breathing. He should be more put together. How could he dream of having a grand live on the stage if he couldn’t even stand a meager spotlight. He felt woozy had his room always been this of kilter, this . . dizzying. His vision blurred had he been crying this whole time. How long . . . he tried wiping away his tears as new ones grew in their places. The clock face on his nightstand was barely legible through mist his eyes produced. It read 02:10 AM. Had he really been rummaging through his hair and been sat thinking here for this long. SHIT- Logan had a schedule he wanted to keep and he didn’t want to be tired and late for the morning meetings. Ouch . . .his head stung if it wasn’t for him feeling immobile he would have moved to pick up some painkillers for his worsening headache. Then again he didn’t wanna wake up the others by making too much sound going to find it in the cabinets below. He’d been warned before about being too noisy and off-putting when trying to practice his favorite musical songs. Keep it down Logan had yelled. Yeah will you can it with your sappy bullshit his mustachy brother had added. He’d tried whisper singing ever since. It didn’t have that much flare to it, but if it made them happier he’d be glad to be of their backs.

The inside of his head felt as if someone had knocked his brain around quite a few times. Cut all its supports out and the remaining short-circuiting heap had been set on fire as some sort of twisted fun added bonus. He sniffled rubbing the underside of his nose and eye sockets. He probably deserved it. The way he’d been performing lately was about as garbage as he felt. The clock face blinked 03:00 AM it read. No, no NO . . . this had to stop. He wasn’t even supposed to stay up again. He was exhausted it took longer than he wanted to admit to come up with his sup-par ideas as it was. He didn’t need to create more problems for himself and everyone around him. He slammed down his fist against his carpet and then recoiled in shock as he remembered he shouldn’t produce sounds this late into the night. Frustrated he dug his nails into his palm and bit on his knuckles as he closed his arms around himself. His knees seemed to tremble a bit, he noticed as he looked down. Was this the self-soothing Virgil had talked about. It didn’t seem that soothing to him.

He looked at his fingers they were cold and absent of colour apart from the stained ink and the numerous papercuts on them. He’d really been trying. It might have looked easy from the outside but ‘’It was all a Ruse’’. As Deceit would so say. More and more often he felt that it was all just too much and that balancing it was getting more impossible as it became harder to smile to himself in the mirror. What had been the last time he’d truly felt accomplished. Like he got his stuff together or at least made it look presentable enough to fool everyone. His heavy eyelids started to droop over his glossy dry red tear stained eyes until they shot up to look at his calendar.

Crap.

He’d forgot. He was so busy being fucking sorry for himself that he’d missed the big red circled due date of the upcoming script. If something had to pull him over the edge this was it he’d reached his limits. And felt surrounded. He started drawing panicked breaths heaving over on himself. He didn’t know what pounded harder his head or his chest. They were gonna be so mad at him or worse they'd be staring on in drooping disappointment as he would stand there ashamed in the corner , uneasy shuffling his feet. Patton would throw out a halfhearted it’s okay kiddo. With Thomas sighing looking away as Logan crumpled his paper up and muttered something about no respect for a proper schedule in the background, again having to adjust each and every detail in his already busily packed important planning scheme. If this was only a mild version of a so called panic attack that he’d had explained to him by Virgil. He couldn’t imagine what a full blown one must have actually felt like. He felt so sorry for the dude. How could he ever manage to put on any sense of composure if he had to have these on an at least a monthly basis. the walls felt like the were eerily closing in on him. He wanted to scream to cry out for help but only a meekly weak sob would be forced out of his throat that as the shadows in the corners of his narrowed eyes started to crop up and he lost his already faltering vision to the black surrounding his corneas. His body sunk to the ground like a melted puddle.

A loud Thud-was heard as his head slammed against the floor.

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When your prince doesn’t sleep well so you’re V concerned

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Roman: This relationship is going really good Virgil.

Virgil: *stares at Roman*

Roman: May I hold your hand?

Virgil: *dies*

Roman, crying: No! How am I supposed to find another gay emo?!

Prinxiety as ponies <3

They’re so sun and moon coded I needed to draw these two 😭😭 their names are Thunder Meadow and Royal Note! I might do the other sides later but I’m not sure yet…we’ll see! Feel free to draw these two designs as well if you want!

For the reverse au. Roman definitely gives Virgil a bell choker. And Virgil loved it bc Roman gave it to him. But. He still likes to sneak, so he finds a way to put cotton or something in the bell so that it doesn't make noise. The cotton of course is removable, so it can still make noise sometimes, but it's even better to sneak up on Roman while wearing the bell, bc Roman partially made it for him so that Virgil couldn't scare him anymore?

please,,, bell choker,,, bell choker as a declaration of love for them,,,, i will never leave this alone,,,

Prinxiety doodle

no bc Thomas is a shipper in (not so) secret im telling u

thinking about FWSA again

OMG YESS

I found the fourth image on Pinterest (credit to whoever the artist is) and just made me think of this prinxiety moment 💜❤️💜❤️

i wholeheartedly agree w/ you

Ranting About Sanders Sides Again Because I Can

The fact that Roman and Virgil are currently the two sides with the most stable relationship out of the whole cast right now is just, so sweet to me.

Technically you could make a case for Janus and Remus's relationship or Janus and Patton's relationship, but Janus and Remus haven't actually interacted in a canon episode just yet, and Janus and Patton's relationship is just really getting started, so I'm not counting either of those just yet.

Now, Roman and Virgil. We know them, we love them, and I think all of us know that their relationship initially started off pretty rocky. For pretty much all of Season 1 they didn't exactly get along at all. But since then, they've gotten to the point where they're genuinely really good friends, (I'd personally even call them best friends!) and they've still got their usual banter, but at this point it's become their thing. They're not really Roman and Virgil without it!

The fact that Roman's become so much more closed off towards everyone else, but is still happily bantering with Virgil really just goes to show how much he trusts him. And it makes sense! Virgil's proven to him that he actually cares about him (see FWSA for reference) and in turn that's caused Roman to become much more comfortable around him! I mean, just look at how Roman talks about him in the 5th Anniversary Episode compared to when he's talking about the others!!

"patton"

"logan"

"virgil"

See the difference? I certainly do!

Whether you consider their relationship to be currently the most stable in the series right now or not, you have to admit that Roman's relationship with Virgil is most definitely his own most stable one out of everyone right now. Including Thomas!

Honestly, if we don't get to see Roman and Virgil being freaking best friends in the season finale, you will not hear the end of it from me. There will be many a grumpy rant coming from my end.

I'm very excited to see how their relationship develops from here, both with how they're gonna be responding to Janus's acceptance, and with their interactions with just each other on their own. It'll be nice! And I'm very excited to see how it all plays out! :)

Also the Sanders Sides season finale cannot come soon enough, I am absolutely craving more content and I cannot wait to see what happens next.

Alright! That's all from me for now! See you all again soon!! 👋

this is beautiful!!!✨

My colony likes you~

19 December Virgil's birthday! Happy birthday moonlight!

I'm in this fandom since the end of the summer, but I'm already obsessed with this beautiful characters! Tomas you are such a great man. Even if I can't understand every single word (not my main language) I'm still can understand everything happening.

So I like to create my own AUs, and this is Virgil who live in forest with his spider colony. I was thinking about drawing Patton, but hе either pass out already, or considering to burn Virgil alive. Logan trying to calm Patton, because they need V to guide them through the dungeon

AAAAHHHHH THIS IS SO ADORABLEEE

They have matching rings-

theyre soo prettyyy

A lil' dance

(ID in alt text)

Lowkey not proud about certain things but It's them! They deserved a little dance :3

Taglist: @roseianxiety @virgil-sanders-the-gay-emo @angstysunshine @treeni @jervis-tetch-my-beloved @gattonero17 @anxious-chaos-art @your-local-crackhead-gremlin @parksthefrog

Reblogs are appreciated!

awww

I like to think Roman just glows when he's happy. Which means glowy Roman and sparkly Virgil! :D

(click for better quality)

damn this really got me feeling sum stuff

2sU ^.^

(“I know you hate me”, Amnesia, Wildcard)

Okay so this was a little late, but i managed! I went with a hollywood setting. Hope you guys enjoy!!!

“Can you shut up for two minutes and listen to me? We’re not on stage, you don’t have to be the main character!” Virgil snapped.

Roman huffed. “Oh, as if you had anything helpful to add? Other than that my ideas are all trash?” he argued.

Roman didn’t know what the teacher was thinking putting them together for this report. Virgil Stillwater always had something to critique and Roman was tired of it.

“Maybe, if you’d actually let me finish for once! But as usual when the great Roman Riva speaks all must be quiet!”

Roman let out a frustrated huff and packed his stuff.

“Oh, real mature! Run away. That’ll help!” Virgil bit.

“We are not going to do anything other than shout tonight, clearly. And I can’t deal with that right now.” He really couldn’t.

“Oh please,” Virgil scoffed. He didn’t know a single thing about him. He wasn’t going to bother defending himself.

Roman stormed towards the door. “Roman get back here. We haven’t made a single plan!” Virgil called after him. Roman wasn’t listening though. He was out of here. Working face to face wasn’t going to work. Maybe if they built on each other’s work or something. But this could not…

“Roman!” Roman looked up. Virgil sounded terrified. That was when he saw the headlights and heard the car horn.

Roman was vaguely aware of sounds around him. Voices. Beeping. But nothing really made sense. Occasionally he felt something. Though he couldn’t really pinpoint what it was. He could tell where though. His arms, his forehead, his hand. He just wanted to wake up and see what was going on.

And then he did.

As he’d sort of gathered at this point, he was in a hospital bed. Next to him was an unexpectedly comfortable looking chair and a man was sitting in it.

He was past his mid twenties and Roman couldn’t for the life of him figure out what this man was doing in his room. Shouldn’t his parents be keeping watch over him?

He is distracted by the sound of the tv. There was a Disney movie playing, Tangled. Very few people knew about his love for Disney… Had this man chosen it? Was it coincidence?

Where were his parents? What had happened? The car hit him that much was clear. But how bad was it?

The man’s eyes drift towards him, perhaps reacting to a sound Roman had made without realizing.

Once their eyes meet, the man shoots up and reaches for a button on the bedside.

“Roman!” he exclaims, looking ridiculously happy. How long had he been out?

“Sir, what is… Oh good. Mr. Riva is awake.” Mister? Him?

“Yes, he just woke up,” the stranger smiled before looking at him. “I’m going to call the others. Your parents had to arrange some things back in Florida but they’ll be here as soon as they can.” Back in Florida? Where was he? Why wasn’t he in a hospital back home?

“I’m going to give the doctor some space to work. I’ll be right back though,” the man promised, patting his hand comfortingly before leaving the room, getting replaced by a doctor.

“Good to see your eyes open sir.” Sir?

“How are you feeling?” the nurse asked as she checked the machines and prepped a needle.

Roman swallowed and tried to speak. “Sleepy, sore,” Okay that felt a little weird, but his voice worked. “Can you tell me where you are?” The doctor asked.

“Hospital… America,” Roman said. Hopping the doctor would tell him where they’d taken him.

The man nodded. “You’re in LA sir,” he offered. Los Angeles? Why was he on the literal other side of the country?

“Do you know how you got here?” the doctor asked.

“Car,” Roman said, though he wondered if he’d missed something. Had he been taken here for some kind of specialized care? That might be it. He wouldn’t put it past his parents, though he hoped they hadn’t spent too much money.

The doctor nodded. “Indeed. You’ve been in a coma for about three weeks. The first two were medically induced but you clearly felt you needed an extra minute,” the doctor joked. Three weeks…

Okay that wasn’t too terrible.

“You luckily managed to break the impact rather well, our biggest worry was your head injury. Other than that you had some minor fractures that have mostly healed at this point. You do have a broken rib or two that still need time to heal I’m afraid but physically that is the worst of it. Your last scan shows that the brain trauma has cleared up almost completely, so we are hopeful that any effects that might still linger, will be temporary and treatable. You are still young so that helps your chances at a full recovery.”

Roman managed to nod. That sounded good.

“Alright. I’ll need to ask a few questions, just routine. I know they’ll sound ridiculous, but it is part of the process.” Roman nodded again.

“Okay. Can you state your name?”

“Roman Riva,” he said without hesitation.

“Good. Who is the current president of the USA?” he continued as he scribbled something down.

“Obama,” Roman said. That gave the doctor and the nurse pause.

“What date is it?” Roman frowned as he tried to count it out in his head, three weeks… It’d been start of February… Sooo.

“March 1st 2012,” that was his best bet. The doctor glanced at the nurse. A moment passed and they nodded at one another. Then that friendly smile was back again. But Roman was a bit worried. He had to be off by a bit more than a few days for this reaction. Right?

“Alright sir. As I said, we expect a full recovery. If you experience dizziness or memory issues or anything unusual, make sure to alert someone of this. You’ll need some physical therapy as your body gets used to moving around again. Once again, welcome back sir,” the doctor said before he and the nurse left.

Roman took in the room again. It was a nice room. There were a lot of cards and balloons and flowers. Like a lot a lot. And there was a pile of letters in a box next to the bed. The whole school must’ve sent something. All the flowers caused the room to smell nice. Moments later, the man returned. Looking a lot less excited. But he was smiling, just in a sad way.

“Doctor gave me an update,” he said. Why? Aren’t doctors supposed to be very strict about only informing family.

“If you don’t feel up to visitors yet, I can tell the others you want to be left alone for a bit… But I felt you should hear it from me.”

Roman wasn’t sure what ‘it’ was. But he didn’t want to be left alone with his thoughts. “Visitors, are, fine,” he said slowly.

“Okay… this is going to sound insane. You were in an accident a few weeks ago,” Roman nodded, he remembered that. Not the impact but the car coming at him. “And well… you seem to have lost a bit of your memories from before that too. So don’t freak out. Please,” the man says gently.

Roman swallows tensely. Okay. Okay he can be cool. Though he didn’t get what he had forgotten, there weren’t any holes in his memories that he could spot…

“It’s 2022,” the man says.

What… “It’s 2012…” Roman corrects. The man shook his head and picks up a mirror from under a book to show Roman his face. His significantly more mature face. Oh… He looked back at the man and tries to imagine it younger. Clearly he was supposed to know him. Did they know each other back in high school? Back in high school. This was crazy. How could he be 16 one minute and 26 the next?

The man had something vaguely familiar to him though. He looked a little like an older Virgil, he even was dressed in a more mature and cooler version of his usual emo style. The purple hair and arm tattoo threw him off… But the more he looks at him. “Virgil Stillwater?” he whispers.

Virgil nods, his smile becoming relieved.

“You look… you…”

“Look like I could be an actual model for Hot Topic? I know,” Virgil smirked with a casual confidence that seemed so out there for him. “I guess that’s a way to put it.” He was very handsome.

“Yeah. I had a great stylist teach me how to dress like me  but with style. Got through some serious issues which allowed me to become much more confident. It’s been a ride,” Virgil smirked. He was being playful, teasing. But there was still sadness in his eyes. Roman wanted to ask a million things. But then…

“We came as soon as we heard! Roman! You sweet prince, you’re back!” an excited voice called out as a man with curly, dirty blond hair and freckles raced in, barely being held back by a man with long sunny blond hair and a beautymark darkening the left side of his face.

“Patton, he’s still in recovery,” the man reminded his companion. Knowing that he had to deage by a decade Roman recognized them. Patton James and Janus Vance.

“Right right…” the man, who last time Roman remembered seeing him was terrified of everyone currently in the room, less so of Virgil, but still, nodded while the slimeball who stole Roman’s most recent prospective boyfriend wrapped an arm around his waist.

“Guys…” Virgil started but then there was a familiar screech.

“Romie!!” Remus was caught and held back by both Patton and Janus.

“No need to knock him out again right away,” Janus smirked with fond teasing.

“Hmph… Later?” Remus wondered and everyone chuckled, even Virgil, though it came less easily to him.

“My apologies, I could not hold him back on my own… Roman, it’s good to see you again.”

Logan, the quiet nerd who only ever spoke to him to berate or ridicule him said, smiling fondly. What? And why did he arrive with Remus, who existed to embarrass him? Okay maybe Remus being here made the most sense of all of them. He was still his brother, and he should hope he’d been a little worried after a car crash.

“What… What are all of you doing here?” he asked shocked.

That confused most people in the room. “What do you mean?” Patton asked.

“Oh don’t give me that! I know you hate me!” he stated firmly. Sure of it.

Everyone looked at Virgil. Why was this so confusing to them?

“He’s lost his memories. Last he remembers, from what I understand, was our fight back in sophomore year. You know. When he nearly got hit by that minivan,” Virgil surmised.

“You mean when you pulled him out of the way just in time, putting your own health and safety at risk for his sake?” Logan recalled. Virgil pulled him out of the way.

“Yes. So last he remembers none of us are friends yet. I mean, he maybe remembers Patton aggressively trying to befriend me because he took one look at me and said ‘this sad boy is friend shaped’.” The group laughed, nostalgia clear among them.

“So what you are trying to tell me… is that after that near miss, we started getting along?” Roman surmised. Virgil looked at him and nodded.

“You and I had an actual talk without yelling, and we learned we had stuff in common. Like that we both liked Disney. And after that, well, we started giving the other people in this room a chance. I tried to trust that Pat wouldn’t run for the hills the second he actually got to know me. You confronted Logan about his tendency to make people feel dumb. We both confronted Jay about his scheming and sabotaging. And Remus kind of just… Well he never changed. But you two get along better now. Though he still is a hazard to society,” Virgil surmised for him.

“And proud to be one!” Remus exclaimed gleefully.

Roman looked around trying to make sense of it all.

“It’s a lot to take in,” Virgil concluded. “How about, I go and see about getting you released as soon as possible. Then we can figure out the memory situation. The doctor said that they should be coming back in a few weeks. Your brain just needs to recover some more. The others can catch up with you when you are ready. We can do a few movie marathons,” Virgil suggested.

“Oooooh! You get to see so many things for the first time again!!!!” Patton gushed.

“It would be you who would find the proverbial silver lining in this situation,” Logan stated, though he didn’t sound as demeaning about optimism as he used to. Guess they were right. They all grew up… And he might’ve too. Only he got a hard reset to what they probably considered the worst version of himself.

“Yes! And he gets to befriend us all over again! Oh and he’ll be able to actually tell us, what would your 16 year old self think of who you are today!” Patton prattled on as he was led out with the others. Roman observed how Janus’ arm remained around Patton the whole time.

“He isn’t wrong,” Virgil noted. “You’ll get to have a second chance at a lot of stuff. See some things spoiler and hype free. And. You have no other responsibilities until you are better. No school, no work. Just whatever you want or need until you are yourself again,” he assured him before getting up and leaving the room. Roman was left watching the rest of the movie. Trying not to wonder too much. But… Why did Virgil seem in charge of his care?

The answer came the next day. When Virgil drove them home in a very nice car. The windows were tinted and they left very hush hush.

Roman was given a wheelchair and crutches. Because moving around was very tiring after laying completely still for three weeks. He wasn’t incapable of moving. But he might need assistance from time to time if he tried moving a lot. Which he did not like.

“Your parents came in this morning. They are at the house. They want to help you settle in,” Virgil told him as they drove the streets of the city of angels.

“When did we move here?” Roman asked.

“Um… You and I went to college here and stuck around. Remus studied here to. And the others followed soon after,” Virgil told him casually.

“And we… We live in the same house?” Roman verified. He got the distinct feeling that they did.

“Yep. Roommates since high school graduation, pretty much,” Virgil nodded with a smirk.

“You are very calm about this,” Roman noted.

“Took my meds before picking you up,” his chauffeur winked.

Roman pretended to be looking at the Hollywood sign to hide his blush. Virgil looked very attractive okay? There is aging well and aging fiiine. Virgil was the later.

Oh no. Was he being weird? They were the same age. But Virgil remembered 10 years of growing and learning and friendship. Roman only remembered a gangly dude who infuriated him only to have him turn into a mature, handsome man who teased him and didn’t even think twice about taking care of him.

“I do look forward to teaching you how to cook again. I wonder if you’ll be less of a disaster the second time around,” Virgil mused.

“You cook?” Roman asked.

“Yeah. My parents didn’t always get home in time, so I occasionally took over cooking dinner.

When we went to college I wanted us to take turns, but your first turn… Well you’re better off not remembering that. So I taught you what I knew, and after a lot of misses, you developed into a fine cook. It was a very rewarding experience.”

Roman listened with rapt attention. He never imagined Virgil would be coming home having to cook dinner to help his parents out. He didn’t know much about Virgil he supposed.

“How did I end up in a coma?” Roman asked. If it wasn’t the accident from ten years ago, then he didn’t know what happened.

“Much like the one you remember almost happening. We were both very tired and under a lot of stress. We said things we didn’t mean. You went outside to take a walk. I was too slow this time. Someone was using our street as a racing track… Luckily your jacket was white so they spotted you. Luckily your body somehow knew how to minimize the damage… It wasn’t a fun time,” Virgil said, now saddened and tense. And guilty.

“Um… I know it might not mean as much as it could, since I don’t remember. But it wasn’t your fault,” Roman offered.

Virgil’s shoulders actually relaxed as he said that. It does mean a lot actually. Considering that 16 year old you used to jump at every chance to blame me. Or, so I saw it at the time. I was a bit defensive on the matter since I’d internalized some of the stuff some of the other kids at school said. So it wasn’t completely your fault,” he assured him.

“You sound like you’ve been thinking about this stuff a lot,” Roman observed.

“Therapy man.” Virgil shrugged as he turned up a driveway that led to a gate.

“Woah,” Roman breathed. This couldn’t be… But Virgil showed a card to some kind of scanner and they were let in. The neighborhood was fancy.

“If not for the safety and the privacy you wouldn’t catch me in a neighborhood like this,” Virgil muttered. “Way to posh for my taste.”

“How do we afford this?” Roman asked breathlessly. This place looked expensive.

“I’ll show you when we get home,” Virgil smirked.

Roman nodded. Home. Right. Where his parents would greet him after he’d been in a coma for three weeks. “Me and my parents are still good right?” he asked nervously.

Virgil snorted. “Yeah, they just love Florida. They visit often though. There was just some trouble at home they needed to fix,” he told him.

Okay, that was good at least. Roman had started to worry his parents might’ve changed over the years as well.

They pulled up to a big mansion and got out on the driveway. Virgil opened the door for him and helped him out. “Wanna try walk a bit on your own?” he suggested. Roman nodded as soon as he got his balance.  Virgil took out the crutches, just in case, and walked beside him.

They made it a few feet before the door opened and Roman saw his parents, definitely older than last he saw them.

“Hold on, let him try to make it up the steps,” Virgil warned. Roman noticed there was a ramp to the side, but he did want to push himself, just a little.

The steps were definitely harder than flat surfaces though.

“Oh, sweetheart. Are you feeling alright? Virgil told us about the memory loss,” his mother fussed.

“Um, I’m feeling a little confused. Like I time traveled. And a little weak. So if we could… Sit down somewhere?”

“So you don’t want to see how we landed this place?” Virgil smirked.

Roman’s head snapped up. He did, actually.

“Thought so. Come on. It’s not far. After we can sit down for a bit,” Virgil promised as he offered Roman the crutches. Roman decided to take them. He had no idea how far he’d have to walk. And the doctor warned him not to overdo it.

“Should we show him now? Aren’t we supposed to ease him into these things?” Roman’s father wondered.

“In movies and books maybe. But he should be fine. He’s had a rough going. He should see something that makes him smile. Give him something to remember,” Virgil explained.

There was no argument against that. Roman had one though.

“Wouldn’t a decade long friendship with you and the others be something worth remembering?” he asked as he took in the hallway. It sure looked like he and Virgil lived here.

“It’s October,” Virgil stated as he saw Roman eye the gothic decorations. “We didn’t get to the outside yet,” he added.

Roman nodded. He’d seen pumpkins and other autumn classics outside.

“And the threads?” he asked.

“A system to help us find everything when we just moved in, then to help guests find the bathroom and now for you to find your way around the house. The red one goes to your room, the bathroom and the living room. They are labeled where they split off. The purple one is for if you look for me and can’t find me in the living room. I should be at the end of one of them. Also labeled,” Virgil offered. “The golden one. Is for this room. If you want to visit again,” he stated as he laid his hand on a door. “Ready to see why you are a rich boy Princey?”

Roman couldn’t help but smile at that nickname. Virgil had always called him that. It was one of the nicknames he secretly liked. Though he supposed he now openly liked it. Because Virgil definitely looked like he knew he didn’t mind this one.

“Yes, let me have it.”

Roman hoped to see certain things of course. But that didn’t mean that actually seeing the posters and the awards hanging from the walls was any less exciting.

“Those are movie posters with my face!!!” he exclaimed. He was on movie posters!!!

“That’s right. A few Oscar nominations too. No wins yet though,” Virgil told him.

Roman kept looking around and found that the walls had a theme. The left full of movie awards and posters. The right was filled with records in several metallic colors, music awards and album art.

The center wall was a mix of both.

“I am a professional musician,” Virgil said casually. That explained why they were in LA then.

Roman couldn’t stop staring at all those posters and awards. There was still plenty room for future accomplishments. But man… It wasn’t bad for someone who was only 26.

“He looks like he did on Christmas mornings,” he hears his father whisper to the others, making them chuckle.



“Wanna go? We can check out your room, maybe prep for the movie marathon? The others will be coming around noon,” Virgil told him.

“Movie marathon?” Roman wondered.

“Yeah. You missed a lot of Disney movies man. And who knows. Maybe rewatching a few will trigger some memories.”

That made sense. He’d probably watched some of these a dozen times in the past ten years. Something had to trigger a memory.

He nodded. “Sounds like a plan.”

Virgil grinned and helped him back to the living room where they prepared the floor and couches for a massive movie marathon. His parents doted on both of them, surprisingly. They must’ve really taken to Virgil over the years. If they were so close that they lived together for several years now, then it would make sense that they’d gotten to know him too.

“Sir Singalot! Wanna try and help me with the food?” Virgil called when the evening approached. Roman had been talking with his parents about some childhood memories, pretty much avoiding the subject of his amnesia, but they did help him look at his interactions with Remus in a new light. Maybe he had been vilifying Remus in his head as they’d gotten older. Something he’d apparently worked through. Had he been to therapy too?

Never mind that. Apparently Virgil was ready to see him embarrass himself by failing at this basic adult skill.

Roman was going to try and focus on learning more about this future though.

“So… are there nicknames I’m allowed to call you?” he asked as he watched Virgil lay out all kinds of ingredients according to some kind of schematic that Roman couldn’t follow.

“What do you mean?” Virgil asked as he dug through the fridge for some things.

“I noticed you calling me nicknames I recognize that I actually don’t mind. And some new ones that are pretty okay too. So… I don’t want to call you… Debby Downer, if it hurts you or something. Since we are friends who share a home,” Roman explained.

Virgil took a moment to think as he motioned him over to the cutting board. He picked up a knife and an apple. “Okay, I did need to teach you this too the first time around. I’m hoping muscle memory will kick in, but just in case I’m going to show you, and I have a first aid kit on standby,” the musician explained. Roman huffed but paid attention as Virgil showed him how to safely cut the apple into slices.

“You can call me whatever you want. But… um… You tend to call me storm cloud, or a variation of it. Also nothing emo is safe from your quick wit. Okay now you try.”

Roman was a bit taken aback by the brisk change of tone. From fond to formal in one breath.

Roman took the knife and starred cutting with surprising ease.

“Seems your hands remember what to do even if your head doesn’t,” Virgil noted as he got started on something else. “I want to make a whole bunch of stuff to snack on throughout the marathon. We made a selection bug it'll likely still take us more than one day to get through them all,” Virgil explained as they worked.

“Are there questions you won’t answer?” Roman pressed. He wasn’t volunteering information but he was shown whatever he wanted to know.

“No. If you ask it I’ll be honest. But I’m not going to force feed you ten years of memories. All on your pace,” Virgil replied. Roman nodded thoughtfully.

They worked in silence until they had enough to last them the night. Just in time for the rest of their friends to get there. Everyone was infuriatingly careful when greeting him. Virgil picked up on it and led them go the living room to get everyone situated.

Roman was amazed that they all seemed so eager for a Disney marathon. He'd been embarrassed about his love for the movies. But apparently at 26 he was open about it.

“Stormcloud?” Roman whispered, his eyes glued to the videogame characters exploring gameworlds beyond their own.

“Yeah Charming?” the dark not so loner replied as he took a bite from one of the snacks.

“Am I out?” surely someone who lived with him knew.

“Yep. For the world to see,” Virgil told him with a smirk. He looked almost proud.

Roman relaxed at that. “We all are.” That addition very nearly made Roman choke on his food. Okay… okay. Cool he was cool.

He really liked Frozen. Though they had to play the power ballad twice because Remus sang along off key the first time around.

Big hero six and inside out both were emotional gut punches. Zootopia looked breath taking. Finding dory was adorable, moans had him giddy and coco blew him away with excitement. At least until Hector sang remember me, and Virgil was singing along under his breath. That broke his heart. But also… somehow it sounded familiar.

“Alright. That’s enough for one day. Time to go home,” Virgil insisted when the credits rolled.

Their guests yawned and stretched and hugged them before leaving. Including his parents. Apparently they had a guest house in the garden.

Roman was sent to bed, Virgil insisted on cleaning up alone. He needed his rest.

Roman followed the red thread leading to the large master bedroom with the big bed and massive closet… Roman’s thoughts mingled processing the past two days. And he thought back to Virgil being told everything. Virgil taking charge of his care. No one, not even his parents seemed to question that. Not even the doctors… because he was famous? He should hope not…

If not that though… he was so close. He could feel it. A breakthrough… hearing Virgil sing had felt familiar. Maybe if he got him to sing something he'd written. Virgil said he would tell him things if he asked… And so Roman made his way back. He was going to ask for one song to settle his mind. That was it. Suddenly he heard voices.

“… And that is it for the coming week. Unless you want me to cancel something? I did my best to anticipate what you’d want to keep on the agenda but I understand that given the circumstances…”

That voice sounded vaguely familiar. He wasn’t sure if he liked it though.

“No Alex. This is great. Thank you. For this and for the past few weeks. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” That was Virgil.

“Well. It is my job. And even if it wasn’t… It’s the least I can do,” the stranger, Alex, said. Roman looked past the corner. Virgil was cleaning up and talking to a phone on speaker.

“Don’t you start that with me. I told you that I don’t blame you. And once Roman is himself again, I know he’ll agree. We were… You know better than anyone how tense things were. It was a matter of time.”

“Exactly.”

“Alex. You did what you thought was best. And I truly appreciate it. How about you take a week off. I’ll call you if Roman is ready to talk okay? Take care.” Who was this guy? Did he have something to do with the fight that landed Roman in this situation?

“Verry well. Have a good night Virgil,” Alex allowed.

“You too,” Virgil replied before hanging up with a sigh.

“Who was that?” Roman asked. Virgil looked up surprised.

“Um. Our personal assistant. He’s been working with us since… Since your first big role,” Virgil said.

Roman nodded. “His voice sounded familiar,” he informed his housemate. This made Virgil light up.

“That’s good! See? It’ll all come back. You did a decent job at cooking, and now you recognize Alex’ voice. It’s going to be alright,” Virgil stated.

“When did you become so optimistic?” Roman asked. It was very odd to see him be so insistent on a fairytale ending.

Virgil looked down and put more plates in the dishwasher. “Because… If I let myself spiral, I can’t take care of you. So for your sake, I have to be hopeful,” he explained.

Oh… That made him emotional.

“Was there something you needed?” Virgil asked.

Right. “My head won’t shut up. I was hoping… Could you sing something for me to settle my thoughts?”

Virgil paused his cleaning for a moment, then he turned to him. “Sure,” he said, his voice trembling with emotion. Was this something old him used to ask for? Before Roman could finish that thought Virgil started to sing.

“When the road is without direction

when the way is without end

listen this is my suggestion

what you need is a friend

Someone to make it a quest

someone to set the goal

Someone who makes you your best

Someone who makes you whole,” Virgil let his voice fade out. Roman quickly realized why. Silent tears were streaming down his face. Somehow so much just clicked.

And that song… He could almost see the many memories of times Virgil had sang it to him.

“I… I think I can guess at a few more nicknames I have for you,” Roman said softly as he walked closer.

Virgil is frozen solid in his spot.

“My chemically imbalanced romance,” he whispered. Virgil nodded. Roman took a step.

“Scare amor.” A nod. A step.

“Mi novio?” Nod. Step.

And then, because of him being treated as family, because his parents let him take charge of his care…

“Esposo?” Virgil was crying now too and nodded.

“May I?” Roman asked. Reaching for his face. Virgil responded by embracing him. Roman returned the hug. Pulling back only enough to place a gentle, sweet kiss on Virgil’s lips. It felt so right, he felt so at home. That song had made him feel so safe and understood…

Memories were brewing under the surface. Ready to return to him.

Right now he remembered the most important thing.

Virgil loved him and he would always be at his side.

@moonlightshow00 ​ @naturallyunstablegamer ​ @m-i-r-p @meowthefluffy​ @frida0043 ​ @angelic-cali ​ @selenechris​ @theblackveilinreverse ​@prinxiety-week-2022

The AI is like one of those girls that can’t stop talking about their boyfriend whenever they’re mentioned 😂

“Hi”

“My boyfriend says hi sometimes-”

I talked to Virgil on one of those AI things and oh my god that dude has it bad for princey 😂

Hi I’m very bored XD

I’ve been wanting to open an ask blog, I know this account isn’t very popular and that’s fine, but I thought it would be fun for the people who do look at my stuff ask me things.

Personal things or anything Sanders Sides related, I really do not mind.

Though I do not know how to open one rn so I’ll look more into it and sort it out for another time, plus I’m really tired and I cba to go through the hassle (if there is one.)

So I’m going to ask this instead.

Can y’all send me Dukeceit and Prinxiety content? XD Idc what it is, one shots/fics, fanart, comics, tell me your ideas and AUs if you have any (I love making AUs myself so it’s really cool seeing other peoples ideas) or any headcanons you have perhaps? 👀

If you’re not into any of those ships, or shipping at all, then that is completely fine, Sanders Sides content in general is welcome.

Okii thank youu, I probably won’t see any of these until tomorrow because as I said I’m very tired but still, thank youu 😂☺️

I did it?....I guess? XD

Multishippers come get y’all juice!

Here’s the none-edited version because....why not 🤷‍♀️

(Also the analogical tag don’t work apparently, don’t know what’s up with that but-)

Y'ALL, Y'ALL Y'ALL-

*sigh*

Can one of you draw Virgil in this? You don't have to, I just lack motivation rn.

[made a thing]

Thomas really said Prinxiety rights in the recent Asides ep 🥰❤️💜

READ THIS (if you want)

Letters

Ships: Prinxiety, Platonic Moxiety, platonic analogical, platonic dukexiety, brotherly anxceit

Warning: Cursing, Angst, Crying, Hearts Broken, Leaving people behind, Remus and Deceit are in this story! But they aren't the bad guys!

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The other sides can't stop crying. They were all broken.

Virgil left. Their Virgil. His Virgil.

The emo left. Their emo left. His emo left.

Anxiety is gone. But how? When? Where? Why?

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11 a.m.

Patton was still waiting. Logan insisted they eat early. Patton was confused, Virgil wasn't usually this late. Is he okay? What did Patton do? Did another fight happen? What happened? Did something go wrong? Did Patton do anything? Did Pa-

Patton was cut short with a hand rubbing his back. He couldn't tell who was in front of him, the tears in his eyes made it blurry. He could hear well though. "--tton. Tap once if you could hear me." The voice said, taking hold of Patton's hand.

Patton tapped and felt the hand. "Logan." He thought to himself as he felt the bracelet he gave him. "Okay. I need you to breathe Patton. In for 4, hold for 8, out for 7." Patton was having a hard time breathing but Logan tapping the beat on his hand helped.

Patton could breathe and see properly now. "Wh-what happened?" Patton asked, wiping away the tears. "You started hyperventilating. That's not usually normal with you." Logan remarked, giving Patton a few tissues.

Patton nodded and started fidgeting with his sweater. Roman came down and sensed the tension between the two. Roman nodded at Logan and sat at far end of the table. "Sooo, no Virgil yet?" Roman asked, tilting his head.

Patton sniffled and nodded. Logan sighed and put an arm around Patton and squeezed him a bit. "Everything will be okay. And Roman? Will it be okay if you check on Virgil? He is usually not this late." Logan said.

Roman nodded and made his way up to Virgil's room. He knocked the black door that was decorated with purple that said "Virge" in his handwriting. "Weird." Roman told himself. He knocked twice now.

Thrice.

Four times.

5 times.

He grew impatient and jiggled the door knob. He was threw the door open and was met with nothing but a dark room. He opened the lights and scanned the room. "Virgil?" He called out. Roman groaned and called out again. "Virge? this isn't funny. Patton isn't gonna be happy."

He stepped inside and checked his room for Virgil. Nothing seemed out of place. His guitar case was in it's usual spot. He checked Virgil's private rest room. No foggy mirror. The bed was messy. It was usually made.

"Virge? ....Virgil?" Roman called out, before checking the drawers. He found 3 envelopes(ah shit here we go-), one in dark blue with Logan's name, one in pastel blue with Patton's and one in res, with Roman's name. Roman's eyes widened. "Shit shit shit shit Virgil no please don't do this to us." Roman said, running out.

"Logan! Patton! Shit Virgil don't do this to us." Roman shouted, going down two steps at a time. "Did something wrong happen?" Patton asked. Roman panted and nodded as he gave out the letters.

"I don't understand, why did he write us letters? Is he showing us his love? Was he in the room?" Logan asked, inspecting the envelope. "Okay specs so he's not showing us his love and no, he was not in his room." Roman said, panting.

"Then..what's wrong?" Patton asked, concern in his voice. Roman raked a hand through his hair and began telling them.

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"Hey, Roman? What's the best way to tell someone you're leaving them?" Virgil asked, breaking the silence. They were stargazing in their imagination. Roman faced Virgil and raised an eyebrow.

"You planning to leave us Emo Knightmare?" Roman asked, concerned. "Oh! No no no! I just had the question because uh, I'm wondering, is there any way we can tell someone that we're leaving without hurting them?" Virgil clarified, smiling awkwardly.

Roman nodded and looked back at the stars. "Well, you will hurt them really. It's hard to focus because you know you're going to hurt them. But, if I were to do if, which I won't, I would write a letter really. I don't want them to chase after me and all that." Roman said. Virgil nodded and faced back at stars.

"Hey Ro?"

"Yeah Virge?"

"Thanks for being a really nice friend, I'm sorry for calling you nicknames and all that." Virgil said, facing Roman.

Virgil chuckled and smiled softly. "Same goes to you V. Past is past, we're friends now." Roman said. Smiling.

But

He still never gets hurt.

He's broken and Virgil doesn't knows.

--

Patton felt tears going down his cheeks. Logan was shocked. Roman is...broken, really frustrated.

"No no no no no Virgil. No. No!" Patton said, letting his head down and letting his tears roll down his face. "..Roman? Did you know?" Logan asked, hugging Patton tighter. "No, I didn't I- I didn't mean- I just- I never wanted to give him id-ideas, Logan, P-patton, I'm so- I'm so sorry." Roman stuttered, panicking more and more.

Patton looked back up and opened his arms and let Roman fall into his touch. "I'm really- really so-sorry I- I'm very sorry, please fo-forgive me guys!" Roman said, starting to panic. "Ro, breathe, 4, 8, 7, continue that." Logan said, grabbing Roman's hand and tapping the beat on his hand.

Roman's breathing slowed down but he was still panicking. "I-i think we should read these. Privately, but f-first, we should, see if he's with the others." Patton suggested, rubbing Roman's back. Roman nodded and Logan gave a thumbs up.

"You two should rest, I'll go ask. For now, stay safe." Logan assured, closing his eyes and sinking out. He opened up his eyes as he heard a voice say "Logan!" He looked around. "Remus' room." He thought. "Logie! What are you doing here specs?" Remus exclaimed, placing his deodorant on the side.

"Ah Remus. I have a question. Have you seen Virgil? He isn't in our area and he left us notes and we thought he was wi-" Logan said, before being cut off by the door being swung open by Deceit. He looked at Remus, whose smile fell and Deceit, who was not wearing his usual outfit.

(How did Deceit open the door in time well- that's a story for another day-)

"Okay wait wait wait! You got the letters too? Logan, thank god." Deceit exclaimed, making his way towards both. "Wait..how did he give you the letters, may I ask?" Logan said, gesturing to a dark green envelope on the side. "I-i'm not sure. I woke up and found these next to me." Remus said.

Logan nodded and paced the room. "Have you read them yet?" Logan asked, ignoring the feeling of panic growing in his chest. Remus shook his head and Deceit sat down beside Remus, putting an arm around him.

"Ah, I suggest you read them privately. But if uh, your feelings, get in the way. Ask for help." Logan said, looking back at Remus and Deceit. Remus was crying now and Deceit's eyes were teary eyed.

"I- I just- I really miss him Logan. I kn- I know that it doesn't se-seem like that. He- he would be the- there for me and D-dee. We-we would play and lau-laugh.. He- he was our be- ..." Remus choked out, tears falling more and more. "He was our best friend." Deceit said, finishing the sentence for Remus.

Logan sighed softly and nodded. "I-i know..he was like a brother to me. He was a nice friend. I'll leave you guys for now. Farewell." Logan said, smiling softly and sinking out. He was able to catch Deceit's thank you before sinking out.

--

Logan rose up and looked down to see a note on the kitchen table.

"Hey Logie! Roman and I are in our rooms. We decided to take a break before reading our letters! We'll start reading them at around 1 p.m.! I think you should do the same! Bye!

~ Patton & Ro"

Logan smiled and took his letter out from his pocket. He made his way up the stairs. He entered his room and tossed the letter on his desk. He plopped himself on his chair and looked at the clock.

"12:59"

Logan waited until it hit 1 and took the letter. Roman was on the floor, taking out the letter from it's envelope. Patton was lying down on his bed, doing the same thing. Deceit was in the other side's kitchen. Remus was in his room.

(From here, this is gonna be what it says in their letters! Enjoy <3)

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Dear Logan,

   Hey L. I'm really sorry for doing this to you. To Dad. To Ro. I'm very sorry. You may not see me telling you I'm sorry or anything, but I am. You're like a brother to me. You're smart, funny, savage. You're just cool. You're talking confuses me sometimes but that doesn't matter.

   You say you don't have "feelings" but deep down, you do. Do me a favor and try and find them. You're more than what you think Lo. You're doing well Lo. You're amazing. You're kind. You're smart. You care. You take your time to talk to me.Take care of Pat for me please. Stay safe. Love ya bro. I'll return soon. Just need time.

                                                    ~Virgil.

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Hey Remus,

    How's Deceit doing? Hope the snake dude is doing good! Hey, I'm really sorry okay? Remus, i know you really scared Thomas last episode but, he will accept you. Thomas isn't going to hate you forever. Sure, it might take some time. But, he will. Lessen the gore and dirty jokes a little though.

Patton learned to deal with you too.

   He said that you may be too out-going but that's what makes you you. You don't have a filter but you're amazing the way you are. Your jokes make me crack up. You're sweet and you try your best. Thank you Re, thank you. Have fun and continue being cool.

Love ya trash man. I'm gonna return, not any time soon though.

                                                      ~Virgil.

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Dear Deceit,

    Hey Dee. I miss you. A lot. It doesn't seem like that all the time but I do. I miss you a whole lot. The light sides know. They care about my decision. They make me feel better like you did. You're cool Dee. Thomas will accept you. You may seem scary at first but that's okay.

    I've been with you for years and I know that you aren't just a liar. You're a friend. A brother. A hero. You're not always a villain. You and Remus were never the villians. You're not one of the dark sides. You're like us.

    I love you guys alot. You guys deserve the best in this world. You guys are really cool. Let no one tell you otherwise. Thanks for being there for me when I need it. Love ya big bro. I'll return and give you the biggest hug. I just don't want to right now.

                                                     ~Virgil.

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Dear Dad,

   Pat, I'm really sorry. Please forgive me. I'm very sorry. You didn't deserve this but this seemed right for me. You're amazing. Your puns make me laugh. You make a wonderful friend Patton. You deserve a "Patt-on" the back for that. I'm glad you learned how to accept Remus and Dee.

   You don't know how much that means to me. You're really loving and caring. I hope you take care of yourself more. Your feelings aren't stupid or dumb. They matter a lot. You make an amazing dad. Your cooking is delicious. You treat us like we're your kids.

  Patton. I love you dad. Take care of yourself too. Love ya. Keep being awesome. famILY. I'll come back,  not soon though.

                                                      ~Virgil

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Dear Roman,

  Roman..i'm really sorry. Please please please, forgive me. You're a really cool guy. You may not think the same but I do. Patton does. Logan does. Deceit does. Thomas does. Even Remus does. You're a lovable dork and that's why you're my closest friend.

  You deserve the world Princey. You're amazing. You're cool. You're sweet. Kind. Wonderful. Smart. You're YOU Roman. You're "Really Obviously Mascular And Nice". R-O-M-A-N. I'm glad that we moved our differences away. Sureee, call me out for being cliche. But I'm saying the truth.

  You are my best friend. Patton is my dad. Logan is like my brother. Deceit IS my brother. Remus is also my friend.  But you, you're my closest friend. My friend. The friend who would look out for me when the others are away.

  Roman, I'm sorry but I can't keep my feelings away now. I like love you Roman. I always have. Not the best friend love. Love. Love as in late cuddle sessions and movie nights. Roman. I love you, Roman. I'm sorry that you have to go through this, really I am. But this is what feels right for me, and I hope you understand. I understand if you can't forgive or if you don't love me. I really do.

 For now stay safe, this isn't the end. I'll return. Just not soon. Te amo con todo mi corazón.

                                  Lots of l♡ve, Virgil

--

Silence fills the whole mindscape. Nothing but silence. A pin could drop and everyone would hear. No one dare moves.

Patton's the first to break. He bursts into tears and holds a patch from Virgil's jacket that came with the letter close to him.

Remus follows next. His sobs get louder as he slowly brings up the patch of Virgil's jacket to get a better look at.

 Deceit is next, unable to let go of the patch of his little brother's jacket. Every sob came with more pain than the last. It just hurts.

Logan has never felt so broken in his entire life. His whole body shook with choked out sobs as he buries his hair in his hands, staring at the patch in his lap.

Roman, Roman couldn't breathe. He loved Virgil. Virgil was his dream. Roman shook his head in disbelief as his shaky hands held the final patch in his hand. Every sob came faster than the last.

And there left the sides. Missing the only thing that held them together. Patton's son. Remus' best friend. Logan's best friend. Deceit's little brother. Roman's love. Virgil is gone.

 When would he come back? And...will he keep to his word?

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WOW THAT WAS A RIDEEEEE! First time writing angst, so sorry if it's kinda bad! But liek, did I break your hearts? If I did, I apologize bUT I WANTED TO TRY AND ANGST-

Also sorry for the hella long post!

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