“…Really?” The Imagination was nice, yes, and Roman adored it, but he never thought of it as anything special. Falling in love with those who can never love you back.”. He straightens up and starts raking again, smoothing the curiosity from his face - the stranger walks past his bush without a word. “Don’t bother. Roman, run away.

I always love roceit and prinxiety because they’re both with ‘dark sides’ that Roman vocally disliked at some point, so... AU’s I’ll (Probably) Never Write: The Crooked Kingdom, Part 1, Roman and Virgil craft a lot - that is, Roman makes a mess of his bedroom floor while Virgil sits on the bed and laughs at him (but Virge totally tries some of the projects out sometimes, mostly because they’re methodical and entertaining and they distract him when he’s stressed, and also because Roman gushes about literally everything Virgil makes, which brightens his day considerably), They watch the sunrise together sometimes; Roman usually wakes up uber-early because his mind is always bright and overflowing with ideas (which does not bode well for a consistent sleeping routine), and Virge has trouble sleeping in the first place, so they just sit outside with tired eyes and interlocked hands and watch the sun peek over the horizon in its burst of pink and gold, Logan reads off the recipe first, and Patton gets all the ingredients, and then they set to work with the recipe book on the counter in front of them - it starts off fine! “You alright there, hon?” comes Remy’s voice through his mental shutdown a few seconds later; he snaps back to attention to find the prince staring at him with a smile. It was simply a recess of his thoughts. Someone who, in many ways, is your opposite?”. Virgil swallowed and extended the sword towards Roman, leaning forward as far as he could without falling on his face, his eyes screwed shut as the Dragon Witch gave an impatient huff and started to lean down towards the pair.

These are just some random ones that i’ll probably make up as i go lol, (I forgot to tag @thelowlysatsuma for hc power couple purposes), It’s like a moon beam brushed across my face, Nights are good and that’s the way it should be.”, I’m stressed! “Fanon means how the majority of a fandom headcanons or sees or writes a characters.

“I did. What are you doing up at this time?”, Virgil raised an unimpressed eyebrow. The king is in a simple white jacket with gold accents and black pants as he walks alongside the knobby, mustached-man beside him, hands folded tensely behind his back. !” Virgil barked.

It’s precious to Virgil!”, “Hmm. He couldn’t help it; it was his first thought with Virgil beside him. watching him walk to the stairs, his own eyes drooping but bright. I thought I locked the door..” A smirk lifted up the normally sulking emo.

“Ohhhhhh.”, Roman stares at him, eyebrows furrowed, and Virgil has to be imagining the blush creeping across his face as he says, “Do you wanna tell me your name, or are you just gonna keep doing that?”, “…right,” Virgil coughs, finally letting go of Roman’s cloak. Patton: Hey, why don’t you ever come hang out with us? Academy flourished mainly in Eastern America, where schools and old government buildings still stood relatively tall, with North Carolina’s capital holding the crown jewel of the country: the Goethe castle, wherein the king and royal academics (along with the indentured servants) stayed. (He does “accidentally” brush up against the oven or stove top a few times, though, claiming a burn to skip to the infirmary and chat with a special medical aid. The king watches their departure without blinking and looks away as soon as they’re in his peripheral, bored by the passing spectacle already - but with a glance back, Virgil finds the boy with sash staring after them, eyebrows furrowed and head tilted to the side. * I have the right to refuse any request that might make me uncomfortable, Dani / 18 / any pronouns / bi / genderfluid, this is a fandom blog where I post fanart and fanfiction mainly for sanders sides, https://the-blue-recluse.tumblr.com/post/620029613005012992/the-sides-are-lost-they-find-themselfes-in-a, Oh this I love thisThis is amazing and I love it.

Among all the other variables in their situation, one thing remains certain: the servants’ quarters are just as awful as they expected.

Like the color scheme and the pictures and I just ., yes, i am BACK yet again with more headcanons (prinxiety AND logicality this time) mostly bc im sad and writing these is fun and makes me smile! ***in which Roman isn't as clueless or as confident as people may assume. Roman looked at virgil,both of their cheeks were flushed,The prince wrapped his arms around anxieties neck and he let out a soft hum and kissed anxiety back They both wanted each other and would do anything to have each other. “I’m not sure with what yet, but I am sure I’ll think of something, if I really want to. My people are tired of false bloodshed. He grinned before turning his eyes back to the view. Looming above the crouched prince and far over the treeline was a Dragon Witch - which appeared to Virgil to just be a literal effing dragon with a smoky blue aura around its claws and a much-too-tiny witch hat on its spiked, scaly head - that roared as soon as the door closed behind the anxious side, much to his chagrin. “Do what?”.

“We checked it earlier. “He’s crying over you,” Mr. V says nonchalantly and Roman’s head snaps up. I'm sorry to all who likes bottom roman, I just don't feel comfortable writing it. ", Virgil blinked "Okay.. What kind of bad things, Princey? “Yeah,” he choked out. Virgil’s stomach flipped at the idea of experiencing all his thoughts in 4D.

It really wasn’t supposed to be a difficult day. For once in his life something good was finally happening... but unfortunately some people at his new school were going to ruin it for him... but maybe there's someone there that cares? "Hey, Ro, would you mind putting this knife in the drawer behind you? “The king doesn’t take new servants; he thinks they have poor work ethic.

“Please, please don’t tell anyone, or- um-”, The boy meets his gaze, and his eyes light up.

No he can't do that. They swam around in the babbling current, darting around rocks and lavender water lilies, around Roman’s hand that was dipped in the water by just an inch. He was different alright, for one, he was wearing a skirt, and pulling a rather… cutesy pose.

Lo tilted his head confusedly. “Yes, a polyamorous relationship is quite fulfilling.”, Logan paused with a grimace. “It’s nothing.”, “It doesn’t-“ Virgil turned away as another set of coughs racked his body.

Good night, Padre!” He waited for the fading footsteps and the sound of Patton’s door falling closed before he turned back to his papers. He heard Roman stumble over to him, saw him kneel down and look into his eyes. “You don’t have to lie, Roman.”, Roman huffed the same piece of hair out of his face again in indignation. He practically threw the knife into it and slammed it shut before quickly leaving the kitchen, not seeing the concerned look Patton gave him. For three years before the musical starts, she’s tormented by the Phantom, and she finally refuses to perform a show after she’s nearly killed - although, once Christine gets a ton of praise, she demands to be put back in, leading to a stageboy getting hung on stage right. An attack at his job lands Virgil in the ICU, leaving Roman, his boyfriend, alone. All he sees at first are rows and rows of shelves; they’re all filled to the brim with leather-bound books and scrolls - legitimate scrolls, parchment and everything, which makes him wonder how long the library has been adding to its collection - that are all covered in thick layers of dust, which seems to hover in the air around his face and force its way into his nose and throat. “How was your night, Sleeping Beauty?”, Virgil raised an eyebrow at him.

He twisted and pushed the door open. “Take them to the slave quarters,” the king says, waving a hand as if waving them away. “Get some sleep, Roman.

Remy: Carlotta!

You can have it back … but I would need something just as ‘precious’ to him in exchange. “Woah.” Whispered Virgil.

Third P.O.V. Virgil scans the page - it’s about a star, untethered from any constellation, that spends its lifespan alone in the sky sad and hurt and bitter, growing in its isolation until it dies, its dust left to fade into nothingness.

So, as it turns out, “the grounds,” are very, very large; Damien doesn’t know what he expected, really, since it’s the freaking castle, but he’s not exactly upset to only be stationed in the main garden, raking dead leaves up and digging holes in the semi-frozen ground for a new batch of spring flowers.



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